Chapter 1013

The past cannot be changed.

Things that have already happened are destined to happen, even if you change the past, in the end, that thing will always happen again.

Time needs a closed loop.

Time without a closed loop is like an opened can; if it stays for a long time, it will deteriorate, mold, and then rot away.

Therefore—

Wanda Maximoff is Gwen Stacy.

Gwen Stacy is Wanda Maximoff.

At the very least, on his sacred timeline, it is like this.

Finally!

Hawk, lying in the bathtub, after his thoughts were clear, slowly closed his calm eyes again.

The next second!

Clang!

The phoenix comes, it will not perch unless it is on the Wutong tree.

The phoenix cries in the sky, its cry is clanging.

The phoenix Nirvana, its fire is fierce!

Just at the moment when Hawk's thoughts were clear, in Hawk's small universe, the scarlet chaotic fire born from the impossible life that was burning on the river of time that Hawk had now repaired flew straight down from the river of time, as if a red lotus waterfall hanging from the sky had been hung up.

The scarlet chaotic fire flew straight down, submerged into Hawk's small universe, and accompanied by the fusion of the former, the fire of the fire phoenix that covered the now almost boundless small universe also began to surge.

The fire ignited by the birth of the initial life began to fuse with the fire ignited by the birth of the most impossible life.

Hawk's small universe began to roar at this moment.

The edge of his small universe continued to open up toward the chaotic surroundings like a bamboo shoot.

At this moment, a great drama of creating the world was being staged.

Completely fused with the scarlet chaotic fire, the fire phoenix bathing in the "everything is possible fire" let out a deafening cry, completely manifesting in his small universe, its wings fully spread, and the flames instantly enveloped the entire small universe.

Then—

Small universe big bang!

"Boom—"

"Clang—!!!"

A deafening phoenix cry sounded!

But this time, the sound of the phoenix cry was not in his small universe, but in this universe.

To be precise, it was at the edge of this universe.

The fire born from Hawk's initial life could not shake a cosmic barrier.

The fire born from Wanda's most impossible life also could not shake a cosmic barrier.

But when the two combined?

The fire born from the initial life and the fire born from the most impossible life, the fused fire was the fire where everything is possible.

This flame, naturally, could blast open the cosmic barrier.

It should be that all cosmic barriers could not stop this flame.

Because!

Everything is possible!

At the same time, in the living room, while making dinner and listening to Jean sitting at the kitchen island talking about the reason for coming back tonight, Wanda also heard this phoenix cry, subconsciously raised her eyes, and her gaze passed through the roof, the atmosphere, the solar system, the Milky Way... and finally landed on the pure golden liquid that was seeping in from outside the universe.

The sound of the phoenix cry came from this pure golden liquid.

Under Wanda's gaze, after the pure golden liquid seeped in, it began to condense on the spot, and in almost a very short time, it condensed into a fire phoenix bathing in pure golden flames.

The fire phoenix spread its wings and let out a cry that shocked this universe, declaring her arrival.

The next second!

The phoenix eyes of the fire phoenix were sharp and instantly landed in the direction of Earth, and then, turned into a golden stream of light, quickly coming toward Earth.

Wanda saw this, withdrew her gaze, and the corners of her mouth rose slightly.

All this happened in the blink of an eye.

Jean, who was talking, looked at Wanda, whose gaze moved upward and then had an expression that made people feel "happy?" on her face, and blinked.

"Mom?"

"Hawk's power has descended."

"What?"

Jean was slightly stunned: "So fast, didn't you say this morning that it might take another year?"

Wanda shrugged: "I said within a year."

Jean's mouth twitched.

"It hasn't even been a day, Mom."

"Just tell me if one day counts as within a year."

Wanda smiled.

Furthermore.

She and Hawk both studied law.

As everyone knows.

In the West, whether it is law or magic, what is emphasized is idealism.

And this thing called idealism does not follow any reality laws.

