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"Leave," Mia said coldly, her eyes narrowing at the supposed impostor before her. Rose, still reeling from the shock of the revelation, glanced at Mia and then at Michael. She couldn't comprehend what was happening. She looked into Michael's eyes, thinking, But he is Michael.

Mia stood firm as Michael remained silent, though his features tightened with visible pain. As he stepped back, Mia motioned for him to leave, and he did so quietly without another word.

Just as he was about to leave and reached for the door…

"Wait!" a voice called out. Rose and Mia both turned to see the Ancient One stepping through a glowing portal.

Her gaze swept over the room, pausing on Michael, who was visibly distressed.

"There's no need for you to leave," she said gently, addressing Michael.

Mia interjected with a respectful tone, "Ancient One, we appreciate your help, but this is a family matter."

"I know, which is precisely why I am here," the Ancient One replied with a calm smile.

Turning back to Michael, she continued, "You are no impostor who has taken over this body."

Michael's face twisted in confusion. "What do you mean?" he asked, his voice cracking.

"I mean, it's always been you," she explained softly. "During that kidnapping incident when you were knocked unconscious, the memories of this life were suppressed, and the memories of your past life awakened. It made you believe you had taken over the original owner's body."

Michael stood frozen, trembling. "So, does that mean…" he whispered.

"Yes," the Ancient One confirmed. "You are Michael—not just now, but always. And she is your mother."

Her words sank in as Michael turned to look at her, his face a mixture of disbelief and relief.

Mia frowned, her skepticism evident. "Are you saying this is the truth?"

"You possess Astral Resonance, don't you? Check for yourself—see if his soul and body differ by even 0.1%," the Ancient One suggested.

Mia nodded and placed her hand on Michael's, her expression focused as she performed the check. Michael remained silent but allowed her to proceed, his own uncertainty driving him to seek the truth.

Moments later, Mia's hand dropped as she stepped back, her voice laced with regret. "I'm sorry, Young Master. I should never have doubted you without confirming it first."

Michael, hearing her words, felt a heavy weight lift from his shoulders. He crossed the space between them and embraced his mother tightly. "I'm sorry, Mother. Please… just forget the nonsense I was saying earlier. I am your son—no one else."

Rose placed a comforting hand on his back, her voice soft. "I never doubted you. You've always been my son. Your eyes… they've always been the same. I knew it was you."

Michael didn't reply, simply nodding as he held her close.

Turning to the Ancient One, he spoke with genuine gratitude. "Thank you. Without you, I might never have known."

The Ancient One gave him a kind smile. "You would have discovered the truth eventually," she replied. After a brief pause, she thought inwardly, Though by then, your mother would have been gone, and your anger would have consumed the Earth.

For the first time, she had broken her own rule to never interfere with a future she had foreseen.

Perhaps sensing her hesitation, she murmured softly to herself, Maybe I was meant to intervene after all. Shaking her head, she dismissed the thought.

Rose's voice broke the silence, filled with emotion. "Please stay."

"Yes, please," Mia added, her tone sincere. "Without you, we would have lost Michael."

The Ancient One sighed before offering a gentle smile. "Very well," she said. "I'll stay for dinner."

*****

On the other side, Fury's agents had retrieved the Avengers, who now lay in the medical bay, receiving treatment.

Fury entered the room, scanning the scene. "How are their injuries?" he asked.

A doctor glanced up from a chart. "They're not as bad as they look—mostly superficial wounds. But they're still unconscious, likely due to the magic the guy used."

Fury nodded. "Inform me when they wake up."

He turned and made his way back to his office. Not long after, holographic screens blinked to life, projecting the faces of several World Security Council members.

"Fury," one of them began curtly, "what was the outcome of the fight?"

Fury folded his arms and raised an eyebrow. "Weren't you all eavesdropping? Oh wait," he added with a smirk, "maybe you hastily cut the connection when that guy killed the president. Worried he'd track you down too?"

A councilman scowled. "Are you mocking us?"

"Absolutely," Fury retorted, his tone sharp. "Because you approved a nuke strike, we now have a Nuke-like mage with a grudge against us. You people really take the cake when it comes to ensuring our destruction!"

He paced as his frustration spilled out. "My entire team—a Hulk, an actual Norse god, a science project from the '40s, two of the best agents in the world, and a billionaire genius with an army of suits—all of them were toyed with like kids by someone who could've been an ally. But thanks to your bright idea to nuke him, we've got a living, breathing nuke with a vendetta aimed squarely at us!"

Another councilman leaned forward, his face dark with anger. "And now your response team is in shambles. You're blaming us for that?"

"You people don't care about consequences," Fury shot back. "You sit in your ivory towers while we're left cleaning up the mess. Yes, I am blaming you. You authorized the nuke—I didn't. I even tried to stop it. And now, congratulations, I'm also on his target list!"

One of the council members raised a hand, cutting through the tension. "Enough of this blame game. What's your plan to deal with him, Fury?"

Fury sighed, his voice tight with barely restrained irritation. "I'm working on it. I've got Ghost Rider, Blade, and… some ancient mummy guy on standby. Maybe they can take him down."

A councilman scoffed. "That's your plan? And do you even know who he is?"

Fury frowned. "No, not yet."

"Then find out," the councilman snapped. "Identify him. Dig into his past. If he has family, use them as leverage. Do whatever it takes to neutralize the threat."

Fury's jaw tightened as he nodded, the holographic images winking out one by one. He sat back in his chair, his expression hardening as he muttered to himself, "Whatever it takes, huh? You'd sell your own souls if you had them."

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