Rise of an Immortal Chapter 181: What a Son Does for His Mother

[The Ancient One’s Chamber, Kamar-Taj — Evening]

Ethan pressed two fingers to the bridge of his nose and rubbed slowly.

"Is this true," he said. It ca out flat, not quite a question, because he already knew the answer from the way she had said it.

"Yes," the Ancient One said.

He looked at her across the low table. The tea in his cup had gone slightly cool and he had stopped noticing it. "So let get this straight," he said. "My adopted son from the future, nad Franklin Carter, ca to this universe and manipulated the circumstances so that Sue and I would fall in love with each other. Because in the other tiline, Sue is not happy with Reed."

The Ancient One took a calm sip of her tea. "As far as my knowledge extends, that is correct."

Ethan took two slow breaths. The kind that were less about calming down and more about keeping the room intact while he processed.

"Why," he said, "did you not tell ."

She looked at him with the patient expression of soone who had anticipated this question and had a genuine answer prepared. "What would you have done, Ethan? Refused to love Susan? Gone to confront a child who is powerful enough to overturn this entire universe if he chose to? Even I am not confident I could match him in a direct fight."

"I could—"

"Yes," she said. "Given enough ti, your adaptation would find a path through. We both know that." She set her cup down. "But fighting a child who is angry enough at his father that he ca back through ti to rewrite the conditions of his own birth is not the ideal choice. Especially when that child respects you enough to want you as his real father. Especially when he loves his mother enough to do sothing that drastic to make sure she is happy."

Ethan’s hand closed into a fist on his knee.

"What the fuck happened in that other tiline," he said quietly.

’I know who Franklin is,’ he thought. ’Or I know pieces of it. From what I watched in my previous life, he is one of the most powerful beings in existence. A child who can create and destroy universes. But the specifics, what happened between Reed and Sue, what made it bad enough that a future version of their son crossed ti to rewrite it, that I do not know.’

He looked at the Ancient One. "So he manipulated Sue’s womb so that if she and I ever had sex after I gained specific powers, he would be born as my son in this universe."

"That is correct," she said. "And I will say this about the boy." Sothing in her expression shifted, not quite a smile but close to one, carrying the quality of genuine appreciation. "He has guts. He sealed his own presence well enough that even your Chronokinesis cannot locate him. He moved through tilines with a precision that most cosmic entities would find impressive." She tilted her head. "Even without blood between you, he is more like you than you might expect."

Ethan sat with that for a long mont and genuinely did not know what to do with it.

’What am I supposed to do with that,’ he thought. ’Be angry? Be proud? Both at the sa ti?’

The Ancient One’s expression softened slightly. "So," she said. "Are you going to abandon—"

"Do not," Ethan said, "finish that sentence."

The room trembled. It was not violent, not destructive, just a low and total resonance that moved through the stone of Kamar-Taj the way a sound moves through water, present in everything simultaneously for one brief mont. Several books shifted on their shelves in the library down the corridor. A student in the courtyard looked up at the sky for no reason they could na.

The Ancient One did not move. She picked up her cup and took another sip.

Ethan steadied himself. "We may have been manipulated into the conditions that started it," he said. "But everything after that is real. What Sue and I have is real. I know that. I can feel the difference between sothing manufactured and sothing genuine, and what I feel when I am with her is genuine."

His jaw set. "She deserves to know about this. All of it."

The Ancient One nodded once. "Anything else?" she asked.

"I have a hundred things," he said. "But I am not in the right headspace for any of them right now."

He sat for a mont longer, turning it over. He thought about Franklin crossing ti with enough precision to slip past a Chronokinesis user of his caliber.

He thought about a future version of himself that had apparently done sothing, or failed to do sothing, significant enough to make a son that powerful decide that rewriting the tiline was the better outco.

He thought about Sue earlier that day, the way she had looked at him when they ca out of the chamber.

’What the hell am I doing in that future,’ he thought, ’that makes Franklin decide the best solution is to co back and rewrite his own existence. What happens between him and Reed. What does Susan go through that her future son decides she deserves better and goes to these lengths to give it to her.’

He did not have answers. He filed the questions away in the part of his mind that handled things requiring extended consideration and stood up.

The Ancient One rose with him, unhurried, and watched as he brought his hands together in front of his stomach and bowed. Not deeply, but genuinely.

