Chapter 103
Arc 7 - Ch 20: Sunset on the Longest Week
Date: Thursday, September 1, 2011.
Location: House of M, Manhattan, New York
Tyson entered the arena at House of M, where Morlocks were spread throughout the area. He searched for Aunt May or anyone who might seem to be in charge, but no single individual stood out among the crowd. With a subtle flex of his powers, he lifted himself into the air, hovering over the gathered mutants as he made his way toward the center of the arena. As he moved, a hush fell over the crowd. Heads turned, following his progress, and conversations died away. By the time he reached the middle of the room, all eyes were fixed on him, and silence reigned.
"I apologize for interrupting. And I'm sorry for not speaking with you all, collectively, sooner. But I wanted to explain the situation we're in." He paused, making sure he had all their attention before continuing. "I've been happy to help and house everyone here, but I need to be honest with you all. This arrangement isn't exactly legal."
A murmur rippled through the crowd, but Tyson pressed on. "I've constructed some dormitories above the arena, but those… aren't legal either."
"I don't mind covering the costs, but it's rather noticeable, and I've become a target recently." Tyson's gaze swept across the sea of faces, noting their emotions; fear, uncertainty, and hope. "I hesitate to put you all in danger," he admitted. "But I also hesitate to have you too far away to help if I'm needed again. We have options, and I want to discuss them with you."
"One option is to reestablish the underground connection between this armory and the Alley and build appropriate living quarters down there. It would be safe, but I'm not inclined to force you back into the tunnels after what you've experienced. And I don't want you to feel like you need to be hidden from society, because that's not true."
A few nods of agreement rippled through the crowd, and Tyson felt encouraged to continue.
"Alternatively, I could try to purchase a building," he offered. "The closer the building, the more able I'd be to protect you. But something further away, maybe even outside the city, would distance you from me and make you less of a target."
Tyson lowered himself to the ground, his feet touching down softly. He wanted to be on their level for this next part. "I just wanted to share these thoughts with you, to let you know what I'm considering and our options. But I want you to know something important. I know you don't know me well. But I'm not a dictator. I want to help, but I don't want to force decisions on you."
Tyson spread his hands in a gesture of openness. "If you want to vote, or pick someone, or a group to represent you, that's fine. If you want me to choose for you, that's fine too. I'm here to help, not to rule."
The arena remained quiet for a moment as the Morlocks absorbed his words. Then, slowly, conversations began to spark up around the room. Tyson could hear snippets of debate, and see small groups forming as people discussed their options.
An older man with gnarled, tree-like skin spoke up. "What about the surface dwellers? Even if we're not hidden, won't they still fear us?"
"Fear often comes from misunderstanding. Part of my goal is to work towards better relations between mutants and non-mutants. But I admit, it won't be easy or fast."
"Perhaps we should vote on representatives? People who could talk to you for all of us?"
Tyson smiled warmly. "That's an excellent idea. Would you all be comfortable with that approach?" A chorus of agreement sounded throughout the arena. "Alright then. Why don't you take some time to discuss it among yourselves? Choose your representatives, and we can meet again another day to talk about our next steps."
He caught sight of Mystique in the crowd. She stood near the back, her natural blue form making her distinctive even among the diverse gathering of mutants. Her posture was alert, watchful; not quite part of the group, but not entirely separate either. As the Morlocks broke into discussion, Tyson made his way toward her. The crowd parted for him automatically, some reaching out to touch his arm or shoulder as he passed, murmuring thanks or asking quick questions which he answered with brief responses.
Mystique watched his approach with wary yellow eyes. Her chin lifted slightly in subtle defiance as he drew near. She didn't back down or try to blend into the crowd.
"Mystique," he greeted.
"Tyson," she replied, crossing her arms. "Quite the speech. Very democratic of you."
"You would know, Senator Kelly," he quipped back.
"Have you considered our previous discussion?" Tyson asked, getting straight to the point. "Are you going to stick around? Would you like to support our cause? Or will you be leaving?"
Mystique studied him for a long moment. "I'm willing to stay and help. At least for a time." Her yellow eyes narrowed slightly. "I want to see how much Magneto is left in you."
"In that case, I have an opportunity that might intrigue you," he said, accepting her answer without comment on her motivation.
"What kind of opportunity?"
"I'm sure you might have noticed the protestors outside," Tyson said, gesturing vaguely toward the direction of the street. "I found out they're being funded by a CEO of a pharmaceutical company that is a member of a secret society that's trying to take over the world. They're called HYDRA." His voice hardened slightly. "Stryker was also working with them."