Just like Hawk's small universe power.

In the morning, Wanda did feel that Hawk's power would descend, and it would take at least a year.

As a result...

Hawk's thoughts were clear, one meridian was clear, and all meridians were clear, and the fire completely turned into a golden flame where everything is possible, instantly piercing through the barrier of this universe and descending.

"Not that fast."

Wanda looked at Jean, who was a bit stunned, and smiled slightly again: "Your father's power has just descended into this universe and hasn't manifested yet, so there should still be some time."

Jean heard Wanda's words, and her expression was a bit suspicious.

"Mom?"

"Hmm?"

"This time it won't take another year, right."

"Lo!"

Wanda looked at Jean, who had a suspicious expression, glanced past Jean's back, looked at Hawk, who was walking down the stairs in gray pajamas, and then said to Jean: "Your father is down, ask him yourself."

Jean turned her head to look.

Hawk, who was walking down the stairs, smiled: "Ask me what?"

Jean heard Hawk's voice and blinked: "Dad, hasn't your power descended? Why is your voice still a bit muffled."

Hawk walked over, took the lemonade and cold medicine handed over by Wanda, said thank you, and then after finishing the lemonade and cold medicine, he said to Jean: "Because I haven't accepted my power yet."

Jean was slightly stunned.

"Haven't accepted?"

"Yes."

"Why?"

"He who travels a hundred miles, half is ninety."

Hawk said with a smile: "Because I want to walk the path I came from again. It's now forty-two days away from the second time I walk the path I came from."

Jean heard this, blinked with a half-understanding look, then shook her head, came back to her senses, remembered the main business of coming back tonight, and then talked about the mutant peace bill hearing to be held in Washington early next month.

Hawk sat on a high stool on the side, listening carefully.

After Jean finished speaking, looking at Hawk, who was silent, she asked cautiously: "Dad, can I go to Washington with Professor X?"

Hawk didn't speak, just looked at Jean calmly.

"Do you want to go?"

"I want to go."

"Why."

"Because I can..."

"The truth."

"Alright."

Under Hawk's gaze, Jean opened her mouth and then said: "After all, I have lived here for more than ten years. Before leaving, I also really want to see the scene where the humans of this world can shake hands and make peace with mutants and live together in peace."

Hawk heard this and didn't speak.

Jean looked at Hawk full of expectation.

"Dad?"

"Speaking of which..."

Hawk spoke, but not to Jean, but to Wanda, who was untying her apron on the side, with a playful smile: "Look, your daughter's naivety follows you."

Me?

Naive?

Jean blinked.

Wanda was also slightly stunned when she heard Hawk's words, and then directly gave Hawk a roll of her eyes: "There is a saying in the East, called 'raising without teaching is the father's fault', so, you guess, whose problem this is."

Hawk raised his eyebrows, then laughed dumbly and shook his head.

"Alright, my fault."

Having said that.

Hawk then looked at his daughter Jean, who had a confused expression, and said with a laugh: "Fortunately, your growing up here is only temporary."

Jean came back to her senses, hearing the teasing in Hawk's words, and became a bit unhappy.

"Dad!"

"Honey, you don't really think a piece of waste paper can exchange for peace, do you."

"That's a bill, not waste paper."

Jean corrected: "And Dad, that's been through a Congressional hearing, it has legal effect, it must be followed."

Following his daughter Jean's explanation, the smile on Hawk's face bloomed visibly to the naked eye.

Even Wanda sat down on the high stool on the side at this moment, while dividing dinner for the three, while watching the father and daughter duo staging a debate with the eyes of someone watching a play.

But actually, there was nothing worth debating.

Daughter Jean is Hawk's cub after all.

Jean looked at Hawk, whose smile was becoming more and more brilliant and even a bit creepy as she spoke, thought of her old father's glorious battle record, was silent for a while, and then was full of confusion.

"Can the Peace Bill not bring peace?"

"Haha!"

"..."