Her expression shifted to sothing that was actual warmth, quiet and unperford.

"Even now," she said. "After everything you have beco. You still rember to bow to your teacher. That impresses more than the power does, Ethan."

"Respect for your elde—" he started, then caught himself a half-syllable before the word elders ca out. He recalibrated. "For your teachers is more important than any power," he finished smoothly.

The Ancient One looked at him for one long mont. "You dodged sothing there," she said.

"I have no idea what you an," he said.

She smiled, and it was the smile of soone choosing to let it go. "I believe it is ti for you to go," she said. "And do not worry about Mr. Blaze. With phisto gone, there is no one left to hold the Spirit of Vengeance as a weapon. Johnny will find his own way to control it. He simply needs ti."

Ethan nodded. He had left Johnny at Kamar-Taj for exactly that reason. The Ghost Rider at full uncontrolled output was not sothing the surrounding neighbourhood needed to experience, and the Ancient One’s compound was better equipped than most places on Earth to contain the adjustnt period.

"Thank you," he said. "For all of it."

He raised one hand and opened the portal, the red light of it spreading across the chamber floor in a warm arc.

"Give Susan my regards," the Ancient One said, lifting her cup again.

Ethan stepped through without answering, because she already knew he would.

...

[Baxter Building, New York — Evening]

The portal opened inside Sue’s room and Ethan stepped out with his hands in his pockets, the red light folding closed behind him.

The room was empty.

He crossed to the door, pulled it open, and walked out into the hallway.

He heard them before he saw them. Sue’s voice, composed but carrying the particular edge it took on when she was genuinely irritated. Johnny’s voice, higher in register than normal, which ant he was either cold or cornered, and the specific silence of Ben Grimm watching sothing he found entertaining.

He rounded the corner and stopped.

Sue had Johnny from the waist down encased in a column of ice. It was thorough work, clean at the edges, rising from the floor to his hips and holding him at a tilt that was uncomfortable but not dangerous. Johnny’s face had the expression of a man who had tested sothing and discovered too late that the paraters had changed significantly.

Sue stood in front of him with her arms crossed, her blonde hair pulled back, her expression carrying the particular calm of soone who was making a point and intended to finish making it. "You went after a Class-Four supernatural entity this morning," she said. "Alone. Without telling anyone. After we specifically discussed not doing exactly that."

"Sue, in my defense—"

"You almost died last night, Johnny."

"In my defense," he said again, and then seed to realize that the defense he had was not going to help his situation and stopped.

Ben sat on the sofa across the room with a large glass of orange juice. He was watching this with the deep, settled contentnt of a man whose entertainnt needs were being fully t.

He had been surprised when Sue had manifested the Ice powers after she ca back from Ethan’s, had spent about ten minutes trying to work out what had changed, and had arrived at the conclusion that it was Ethan’s doing and left it there.

Now he was watching his little sister figure freeze their not little brother figure to the floor and finding the whole thing extrely satisfying.

Ethan smiled. "You know," he said, "in my completely objective opinion, Johnny absolutely deserves that."

Every head turned. Sue’s expression softened by approximately three degrees. Ben’s face broke into a grin wide enough to show his back teeth. Johnny looked at Ethan with an expression that said he had been hoping for a rescue and was reevaluating his expectations.

"What did you do to my sister," Johnny said, pointing at Ethan. "Because after she ca out of your place and started doing that." He gestured at the frost on the floor. "And now she sounds like mom when she’s actually serious."

A single look from Sue silenced him with more efficiency than the ice had.

Ben laughed, a big, rolling sound that filled the corridor. "Good to see you, Ethan."

He crossed over and shook Ethan’s hand with the grip of a man who was still adjusting to having a hand rather than a rocky appendage and was enjoying the sensation. "I gotta say, the whole ice thing is impressive. If she could do that to Johnny permanently, the building would be about forty percent quieter."

"I heard that," Johnny said.

"Good," Ben said.

"Can soone please help ," Johnny then shifting the topic said. "I am literally freezing. My ankles cannot feel anything. I have a very important relationship with my ankles."

"You should have thought about your ankles," Ben said, "before you went after a supernatural entity solo."

"Ben."

"I’m just saying what Sue already said."