Mystique's eyes narrowed at the mention of Stryker. After a thoughtful pause, she asked, "What do you want me to do?"
"Get close to him, really close," Tyson explained. "Secretary, personal assistant, right-hand man. Learn what you can about HYDRA, his connections, the people he talks with in his secret meetings, whatever." He shrugged. "I'm not a spy, you do your thing. When it comes time, we'll eliminate him, or replace him."
Mystique raised an eyebrow at his bluntness.
"If you're not comfortable with that, I'll get rid of him myself," Tyson continued. "He really pissed me off, and he's going to die either way, but I don't want HYDRA to realize it was me."
"I'm surprised you're speaking about this so openly," she said, glancing around at the Morlocks nearby.
Tyson waved his hands in a subtle gesture. A faint hum of electromagnetic static filled the air around them, and the space seemed to shimmer slightly.
"I've been blocking any listening devices and covering everyone's perceptions with illusions. It's just us," he assured her. The Morlocks continued their discussions, completely unaware of the conversation happening in their midst. None of them looked in their direction or seemed to notice anything unusual.
Mystique looked impressed despite herself. "Clever." She considered his proposal for a moment, then nodded decisively. "I'll do it."
"Good," Tyson said. "Maki will provide you with the details. Whatever identity you take, make sure she can get in contact with you, so we can keep you informed of what's happening here and vice versa."
"I assume this Maki is someone I can trust?" Mystique asked, her tone making it clear that trust wasn't something she gave easily.
"As much as you can trust anyone," Tyson replied honestly. "I checked her memories with my power. She's loyal to me, and I'm asking you to work with her."
Mystique seemed to approve of his straightforward answer, "When do I start?"
"The sooner we have eyes inside, the better. HYDRA's been operating in the shadows for decades. They're patient and meticulous. You need to be careful."
"I know how to be careful," Mystique said with a hint of irritation. "I've been doing this longer than you've been alive."
Tyson inclined his head, acknowledging her experience. "That's exactly why I want you for this. You're the best."
"Flattery? I wouldn't have expected that."
"Not flattery," Tyson corrected. "Just facts. You've survived this long for a reason."
A commotion from across the arena drew their attention. The Morlocks appeared to be organizing themselves into voting groups.
"Looks like democracy in action," Mystique observed dryly.
"It's their right," Tyson said. "They've been denied normalcy for too long."
Mystique studied him with renewed interest. "You really believe that, don't you? It's not just talk."
"I do," Tyson confirmed. "Freedom and choice matter. For all of us." He glanced back at her. "Including you. Taking this mission is your choice. If you change your mind, I won't think any less of you, or punish or penalize you in any way."
"I won't change my mind," Mystique said firmly. "If Stryker was HYDRA, and they're funding anti-mutant activities, then getting on the inside is important."
"Glad we understand each other. Find Maki before you leave. She should be expecting you. Good luck."
As Tyson was leaving the arena, a voice from behind said, "Nice speech." He turned to see Gwen Stacy.
"Not as good as yours at graduation." He responded, pulling her in for a hug. "I'm so glad you're okay. I'm sorry I couldn't do more to stop Kaine."
Gwen shook her head. "You did enough. I'm sorry. If I hadn't been there, Jubilee might have lived."
"No, that wasn't your fault. I'm glad Kaine didn't find you alone." His face softened. "I meant to check in with you."
"You've been busy. I saw your speech that night. It topped my graduation speech. Although I think Cap's might have been better."
"Nah. Yours was iconic. And losing to Captain America in motivational speeches isn't a loss. It's a given."
Gwen laughed heartily. It reminded Tyson of being back in class, creating a welcome moment of lightness after his previous conversation. He asked, "Did you make it to your scholarship meeting?"
Her face lit up with excitement. "I did... And I got it!"
"That's great! When are you leaving?"
"Two weeks."
"How's Peter taking it?"
"Surprisingly well. I think the imposter coming after me again has him realizing it is the best choice for me and my family. They'll be moving to London, it's less than a two-hour drive to Oxford."
"I'm happy for you." He paused, then joked, "I also hear you're the latest Spider-person. What are you going to call yourself? Spider-Girl, Spider-Gwen?"
"What's the point of having a secret identity if I'm just going to use my name in it?" She rolled her eyes, but couldn't suppress a smile.
Tyson grinned. "That's why you're the valedictorian and I'm just the lab partner you dragged through class."
