**September 18th, 2010**
Two days rushed by in a blur, consud by last-minute jitters, logistical triple-checks, and the relentless tide of pre-wedding tasks. Ethan and his two brides-to-be, Anna and Jean, were ticulous, determined to ensure the day would be flawless.
The atmosphere was a whirlwind of controlled chaos, only slightly cald by the return of Kitty Pryde, Angelica Jones, and Didi a week prior, ready to jump into the final preparations.
Didi hadn’t co back alone. With her were two nervous, wide-eyed sixteen-year-olds: Wanda and Pietro.
When Didi had first ntioned them during a phone call a few days earlier, Ethan was genuinely surprised. Didi had stumbled upon the Maximoffs purely by chance and, sensing their plight, had taken them under her wing.
Ethan ntally filed them away as potential allies to be cultivated, though his imdiate focus on the wedding ant the initial et-and-greet was postponed. He accepted Didi’s temporary guardianship, allowing them to finish the pre-planned ’vacation’ tour before returning.
Wanda and Pietro were typical teenagers, yet utterly cautious. Wanda’s trust seed to extend only to her twin brother and Didi. Swept up in the wedding frenzy, they hadn’t yet had the chance to interact much with the others, but Ethan knew that would soon change.
The venue itself was a testant to Ethan’s recent philosophy: money is ant to be spent.
The location was a newly purchased, utterly private island, one of the most popular in the world for discreet, luxurious events: Mustique Cay, an exclusive gem hidden in the Caribbean.
Why buy a private island? Ethan’s answer had been simple: Because I’m rich.
Ethan had renad it the Isle of Serenity for the occasion. He had initially wanted a small, simple affair focused only on their imdiate circle, and Anna and Jean shared the sentint.
Unfortunately, their definition of ’imdiate circle’ and the sheer weight of Ethan’s ten years of globe-shaking in the Marvel universe had resulted in a guest list that was anything but small.
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The sheer volu of guests was why Ethan was so thankful he’d chosen an entire island. Mustique Cay—or the Isle of Serenity—was vast enough to accommodate the colossal influx, and he had poured his magical power into creating an event that would be unforgettable.
From the X-n side, the attendees were a who’s who of mutant power and history, Professor Charles Xavier and Hank McCoy were present, Logan and as was Ethan’s ntor, Storm.
Scott stood beside Madelyn, who cradled their child—a little boy no more than six years old—in her arms.
His school friends, Bobby Drake (Iceman), Piotr Rasputin (Colossus), Kurt Wagner (Nightcrawler), and, of course, Kitty and Angelica, and few others were all there.
Hank McCoy adjusted his bowtie while Logan grumbled in the corner with a cigar already half-smoked. Storm stood tall and regal, her white hair glinting in the golden light. Bobby, Pyro, Kurt, Kitty, and Angelica mingled with other students from the academy, whispering and laughing.
Then ca the magical guests. The Ancient One, accompanied by Wong, Mordo and few others who are good friends with Ethan and his girls, arrived through shimring portals.
Ethan was genuinely shocked the Sorcerer Supre had taken the ti. Their presence ignited a frantic wave of hushed questions, but the Sorcerers offered only cryptic words, urging secrecy—a near-impossible demand given the crowd.
The Ancient One only smiled faintly. "Today is not a day for secrets," she said calmly, sipping tea that materialized from thin air.
The existence of a wider magical world was now becoming impossible to hide from so of Ethan’s allies.
The Industry Titans were also well-represented. Emma Frost and her associates made an appearance, her form glittering in the tropical sun.
And no major event would be complete without the "Party God" himself, Tony Stark, who flew in on a private jet alongside Pepper Potts, Colonel Jas "Rhodey" Rhodes, and Happy Hogan.
"Carter, Damn you!" Tony grinned while slapping Ethan’s shoulder. "Didn’t think you’d actually go through with it. Two brides? You’re making the rest of us look bad."
Ethan simply smirked. "You’ll manage that all by yourself, Stark."
He caught the subtle exchange that followed—Pepper shooting Tony a sharp, knowing look that clearly said, We’ll talk about this later.
Ethan’s employees, like Chloe and Barry from Accounting, mingled with various influencer figures and CEOs.
Then ca the Superhero Contingent, the Fantastic Four (Reed, Sue, Ben, and Johnny), Thor, who got back after he finished his ’thing’ with his father and Dr. Jane Foster, exchanging greetings with the other guests.
