On the altar inside the tal Pyramid rising in the suburbs of Cairo, Egypt.
The X-n, along with Quicksilver Pietro and his daughter Jean, looked up, their eyes shocked at the Ti Galaxy manifesting above them.
In their perception, ti lasted only a mont.
The previous second, Wanda stepped into Hawk’s Ti Galaxy.
The next second.
Boom!
Hawk’s Ti Galaxy exploded with a roar, shattered into countless tiny silver lights, as if a cosmic explosion scene was being played out.
Following that, the starlight rotated, as the flas ignited by that impossible life swept through the entire exploding universe, a golden light ignited the bursting Ti Galaxy of Hawk.
Finally—
A brilliant, unbranched golden river of ti, with no leaks and stabilizing Hawk’s past, appeared dyed in scarlet flas.
The golden river of ti rotated and, under everyone’s watchful gaze, the river of ti completed by Wanda instantly rged into Hawk’s body lying on the floor.
Buzz!
In front of the Eighth Sense portal.
With his own ti advanced five steps forward due to Wanda’s completion, Hawk at this mont stood five steps away from the portal symbolizing the Eighth Sense of Life, with endless thoughts rushing in at this mont.
The next second.
Hawk, instead of attempting to advance, suddenly retreated a step backward with his right foot, disappearing abruptly on the spot, only to reappear fifty steps away from the Eighth Sense portal.
But this was not a retreat.
As everyone knows.
To throw the most powerful punch, the best way is to pull back your fist first and then strike, this way you can throw the most powerful punch.
It’s the sa now.
The current retreat is only for a better advance.
After all—
He walked too fast, covering in a few short years a path that other Saint Warriors might not complete in a lifeti.
It’s ti to stop and consolidate before smashing the Eighth Sense of Life portal, to identify and fill the gaps previously noticed but left for fixing later.
Thinking thus, Hawk closed his eyes.
The next second.
Hawk, lying on the tal floor, opened his eyes and stared directly into Death’s eyes, who was crouching beside him with arms crossed, as if watching a show.
"Why the change of style?"
"It’s a date, of course, I have to dress to fit the local style."
"...Makes sense."
Listening to Death, Hawk gave an agreeing nod, standing up from the cold tal floor.
His daughter Jean rushed up and embraced Hawk.
"Dad, mom..."
"Don’t worry, I’m here."
Hawk said with a smile to his daughter Jean hugging him, then turned his gaze back to Death, who only Professor X could perceive and no one else could, and said seriously, "Thank you."
Although Death was the mastermind behind Apocalypse.
But just as Hawk never judges friends by their alliances, he also judges actions, not intentions.
He doesn’t care what you think, only what you do.
Death resurrected Apocalypse not to have Apocalypse kill him but to use Apocalypse’s hand to eliminate the flaws on the contracted Ti Galaxy he had created using the ’Ti Gemstone’.
Though Apocalypse almost killed him.
It was just almost because even if Wanda hadn’t co, he would have survived, though he might have been severely injured and unable to completely erase his ti line’s ’ti’ aura.
This was why Hawk held Wanda back, telling her not to go back then.
But he couldn’t say much more at the ti, needing to concentrate on guiding his Little Cosmos energy here.
But Wanda went anyway.
After all—
The past cannot be changed, things that have happened are destined to occur.
Thinking thus, Hawk, still holding his daughter Jean, looked at Death, who was preparing for the upcoming date, and said thoughtfully, "Aren’t you afraid of Eternal finding out and bothering you with this?"
Death shrugged, her voice losing its chill and gaining a kind of liveliness, winked at Hawk, "You don’t think the five Celestials of the Main Multiverse are like a family, do you?"
As the saying goes.
Where there are people, there are rivalries.
The gods are no exception.
If all five Creator God figures in the Main Multiverse were like family, then Devourer, the Galaxy Swallower, wouldn’t personally go out, looking for planets to consu throughout the Multiverse to sate his hunger.
Eternal could simply provide multiple Multiverses at ho for him to feast on comfortably.
Hawk, upon hearing this, couldn’t help but shake his head and laugh.
"Alright, I owe you one, Death, you can..."
"No need to leave it anyti, just give a fragnt of your soul."
Death interrupted Hawk’s promise, reaching out with her right hand to him with an open palm, "Hurry up, I still have a date to catch."