She snorted, "Sure, sure, keep playing dumb." A moment of comfortable silence fell between them. "I'm going to miss you. And despite how tough the past few months have been, I'm going to miss all this. New York, my superhero friends, and all the craziness."
"It's been quite a ride, hasn't it?" he mused, looking over the arena where the Morlocks were still discussing their representatives.
"You know, when I first found out about you two, I was secretly scared. But now, I can't imagine my life without it."
Tyson turned back to her. "Even the near-death experiences?"
"Okay, maybe not those. But the rest of it? The feeling of swinging through the city, the rush of using these powers? It's incredible."
"It is," Tyson agreed. "It changes you. Seeing Spider-Man. Knowing what you're capable of."
Gwen nodded, her eyes distant. "It does. Sometimes I wonder how I'm going to adjust to 'normal' life in Oxford."
"Who says it is going to be normal? You're taking your powers with you. Who knows what adventures await you across the pond? My year at Midtown was supposed to be a normal one. Just a transfer senior at a school where no one had powers. I knew it wouldn't work out that way, and you saw firsthand how it went."
"You're right. Maybe I'll start a British branch of House of M."
Tyson laughed. "The House of 'T'ea?"
Gwen groaned, shoving him playfully. "That was terrible."
"Eh, I do illusions, not comedy," Tyson said with a mock bow. "And careful with that strength, Spider-Gwen, not all of us can benchpress buses."
Another voice, this one with a slightly chiding tone, said from behind him, "Another blonde? My my my."
Tyson kept his focus on Gwen, not turning to acknowledge the newcomer and rise to her words. "Gwen, meet Illyana Rasputin, my ex-girlfriend," he said flatly.
Gwen's eyes widened in surprise as she took in the sight of the attractive woman with long, pale blonde hair who seemed to have appeared from nowhere.
Illyana sized her up. "Charmed, I'm sure," she said, though her tone held a mocking edge. She circled around Gwen, appraising her like a lioness assessing potential prey.
Gwen's eyes widened at the unexpected introduction. She faced the newcomer, her friendly smile already in place. "Oh, hi there! I'm Gwen Stacy. It's nice to meet you, Illyana," she said, extending her hand.
Illyana shook her outstretched hand, but gave her an appraising look from head to toe. Gwen's smile faltered for a moment, but she quickly recovered. "Ex-girlfriend? Wow, small world, huh?" She said as she lowered her hand, trying not to feel awkward.
"So, you're the latest blonde to catch Tyson's eye? He always did have a type."
Gwen laughed nervously. "Oh, no, it's not like that. Tyson and I are just friends. I've been dating one of our mutual friends on and off for the past few months. Tyson's been helping me with some... unusual circumstances."
Illyana's eyebrow arched. "Let me guess, your on-again-off-again dating is currently off. So you're single. No surprise there. Unusual circumstances with Tyson involved. Also unsurprising."
Gwen tried to steer the conversation to safer ground. "So, Illyana, how do you know Tyson? I mean, besides the obvious ex-girlfriend part."
"We have a long and complicated history. Let's say we've been through hell together. Quite literally, in fact."
Gwen's eyes widened. "Literally? As in...?"
"As in demons, magic, and interdimensional travel," Illyana said matter-of-factly.
"Right, of course. Just your average Tuesday with Tyson, I guess."
Illyana laughed. "I like you, Gwen." Her playful expression shifted to accusation as she turned to Tyson. "You didn't tell her about me?"
"Uhh," Tyson said dumbly.
Gwen came to his defense. "Tyson tells everyone else's story, but he doesn't tell his own."
"Oh, so mysterious, Mirage," Illyana drawled sarcastically. She crossed her arms, fixing him with a pointed stare. "Last time we talked about this, you said you didn't want everyone to know your secrets. Little late for that, isn't it?"
"Maybe you're right. Now that my identity is known, it might be time. I told Spider-Man's story because he needed the good press, and the money didn't hurt. I was telling Logan's story because its damn interesting, and I wanted to raise Mutant awareness."
"But I don't tell my story because... It's still being written."
Illyana snorted. "That's so corny."
"He's not wrong, though," Gwen interjected, "Every time I think I understand what's going on with him, something new comes up. Like right now, finding out he dated someone who travels through hell."
Tyson cleared his throat. "What about you, Lyana? Ready for me to tell your story yet?"
"Please," Illyana scoffed. "Some things should remain mysterious, shouldn't they? After all, you're not the only one whose story is still being written." She shifted closer and said, "Maybe one day you'll tell our story, together."
Gwen glanced between Tyson and Illyana. "Should I... give you two some privacy?"