The most unnerving arrival, however, was the King of Latveria, Victor Von Doom, attending with his own retinue.
"Try not to blow anything up, Victor," Ethan warned with a grin as Doom arrived.
"I only destroy diocrity," Doom replied flatly.
Reed sighed. "Here we go again."
Reed Richards, of course, was there too, and Ethan personally made sure the two n were seated on opposite sides of the venue, to ensure Doom wouldn’t ignite another word-war with Reed Richards over the canapés.
One notable absence was the family of Jean and Anna; both brides had politely but firmly declined to invite them. Even when Ethan attempted to send personal secretaries to extend an olive branch, the families refused to co, and Ethan finally conceded the point.
Didi, Diana, and Susan stood off to the side, beside Wanda, who watched the process with a thoughtful gaze. anwhile, Pietro was entirely in his own world—already seated at the table, eating with the kind of focus that suggested food was the only thing that mattered right now.
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The ti had arrived.
Ethan stood there, tall and calm, in a black tuxedo lined with silver threads that caught the sun like starlight. His blond hair was brushed back, and his blue eyes held a depth that made even Jean tease him earlier that morning—"You look like a prince out of a fairy tale."
He only smiled. ’Guess that makes you both my queens.’
Now, Ethan stood on a makeshift altar overlooking the crystalline ocean beside the Pastor, an old man with a kindly face, a shock of white hair, and black-rimd glasses.
Ethan studied the old man closely, a faint sense of familiarity tugging at his mind. He was certain he’d seen him sowhere before—but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t quite place where.
A hush fell over the crowd as the two brides made their entrance.
Jean Grey appeared first, radiant in a gown of crimson silk that flowed like living fla. Her hair glowed faintly, a reminder of the power that lived within her, but her eyes were soft and full of warmth.
Anna Marie, stunning in an ivory dress that beautifully accentuated her figure, walked with a confident, joyful step, her erald green highlights catching the sunlight.
Ethan’s heart did a strange, complex dance. Seeing them side-by-side, beautiful and utterly his, was an unprecedented feeling.
Tony whispered to Pepper, "You sure this isn’t the setup for a superhero power couple reality show?"
Pepper elbowed him gently. "Shh."
"Well," Tony then turned back before murmured to Rhodey while adjusting his sunglasses. "He always did overachieve. Why settle for one when you can have a full-house of powerhouses?"
"At least Doom hasn’t tried to correct the pastor’s theology yet," Reed Richards whispered to Ben.
At the altar, the elderly pastor—an old man with white hair and small round glasses—cleared his throat, adjusting his notes with shaking hands.
"Ladies and gentlen — and, well, I suspect, several beings who are neither — we gather here to witness sothing extraordinary."
His voice warm and steady as Ethan stood between Jean and Anna. "We are gathered here today to witness and celebrate the union of three incredible souls... the union of hearts, souls, and perhaps a few superpowers."
That earned laughter from the audience.
The formalities were concise, yet profound.
Ethan looked at his brides—Jean’s eyes shimring red with emotion, Anna trying (and failing) to hide the happy tear threatening to fall.
The pastor continued, "Do you, Ethan Carter, take Jean Grey and Anna Marie to be your lawfully wedded wives, to love and cherish, through ti, space, and whatever else your lives may encounter?"
Ethan chuckled softly. "I do. Even if it’s an alien invasion."
That earned a loud snort from Logan. "You’re gonna regret sayin’ that, bub."
Then ca the turn for the brides.
"Do you, Jean Grey and Anna Marie, take this man, Ethan Carter, to be your husband—to love him, support him, and maybe keep him from blowing up the planet?"
A ripple of laughter went through the crowd.
Jean laughed, eyes sparkling. "I do."
Anna winked. "You bet I do, sugar."
Scott Sumrs, standing near Madelyne, sighed dramatically. "I swear, their vows were better than mine."
The exchange of rings followed as the pastor nodded, Didi stepped forward, handing him two rings — one crimson, one erald, both glowing faintly with enchantnt. While Diana is doing the sa for Anna and Jean.
Jean took the red ring and slid it onto Ethan’s left hand, whispering, "For every ti your fire ward the darkness."
Anna followed, placing the green one on the sa finger. "And for every ti you made feel safe to touch."