Hawk raised his eyebrow.
Death added, "Right, just a piece will do, because in the ’Hero Saves the Beauty’ script I wrote, you won’t live long anyway."
Hawk’s mouth twitched.
"Can I ask how this ’Hero Saves the Beauty’ script is written?"
"No."
Death’s expression was solemn: "Hurry up, you’re the last one I’m missing. I already have Wanda’s."
Hawk laughed.
"In your screenplay, Wanda has a role too?"
"Of course."
Death nodded, raised his hand towards Hawk once again: "Co on, I’m running out of ti, I can’t stay here too long, or Eternal might notice."
Hearing this, Hawk didn’t say anything. As his right hand opened, a piece of his soul was extracted.
Death received it directly with his right hand, clenched tightly, then flashed a brilliant smile and bid farewell to Hawk.
The next second.
Death turned around, and the dark void instantly engulfed him. When the dark void disappeared, Death was nowhere to be seen.
No.
To be precise, it was as if Death had never been here.
Death didn’t specify how the "heroic rescue" screenplay was written, but Hawk had already guessed the general plot.
"Witch Agatha"!
Hawk recalled scenes featuring Death, looked in the direction where Death disappeared, finally shook his head, then glanced at Mystique Raven, who was supporting Professor X, along with Magneto in his classic attire, and finally, his gaze fell on Quicksilver Pietro.
"Where’s your sister now?"
"Uh..."
Quicksilver Pietro paused, instinctively responded to Hawk’s gaze: "At ho, I guess."
Hawk didn’t speak.
Quicksilver Pietro hesitated, then realized, took out his phone and called ho.
After a while.
Quicksilver Pietro hung up the phone and looked at Hawk.
"My sister just left, no idea where she went."
"I know."
Hawk pondered, then looked down at his daughter Jean in his arms: "I’m going to bring mom back, you go back with them first."
Jean was slightly surprised: "I’m coming too."
Hawk chuckled.
"Mom and I are going on a date, do you think it’s appropriate for you to co?"
"...A date?"
Jean blinked, then let go of Hawk, not expressing a desire to follow but rather urging: "Then go quickly, Dad, don’t rush back, I’m already grown."
Hearing this, Hawk laughed heartily, then in an instant, he soared into the sky, crashing through the pyramid’s top, disappearing into the clouds with a sonic boom, swiftly vanishing from everyone’s sight.
Quicksilver Pietro looked up at the sky, blinking, still processing.
"He asked where my sister went, what does that an?"
"Uh..."
Jean withdrew her gaze, then looked at Quicksilver Pietro: "Maybe, possibly, probably, you’re really my uncle now."
Quicksilver Pietro, hearing this, instinctively looked at Jean.
Magneto standing nearby also glanced at Jean.
Jean caught Magneto’s gaze: "So, perhaps, if nothing unexpected happens, you are indeed the grandfather?"
Goodness.
I have two uncles and a grandfather?
Jean suddenly realized.
At the sa ti.
Sokovia.
In this cosmos, the 616 Cosmos, and any Hydra Cosmoses, the ancient castle before them was always a Hydra base.
A golden light descended from the sky, landing before the castle gate. Hawk glanced at the fortress, then stepped inside.
In this cosmos, this castle located in Sokovia is in a semi-abandoned state.
After all, Sokovia is a war-torn nation; you can’t expect soldiers fighting one after another to know how to renovate a castle, nor can you expect anyone to spend money to buy such a castle in this war-torn country.
So—
The castle is quiet, overgrown with weeds and cobwebs, requiring no decoration to be a natural haunted house at night.
Hawk walked through, familiar with the path, arriving at the door of a room, then pushed it open.
Before his eyes.
Inside the room looked entirely different from outside.
Outside was a haunted house, but inside looked sowhat cozy, appearing as a bedroom with a baby crib.
This room was prepared by Hydra for the birth of his daughter Jean.
From a certain perspective, this was also the room where Hawk first t Wanda.
At this mont, Wanda was standing before the crib, back facing Hawk.
After entering, Hawk looked at Wanda’s silhouette, his gaze calm, without speaking.
After a while.
Wanda turned around, looked at Hawk.
"So..."
"Who is Gwen?"
"..."
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