Illyana's demeanor shifted. "I was just coming to say goodbye. It's time for me to return to the Sanctum."
"Oh." Tyson realized it was getting late in the afternoon. "I'll see you around, Gwen. I need to see Illyana off."
"It was nice to meet you, Illyana."
"Likewise," she replied.
As Gwen stepped away, Tyson asked, "Can I walk you to the sanctum?"
"I'd like that."
They stepped out into the streets of Manhattan, their path taking them towards Greenwich Village.
"There's something I need to tell you." He paused, gathering his thoughts. "I've been thinking about Kamar-Taj, and that conversation with Gwen solidified it. I don't think I'll be staying there."
Illyana's steps faltered. "What? But this is what we've been waiting for, for so long. You're finally going to learn magic."
Tyson looked torn."I know. Believe me, I know how important this is. But I've been thinking about it, about everything we've been through and everything that's coming." They continued walking, his illusions ensured their conversation remained unobserved, and pedestrians avoided them, continuing about their day, oblivious to the conversation happening in their midst. "We talked about how to save Jubes. To do that, I need the Reality Stone. Unless I figure something else out in the meantime."
"And how does this relate to you not staying at Kamar-Taj?"
"The Reality Stone can be acquired during the Convergence. I don't know exactly when that is, but I do know someone who does. An astrophysicist named Jane Foster. I met her in New Mexico a few days after we went to Monaco." They paused at a crosswalk, waiting for the light to change. The sounds of the city filled the silence between them. Car horns, snippets of conversation, the distant wail of a siren. "Whenever that is, I'll need to be in England. Not in Kamar-Taj."
"I've been waiting for you for so long, and as soon as we're together again, you're going to leave?"
The hurt in her voice was palpable, and Tyson winced. "Lyana, it's not like that. This isn't about us, it's about-"
"Saving the universe?" she cut him off.
They turned down a quieter street, the towering buildings giving way to the more eclectic architecture of Greenwich Village. Tyson reached for her hand, but she pulled away. "Lyana, please. You know how much you mean to me. But Jubilee... she died because of me…"
They walked in silence for a moment, the tension between them thick enough to cut with a knife.
"And what about your training?" Illyana finally asked. "The Ancient One could teach you so much."
"I know. But I can not commit to staying there long-term. Not when there's so much at stake."
They rounded a corner, and the New York Sanctum came into view. Illyana stopped outside, turning to face Tyson fully. "And what about us? Where do I fit into this grand plan of yours?"
"Lyana, you're one of the most important people in my life. You always will be. I'll need to spend some time in Kamar-Taj to learn the basics of Sorcery," he began, "And I'll be studying magic here too in the meantime since I can't go to school anymore. Hopefully, I'll be able to catch up to you."
"When it comes time for me to leave Kamar-Taj, will you need to stay there?" Tyson probed. "By then, you'll have over two years of experience. Will that be enough?"
"I... I'm not sure," Illyana admitted. "You're right, I've learned so much already. Perhaps I could continue my studies independently."
"There's a Sanctum in London, isn't there? I'm thinking that should be the goal."
"London?" she repeated.
"Think about it. We could be together, continuing our magical studies while also being in the right place at the right time for the Convergence. It's perfect."
"You've really thought this through, haven't you?"
"I know it's a lot to ask, but I know this is the best path forward for the greater good. And I don't want to keep secrets from you anymore. I wanted to tell you what I'm thinking, even though it's far in the future and things may change." He reached out, gently taking Illyana's hand in his own. This time, she didn't pull away. "I know it's a big change. But think on it. We could learn from each other and grow together. And when the time comes, we'll get Jubilee back."
Illyana's fingers intertwined with his. "It won't be easy," she warned.
"Nothing ever is," he agreed.
"So, what do you say?" Tyson asked, his voice filled with hope. "Will you consider it? Coming to London with me when the time is right?"
Illyana took in Tyson's earnest face. "I... I need some time to think about it."They stood in silence. The sun had begun to set, casting long shadows across the street. "I should go," she said finally, reluctantly pulling her hand from Tyson's grasp. "The Ancient One will be expecting me back."
"Of course. Thank you for listening to me, Lyana. It means more than you know."
"You've given me a lot to think about," she admitted. "But I'm glad we had this conversation."
"Me too," he said softly.
Illyana took a step towards the Sanctum, then paused, turning back to face Tyson. "Promise me something? Don't make too many rash decisions while I'm gone," she said, as a hint of her usual teasing tone creeping back into her voice.