Ethan slipped two identical rings — one red, one green — onto their fingers. "For every life I live, every world I cross... I’ll always find my way back to you both."
Everyone gasped as tiny streaks of light burst above them, dancing in the sky like fireflies.
The pastor smiled. "Then by the power vested in — (and I suppose, tolerated by every cosmic entity watching) — I now pronounce you bound in heart and soul."
"You may seal your vows," the Pastor announced, smiling broadly.
Ethan took Jean’s face in his hands first, his gaze lting into hers. The kiss was deep, soulful, and charged with pure emotional energy, a connection that had always spanned ti and space.
Then he turned to Anna, pulling her close with a confident certainty. This kiss was fiery, bold, and unapologetically dominant, a testant to the powerful, electric connection they shared. He released her, his eyes twinkling. "Took you long enough to beco Mrs. Immortal," he quipped, earning a playful punch on the arm from his new wife.
"I pronounce you husband and wives," the Pastor proclaid, raising his hands.
As the crowd erupted in cheers and applause, Thor finally bood, "A union worthy of Asgard! Let the ad flow!"
Doctor Doom, never one to miss a mont to inject himself, rely gave a curt, almost imperceptible nod. "Doom approves of the efficiency. Now, where is the champagne?"
Ethan looked from his radiant Jean to his feisty Anna, a profound, easy smile gracing his features. He was surrounded by power and responsibility—and in this mont, nothing mattered more than the two won by his side.
As the sun set and the party began, Ethan stood between his wives, arm around each of them, watching fireworks explode across the horizon.
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Music echoed across the shimring coastline and laughter carried through the cool night breeze. The wedding had been beautiful—almost too perfect—and now, it was ti for the part every guest had been waiting for.
The party.
At the center of it all stood Thor Odinson, God of Thunder and, apparently, self-proclaid Master of the Feast. His booming laughter rang through the night as he lifted a barrel-sized bottle of rum—sothing Ethan had imported from a forgotten island distillery known only by pirates and gods alike.
Thor grinned broadly, raising the bottle high. "Friends! Warriors! Lovers of good drink!" he bellowed. "Tonight, we celebrate not a battle won, but a love that defies worlds!"
The crowd cheered. Tony Stark raised his glass with a grin. "Finally, a toast I can get behind."
Thor didn’t wait. He uncorked the massive bottle with his thumb—pop!—and began chugging the rum straight from it. The crowd erupted in whistles and cheers as the Asgardian god drained the entire thing in seconds.
When he slamd the empty bottle down on the table, it shattered into pieces.
"ANOTHER!" Thor roared, voice echoing across the beach.
Jane Foster covered her face in pure embarrassnt. "Oh my god... he’s doing it again," she muttered.
Thor grinned at Ethan, clapping him on the back with enough force to make normal superhuman stagger slightly. "Ethan Carter! Husband of two mighty won! Co, share a drink worthy of your union!"
Ethan chuckled, straightening his jacket. "Only if you promise not to challenge to an arm-wrestling contest after."
Susan leaned toward Jean, whispering, "Ten bucks says he does anyway."
Anna smirked. "Make it twenty. Thor’s gonna flip the table first."
The feast had turned into sothing that looked straight out of Asgard. Long tables loaded with food, barrels of ale and rum lining the beach, and guests from every corner of Earth—and beyond—mingling freely.
Up until now, most of them had only heard of each other. Many didn’t even know everyone personally—so had never heard of the Ancient One, Wong, or the others. But that was about to change; from this point forward, everyone would et, mingle, and truly get to know one another.
Nearby, Tony Stark had sohow turned the event into a red-carpet-style dia mont—complete with drones capturing interviews for "posterity."
Tony didn’t know much about most of them yet, but he was eager to create good mories for the wedding. Deep down, he was just as curious—determined to uncover who they really were when the celebrations were over.
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[Interview Booth – Set up by Stark Industries for Fun]
Tony Stark, grinning into the cara:
"So, tell us—how do you feel about Dr. Carter’s big day?"
Logan leaned back in his chair, cigar between his teeth. "Kid’s got guts. Two brides? Either he’s brave or suicidal. Probably both."
Tony leaned into the fra, grinning. "Would you ever consider marriage again?"
Logan glared at him. "Next question."
Tony laughed and whispered to the cara, "That’s a no."