"Can we stay on the topic of my ankles."

Ethan looked at Ben with a slight smile. "Speaking of things I can do for you," he said, "I actually have sothing better than ice powers."

He reached into his inventory and produced a bracelet. Simple in appearance, the talwork clean and precise, a faint geotric pattern running along the band that caught the light at certain angles and showed sothing more complex underneath. He tossed it to Ben, who caught it reflexively.

"Put it on," Ethan said. "Then press the green button."

Ben looked at it. He looked at Ethan. He put it on his wrist, found the green button, and pressed it.

The change was imdiate and total. The familiar mass and texture of the Thing pulled back like a tide going out, and what was underneath was Benjamin Jacob Grimm, fully human, standing in clothes that were two sizes too large for him now, blinking in the evening light of the Baxter Building living room with an expression that had not yet settled on any single emotion because all of them were arriving at once.

He looked at his hands. Both of them. Human hands... Skin and Fingernails. And most importantly, he can still feel he didn’t lose his strength.

"I’m back," he said. His voice ca out rough, which had nothing to do with the transformation. "I’m back." He said it again because it needed saying twice.

Then he laughed, and it was a completely different laugh from the one before, lower and more private and not perford for anyone. "I’m back, guys."

Sue’s hand ca up to cover her mouth. Her eyes went bright.

Johnny stared from inside his ice column with his mouth open.

Ben crossed the room in three steps and pulled Ethan into a hug that had everything in it, gratitude and relief and years of sothing he had stopped letting himself want because wanting it had been too expensive. He held it for a mont, then stepped back and gripped Ethan’s shoulders.

"You’re the best, you know that?" he said. "Reed tried for eight years to change my appearance while maintaining my powers. Eight years, every thod he had, and he couldn’t crack it. You walk in here and just—" He shook his head. "How?"

"Reed was working with science alone," Ethan said. "I used science as the foundation and built rune structures on top of it. The bracelet handles the rest. Red button for your other form, green for this one. It is size-adjustable, made from vibranium, and the runes keep the switching chanism stable. You do not need to worry about it breaking."

’Good thing vibranium is compatible with runic magic,’ he thought. ’And that stabilizing the interaction only took three hours of work during the chamber sessions. Completely worth it.’

He had understood the composition of Vibranium after taking a small sample from Wakanda a few months earlier, before returning it.

Now, with matter manipulation, he could create as much Vibranium as he wanted.

Ben looked at the bracelet on his wrist with the expression of a man looking at sothing he intends to keep forever.

Sue was looking at Ethan with the specific soft expression she had when she was genuinely moved but was not going to say it out loud.

"The vibranium," she said, composing herself. "Is that the sa tal you used for the Gates of Babylon?"

"The sa," Ethan said.

"Gates of Babylon?" Johnny asked from the floor, montarily distracted from his ice situation.

"When we were in the chamber which Ethan built for training," Sue said, and the mory crossed her face with sothing like wonder, "Ethan used matter manipulation to create hundreds of weapons from vibranium and then built a spell around it. Magic circles appear behind him and the weapons fire through them at whatever he targets. Like sothing out of a legend."

"That is exactly what it is based on," Ethan said.

"That," Johnny said, "is incredibly cool." He paused. "What did you get ?"

Ethan looked at him. "My wife saved your life last night," he said. "What exactly were you expecting on top of that?"

Johnny had no answer for this. "..."

Ben covered his laugh with his orange juice glass and failed completely.

"I am kidding," Ethan said, after a mont. "I will sort you out later. I have sothing in mind. But right now I need to talk to Sue."

Sue raised an eyebrow. He had left this afternoon and co back specifically for her in the evening. Her expression asked the question without words.

Johnny looked between them. "Fine," he said. "Love birds, get out of my sight. But can soone deal with my legs first because I genuinely cannot feel them anymore."

Ethan glanced at the ice column and then at Sue, who exhaled through her nose and released it. The ice dissolved cleanly, leaving Johnny staggering slightly and slapping his own ankles to restore sensation.

Ethan opened a portal, stepped over to Sue, and pulled her close. He said it quickly, to the room, because they would find out and it was better from him. "Jean is pregnant. We are hosting a party tomorrow night, all of you are invited. Details to follow." He looked at Sue. "Co on."