Tyson laughed. "I'll do my best," he promised. "But you know me. Trouble has a way of finding me, whether I'm looking for it or not."
"That's why I haven't left you unsupervised. Felicia's going to keep you in line, and maybe Jessica, too."
A look of mock indignation crossed his face. "Why does everyone think I need a handler?" he mumbled, more to himself than to Illyana.
She ignored his question, looking instead at the doors of the Sanctum. "We always seem to be leaving like this. At the Sanctum."
"At least we know we'll be coming back here again, together," he replied. "I want to thank you. For being there for me, for taking me to Limbo, giving me time to process everything. I want you to know how much it means to me. How much you mean to me."
Her hand reached out to cup his cheek, and her thumb traced the line of his jaw with a feather-light touch. "I know," she whispered, her voice barely audible above the distant sounds of the city. "I feel the same way."
Slowly, they leaned towards each other. Their lips met in a kiss that was both tender and passionate. His arms wrapped around Illyana's waist, pulling her closer, while her fingers tangled in his hair. They lost themselves in the kiss, pouring all their love, fear, hope, and longing into that single moment. Tyson took in the scent of brimstone and smoke that always clung to her; he knew it would be months before he smelled it again. When they finally broke apart, she rested her forehead against his, and their breaths mingled in the small space between them.
"I'm going to miss you," Tyson murmured.
"And I, you," she replied. "But this isn't goodbye. It's just... until next time."
Tyson managed a small smile. "Until next time," he agreed.
They stood like that for a moment longer, neither wanting to be the first to let go. But finally, with a soft sigh, she stepped back. Pausing with her hand on the handle, she looked back over her shoulder.
Tyson watched as Illyana pushed open the heavy doors, the interior of the Sanctum briefly visible before she stepped inside. The doors closed behind her with a soft thud, leaving him standing alone on the sidewalk. He stared at the closed doors for a long moment, his mind replaying their conversation, the feel of her lips on his, and the warmth of her body pressed against him. Finally, with a deep sigh, he turned away from the Sanctum. The city around him seemed to come back into focus, the sounds of traffic and distant conversations filling his ears once more.
Illyana stepped into the Sanctum, and the heavy doors closed behind her with a soft thud. She took a deep breath, centering herself after the emotional separation from Tyson. The familiar scent of incense enveloped her. As she made her way toward the portal that would take her back to Kamar-Taj, a calm, familiar voice called out, halting her progress.
"Illyana. A moment, if you please."
She paused, turning towards the sitting room where the Ancient One's voice had originated. The Sorcerer Supreme was seated in a comfortable armchair with a steaming cup of tea in her hands.
"Of course," Illyana replied, stepping into the room.
The Ancient One gestured to an empty chair. "Please, sit. How did things go?"
She lowered herself into the offered seat. "Everything went well. I didn't teach him magic, and he didn't use the sling ring this time." She cheekily added, "Everything went fine, mom."
The Ancient One's lips quirked slightly at the playful jab, taking Illyana's tone in stride. She sipped her tea before asking, "Did you, by chance, get to know him better?"
Illyana's mind immediately jumped to their intimate moments in Limbo. But then she remembered the Ancient One's suggestion about fighting Tyson.
"Yes. We fought, we made love, we came to an understanding."
"Did you win?"
"No," she admitted with a shake of her head.
The Ancient One's brow furrowed ever so slightly, the first sign of displeasure she had shown. "Could you have won?" she pressed.
Illyana took a moment to consider the question, reflecting on their duel.
"No," she admitted, frustrated. "I was beaten soundly. He didn't know what I'd learned over the past year, and I knew all of his abilities. Even with that advantage, he still outmatched and outstrategized me. I need more practice integrating magic into my fighting style. It seems so much easier to teleport and attack than to rely on spellcasting. The delays to create spellforms seem like forever in combat."
The Ancient One nodded thoughtfully. "We'll work on it," she assured. She paused for a moment.
"He informed you of my impending demise." It wasn't a question, but Illyana's features softened, a wave of sadness washing over her.
"Impending may be a stretch, but he did," she confirmed. The Ancient One had been a constant presence in her life since she arrived at Kamar-Taj, a mentor and guide. The thought of losing her was upsetting.
"Do not be sad, Illyana Rasputin. I have lived a long life," she said warmly. "Tyson believes that you're the best candidate for Sorcerer Supreme after my passing."
A mix of emotions flashed across Illyana's face. Disbelief, confusion, and a flicker of pride warred within her. "I don't see how," she said, shaking her head. "He beat me, and he didn't even use magic."