Storm, elegant as always, smiled softly. "He’s matured beautifully. Seeing Jean happy again... it warms my heart. And Anna... she’s co a long way. Ethan brought out the best in both of them."
Charles Xavier nodded thoughtfully. "Ethan has always walked between worlds—magic, science, and humanity. This union feels like the bridge he’s always been building."
The drone adjusted its focus as Wong stepped into fra, holding a cup of tea amidst a party of gods and heroes.
Tony smiled. "Ah, hello Mister! Who are you, Here to bless the ceremony?"
Tony didn’t know (care) about the sorcerers as only X-n and few others knew about them.
Wong ignored him and turned to the cara, expression solemn. "A word of advice to all watching this recording..."
He leaned closer, voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper.
"Never — and I an never — ss with Ethan Carter’s wives. They are far, far crazier than he is."
The cara caught Tony nearly spitting out his drink in laughter. "Wait, crazier than Ethan?"
Wong didn’t blink. "You have no idea."
He turned away dramatically.
Doom even gave his rare opinion, standing in full armor and regal disdain. "The mortal has power, intellect, and influence. A trifecta rarely achieved. However—"
Tony imdiately interrupted, "Here we go."
"—his taste in wine could use improvent," Doom finished flatly, then walked away as everyone burst out laughing.
Thor then stood proudly before the cara, half-empty mug in hand.
"Ethan Carter!" he bood, cheeks flushed from drink. "A fine warrior! A fine friend! A man of honor who drinks nearly as well as I do!"
He paused, thinking. "Nearly."
Jane groaned in the background. "Please tell this isn’t live."
Thor ignored her, lifting his mug to the lens. "May his love be eternal, his battles glorious, and his hangovers short!"
Then he downed the rest of his drink and yelled, "ANOTHER!" before walking out of fra.
Finally, Tony couldn’t resist giving his own "professional comntary." He leaned back in his chair.
"So, Ethan Carter. The man, the myth, the multitasker."
He gestured broadly. "He’s saved the world three tis, built a company from scratch, dated two of the most powerful won alive, and sohow convinced them both to marry him. If that’s not overachieving, I don’t know what is."
Pepper’s voice ca from off-cara. "You’re jealous, aren’t you?"
Tony turned to her with mock offense. "What? No! I just—okay, maybe a little."
He pointed at the cara. "But if you’re watching this in the future, Ethan — congrats, man. You’ve set the bar impossibly high. Thanks a lot."
Pepper sighed off-cara. "Tony..."
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[A few monts later, at the Feast]
Thor had moved from rum to ad, standing on the table with his hair flying wildly. "Who among you mortals shall face in the Challenge of the Bottle?!"
Everyone looked at each other nervously until Logan stood up, cracking his knuckles. "You’re on, blondie."
The challenge began with Thor and Logan seated at a long, sturdy wooden table, barrels of rum being rolled up before them. The place buzzed with excitent—cheers, laughter, and the rhythmic pounding of mugs against tabletops filling the air.
Thor threw back his head and laughed, the sound booming like thunder. "This mortal has spirit! Let us drink to his impending defeat!"
Logan smirked, lighting a cigar with a flick of his thumb. "Keep talkin’, golden boy."
The contest was nothing short of legendary. Barrel after barrel vanished between the two titans. By the fiftieth, Thor’s laughter had grown louder, rolling through the room like a storm. By the seventieth, Logan’s healing factor was the only thing keeping him from face-planting on the table.
At the hundredth, Thor was still laughing, his eyes bright and unfazed, while Logan paused just long enough to take a long drag from his cigar before reaching for another mug.
From the sidelines, Ethan raised his glass, grinning. "And that, my friends, is why you never challenge gods—or Canadians."
The room erupted in roaring laughter and applause.
For once, there was peace—no villains, no battles, no crises. Just laughter, music, and the feeling that, maybe, this was the beginning of sothing even more powerful than magic or heroism.
’Guess even gods need love and monts like this,’ Ethan thought with a quiet smile.
And on the Isle of Serenity, love burned brighter than any star.
"Well, ladies," Ethan said before turning to Jean and Anna, giving each of them a possessive squeeze of the hand, his tone a mix of confident satisfaction and smooth flirtation. "Looks like I finally finished building my ultimate power-up. And let tell you, the synergy is going to be spectacular tonight."
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