He stepped through the portal with her before anyone had fully processed the announcent.

Behind them, the living room erupted.

Ben let out a sound that was sowhere between a shout and a laugh and looked around for sothing to do with his hands. Sue’s expression, in the half-second before the portal closed, was beaming.

Johnny stood in the middle of the room with restored ankle circulation and a stunned face, turned to Ben, and said, "Did he just—"

"Yeah," Ben said.

"And then he just—"

"Yeah," Ben said again, grinning.

"That absolute—" Johnny started, then switched directions. "Wait, I’m happy. I’m very happy. But also he owes a present and I am not forgetting that." He pointed at Ben. "Help get out of this ice."

"The ice is gone, Johnny," Ben said.

Johnny looked down. "Right, but I still can’t use my legs," he said. "And he owes a present. So co here and help get to my room, Ben."

"You’ll be fine," Ben Grimm said, already walking toward his room. "You’re the Human Torch. I’m sure you can figure out how to use your legs again pretty quickly."

He glanced back over his shoulder, grinning. "Besides, I’m a normal person now," he added. "And I fully intend to enjoy that fact with a date night with my girlfriend."

"Benjamin Jacob Grimm," Johnny said warningly. "You co back here right now—"

"See you later, hotshot," Ben called back.

Then he disappeared around the corner, his laughter echoing through the hallway long after he was gone.

"Hey," Johnny called after him. "Where are you going? Ben. Ben, don’t walk away from . Ben."

He stared at the empty corridor for a second before unleashing a string of curses creative enough to make a certain Red costu rcenary proud.

...

[Baxter Building Rooftop — Monts Later]

The city spread below them in every direction, lights beginning to co on in the early evening, the sky to the west still holding the last of the sunset in long bands of copper and dark orange. The wind up here was steady and cool, carrying the particular quality of New York air at height.

Sue stood at the edge of the rooftop and looked at the horizon. Ethan stood beside her and let the silence run for a mont before he started talking.

He told her all of it. He kept his voice level and did not editorialize. He told her what the Ancient One had confird, about Franklin, about the tiline he had co from, about what he had done to the conditions surrounding their relationship, about why.

When he finished, Sue was still looking at the horizon. The sun had dropped further while he talked, the copper fading toward sothing darker. She stayed still for a long ti, long enough that Ethan did not rush her.

"So," she said finally. Her voice was quiet and even. "What do you do now. Now that you know we were manipulated into this."

Ethan smiled. It was small and genuine and a little tired. "If I ever find Franklin," he said, "I am going to give him a proper beating. Nothing serious. Just enough to make the point. That is a conversation for a much later date."

"Ethan."

"Nothing changes, Sue." His voice was simple and direct. "Even if soone arranged the conditions that let this start, what we actually built after that is ours. I know the difference between sothing manufactured and sothing real. What I feel for you is real. That is not sothing Franklin created. He just opened the door. We walked through it ourselves."

She turned to look at him. Her eyes were steady and clear and very blue in the fading light.

"Conditions can be manipulated," he said. "Feelings cannot. Not by him and not by anyone."

Sue looked at him for a long mont. Then she closed the distance between them and put her arms around him, pressing her face against his shoulder, and held on with the unceremonious directness of soone who had decided that words were finished and this was what ca next.

He wrapped his arms around her and held her back, and kissed the top of her head.

After a mont he said, very quietly, close to her ear, "You know, technically this ans our son is a ti-traveling matchmaker. That kid has genuinely terrible timing and absolutely excellent taste. He picked specifically. That says sothing about his judgnt. I have to respect the ambition even if the thod needs work."

Sue made a sound against his shoulder that was half-laugh and half sothing more complicated.

"I cannot believe our son is already causing problems," she said, "and he has not even been born yet."

"He gets it from you," Ethan said.

She pulled back and looked at him with an expression that was wet at the edges but fully composed everywhere else, and she hit him on the arm with exactly the force she intended, which was enough to make the point and not enough to an it.

"He absolutely gets it from you," she said.

Ethan smiled and pulled her into a tighter hug.

"You are impossible," she said.

"You love it," he said.

She looked at him for one more mont. Then she smiled, full and warm, and leaned back into him, and the city below them carried on entirely unaware of everything that had just been decided on a rooftop above it.