"The balance of power between you is constantly shifting," she explained. "When you first met at school, you were stronger. When you came to the sanctum seeking my help, and for a long time afterward, you were roughly even. But now, with recent events, he has pulled ahead."
She couldn't disagree with the Ancient One's words. It was true.
"You must strive to ensure he doesn't continue to outpace you."
"I understand. But how? All the progress I made, and he closed the gap in a day."
The Ancient One set her tea aside, folding her hands in her lap. "The key lies in balance," she said, her voice taking on the cadence of a teacher imparting an important lesson. "Tyson's strength comes from his ability to absorb and integrate new powers. But that very strength can be a weakness if not properly balanced."
"How so?"
"Think of it like a tree," the Ancient One explained, gesturing with her hands. "A tree that grows too quickly, without developing strong roots, is easily toppled by the wind. Tyson's rapid growth in power could leave him vulnerable if he doesn't take the time to truly master each new ability and reach a harmony with each new psyche within him. While he absorbed a lifetime of experience from Magneto, when I last saw him, he was also being greatly affected by those experiences, by that psyche. To grow, he must learn to utilize each ability he absorbs in conjunction with his other abilities. Just as you must learn to integrate magic into your combat."
Understanding dawned in Illyana's eyes. "So, I need to focus on mastering what I already know, rather than constantly seeking new powers?"
"Your strength lies in your connection to Limbo, your near-limitless ability to channel magic without consequence, and your ability to blend martial combat and teleportation. You're nearing the limits of your swordsmanship training; there are always ways to improve, but physically, you'll never be able to match him, even as he is now. Focus on improving the use of magic in combat, and on finding new ways to combine it with your teleportation. Then, slowly add new spells as you reach mastery."
"I see. And what about my training here? Should I change my focus?"
The Ancient One shook her head. "Not entirely. Continue with your current studies, but I would like you to dedicate more time to practical applications. Theory is important, but I feel you will see more conflict than most masters. You will never truly follow the path of enlightenment, and I do not believe it is suited to you. Your time with Tyson has revealed your advantage over him."
Illyana's eyes lit up, prompting her to ask. "What advantage?"
"Time. Limbo gives you all the time you need to master something. You haven't been utilizing your abilities to the fullest." The Ancient One's smile widened. "You have always been one of my most promising students, Illyana. Your potential is vast, and I do not doubt that you will rise to meet any challenge that comes your way."
After a moment, the Ancient One spoke again, her voice taking on a more casual tone. "Now, tell me more about your time with Tyson. You mentioned fighting and... other activities. Did you learn anything new about him?"
Illyana felt a flush creep up her neck, but she met the Ancient One's gaze steadily. "Yes," she admitted. "He's... changed. Grown. The loss of Jubilee has affected him deeply, but it's also pushed him. He's finally learned to control his power."
"Full control? Loss can be a powerful motivator. And Tyson has always been one to turn his pain into strength. Did he share any of his plans with you?"
Illyana hesitated for a moment, considering how much to reveal. "He did," she said finally. "He's planning to leave Kamar-Taj after a short time of training. He wants to go to London, to be in place for something called the Convergence."
"I see. And how do you feel about this plan?"
"I'm... conflicted," she admitted. "Part of me wants to go with him, to be by his side. But another part of me knows how important my training here is."
"It's a difficult choice," she agreed. "But remember, Illyana, your path is your own. You must choose what feels right for you, not what others expect or desire."
"Will you support his plans?"
"I will."
Surprise flashed across Illyana's face. She hadn't expected such a straightforward answer, especially given the Ancient One's usual penchant for cryptic responses.
Noting Illyana's reaction, she set her tea aside and folded her hands in her lap. "Kamar-Taj was never meant to be the endpoint of Tyson's journey," she explained. "As you know, some masters come and never leave, staying on the path of the mystic arts, seeking enlightenment. Some come for a purpose and pay the cost for that which they seek. Tyson's future is shrouded in mystery, but one thing is clear. He was never meant to be the former."
Illyana nodded slowly. It made sense, in a way. The mystic arts were a means to an end for him, not the end itself. "And me?"
The Ancient One's gaze softened as she looked at Illyana. "You approach a crossroads, Illyana Rasputin. The paths before you all have merit and will lead you to growth and challenges. The question you must ask yourself is not which path is right or wrong, but which path calls to you, and which do you wish to walk."
"Do those paths lead to me becoming Sorcerer Supreme?" she asked.
"Your training does not end when you leave these walls. And as for becoming Sorcerer Supreme... that path is a possibility, yes, but not a certainty."
Illyana felt a lump form in her throat. "How will I know if I'm making the right choice?"
The Ancient One reached out, placing a comforting hand on her knee. "There is no right or wrong choice, Illyana," she said softly. "There is only the choice you make and the path that follows."
Her expression shifted, her eyes taking on a more serious gleam. "However, with my impending demise, and him gaining full control of his power, I'm forced to consider his opinion. He's right, you are one of the best on a short list of candidates to replace me. I suppose I would be remiss in my duties if I didn't prepare someone in the event I'm deposed." She rose from her seat. "Come with me."
Illyana stood, surprised by the sudden shift in conversation, and followed the Ancient One out of the sitting room. She made a series of precise gestures with her hands, golden sparks trailing from her fingertips as she opened a gateway. The portal expanded, revealing the familiar courtyard of Kamar-Taj, nestled in the mountains of Nepal.
"After you," the Ancient One said, gesturing toward the shimmering circle.
Illyana stepped through, transitioning from New York to the other side of the world in a single step. The crisp mountain air filled her lungs as the Ancient One followed, the portal closing behind her with a soft hiss. Students practiced forms in the courtyard, their movements deliberate and focused as they trained in the mystic arts. A few glanced up as they passed, bowing respectfully before returning to their exercises. The Ancient One led her across the courtyard and into the library, where ancient tomes lined the walls from floor to ceiling. The scent of old parchment and leather bindings permeated the air, mixed with the faint aroma of incense. The librarian looked up from his desk and nodded in acknowledgment as they entered. Instead of stopping within the main collection, the Ancient One continued toward a special rack.
"My private collection," the Ancient One explained, reaching for the uppermost book on the left side. "These books are too dangerous or complex for most students."
The tome was bound in dark leather. Strange symbols were etched into its spine, and heavy chains wrapped around it. On its cover, a sigil glowed with a soft golden light.
"This is the Book of Cagliostro."
The Ancient One extended the tome toward her. She hesitated before accepting it. "Its pages focus on the study of time, and the dark side of mysticism," the Ancient One explained, watching Illyana's reaction carefully. "It has caused students to lose their way in the past, and will do so in the future, but I believe if anyone has experience handling the darker sides of magic, it's you."
Illyana stared down at the book in her hands. Her time in Limbo had indeed acquainted her with darkness; she had been forged in it, had learned to wield it without being consumed by it.
"Why show me this now?" she asked.
"Because time is a luxury I may not have much of. And knowledge is a burden that must be passed on."
Illyana ran her fingers over the sigil. "What exactly does it contain?"
"Spells that manipulate the fabric of time itself," the Ancient One said. "Techniques to peer into possible futures, to slow or accelerate the passage of moments, even to create loops." She paused, her expression grave. "And darker arts."
"And you trust me with this?"
"I trust you to understand its dangers better than most," she clarified. "The darkness in this book will call to the darkness within you, Illyana. It will offer power beyond imagination, solutions to problems that seem insurmountable." Her voice softened. "Including, perhaps, ways to bring back those who have been lost."
Jubilee. The implication hung in the air between them, unspoken but clear.
"But such power comes at a terrible price," the Ancient One continued. "One that ripples beyond the caster."
Illyana swallowed hard, her grip on the book tightening. "Why give it to me if it's so dangerous? If you know how close I am to Tyson, and the lengths he's willing to go."
"Because sometimes, the most dangerous tools are also the most necessary," the Ancient One replied. "And because I believe you have the strength to wield it without being consumed by it." She placed a hand on Illyana's shoulder. "I am not permitting you to use these spells, merely to study them, to understand them. Knowledge itself is neither good nor evil. It is the application that determines its nature."
— Rogue Redemption —
Inside a nondescript warehouse, Harry Osborn stood before a motley assembly. The space, once a storage facility, now served as a clandestine Oscorp base. Harry surveyed the gathering. To his right stood his father, Norman Osborn, recently liberated from prison. Kraven the Hunter lounged against a stack of crates with Calypso, a striking woman with rich brown skin, beside him. Scorpion, Rhino, and Dr. Otto Octavius, newly awakened from his coma, rounded out the group. Kaine, the unstable clone of Spider-Man, paced at the edge of the room.
Harry cleared his throat. "We're all here because we want revenge on Spider-Man or Mirage. We need to decide how and when we'll make our move."
Kaine's head snapped up. "Gwen is hiding at House of M. We need to get her out, or attack the building directly."
A ripple of discontent passed through the group. Scorpion growled, his tail lashing dangerously close to Rhino, who grunted in annoyance. Norman Osborn nodded, ignoring the others' reactions. "The sooner the better. I saw the footage of those Sentinels, and they looked formidable. We should move before they have a chance to repair them or create more."
"See, he gets it," Kaine said, gesturing wildly at Norman.
Harry frowned, shaking his head. "Sorry, Dad, but you can't be part of this. If the Green Goblin makes another appearance, it'll undo all the measures I've taken to make your freedom legal." Norman's face darkened, but he remained silent. "But you aren't wrong. As for Gwen, she got a scholarship offer. She resigned as a paid intern at Oscorp and will be leaving for the UK in two weeks. That's our window."
Octavius stroked his chin thoughtfully. "Without Norman, we may need to adjust our strategy significantly. Mirage is formidable, and even more so now."
"What of the Lizard and the Demon from the Bronx?" Kraven asked.
Harry answered, "The Demon was never seen again. However, the Lizard was Dr. Connors, a former Oscorp employee. Connors resurfaced recently; he's back with his family. We've been keeping tabs on him. He works at House of M too."
Kraven's eyes lit up at the thrill of the hunt. "Then I will continue the hunt, starting with the Lizard."
Octavius raised a mechanical arm. "We should coordinate our actions. If you move against Connors, it will put Mirage and Spider-Man on guard."
Kaine stopped pacing, a manic grin spreading across his face. "We should target Jessica then."
Harry shook his head. "We haven't found where she's living, besides knowing she's been at House of M."
"Then we attack House of M. All our targets are there," Kaine said.
But the younger Osborne continued shaking his head. "We don't know what kind of defenses Mirage has prepared. The sentinels flew from House of M to Times Square, he must have more there. He was probably ready for an attack on his 'home'.
"Fine. We'll attack Jessica at school," Kaine insisted. "We know she attends Empire State University."
"So does Peter," Harry pointed out.
"Then that's how you'll do it. Take out Connors first. Then Spider-Woman and Spider-Man. After that, Tyson will be alone. His girlfriend, who had powers, is dead, the sentinels won't be repaired, and his allies will all be dead or captured. He's strong, but he can't stand against our combined might." The older Osborne declared.
The room fell silent as the villains considered Norman's plan. Kraven and Calypso exchanged a look. Scorpion's tail unconsciously swayed, while Rhino stamped his foot, both eager for action. Kaine's manic energy seemed to intensify at the prospect of confronting Peter again. Octavius, however, remained thoughtful.
Harry looked around the room, gauging the reactions. "It's a solid idea," he admitted. "But we need to be careful. We need a plan. Mirage and Spider-Man have powerful allies. We can't underestimate them."
"Bah!" Kraven scoffed. "They are prey, nothing more. We are the hunters, and we will bring them down."
Calypso placed a hand on Kraven's arm, her touch calming him slightly. "We must be cautious, my love. Our prey is strong, clever, and resourceful."
Norman nodded approvingly. "She's right. We need to be smart about this. Each team should have a specific strategy."
Octavius spoke up, his voice calm and measured. "I suggest we gather more intelligence before we strike. We need to know their routines, their weaknesses."
Kaine snarled. "We don't have time for that! Gwen is leaving soon. We need to act now!"
Harry held up his hands, trying to maintain control of the situation. "We'll compromise. We'll take a week to gather intel, then strike." He turned to Kaine. "That still gives us time before Gwen leaves."
The villains murmured among themselves, considering Harry's proposal. Kraven and Calypso whispered together, no doubt planning their approach to attacking Connors. Scorpion and Rhino seemed less interested in strategy, their body language suggesting they were more focused on the prospect of violence. Kaine continued to pace, muttering to himself, while Octavius sat in contemplative silence.
Norman stood, commanding attention once more. "We need to be prepared for every eventuality. Tyson and Spider-Man have escaped defeat before. We can't allow that to happen again. There's also Iron Man to consider. Stark is residing in his tower. If we make too much of a stir, it will draw his attention."
"Dad's right. We'll use this week to not only gather intel but also to prepare contingencies."
Octavius added, "I'll devise a way to mitigate Mirage's metal manipulation. If he found a way to do it against Magneto, I can do it against him. I already have a few ideas based on the magnetic containment I devised for the fusion reactor."
"What about the police and Iron Man?" Scorpion asked, speaking for the first time. "They'll come running as soon as we make our move."
Harry acknowledged the valid concern. "We'll need to create distractions. Something to keep the authorities and others occupied."