Wind Blows

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Ivan cradled his son, soothing him until he settled. As he gazed at his peacefully sleeping child, Ivan struggled to articulate his emotions.

Becoming a father felt inexplicable. He seemed unprepared mentally and lacked experience in caring for children. A sudden urge struck Ivan to return his son to the cultivation tank.

Then it dawned on him that his estranged father was still on the island. Why not let him watch his grandson? With idle time on his hands, Ivan could find something for his father to do.

Exiting the laboratory, Ivan headed straight to Shaw's residence. Upon entering, he discovered unexpected guests – Wolverine and another fourth-level mutant, a gifted doctor. Intriguingly, the trio indulged in different drinks: Shaw with high-grade red wine, Wolverine with brandy, and the Doctor with Maotai.

The assortment of drinks mirrored their distinct personalities and life experiences. Shaw, accustomed to a position of power and wealth over countless years, savored expensive red wine. In contrast, Wolverine, a seasoned warrior, cared more about strength than the cost of his brandy.

All the island's Wines were courtesy of Kerry, ensuring only the finest reached Shaw. The genius doctor, the island's highest-level mutant with non-combative healing abilities, was proficient in ancient Chinese medicine techniques. Having been killed and resurrected using the cradle of rebirth on Skull Island, she chose Maotai as a nod to her Chinese heritage.

Surprisingly, the three engaged in lively conversation when Ivan joined them. It struck him as unexpected given their diverse backgrounds – Shaw's controversial past, Wolverine's warrior ethos, and the genius doctor's reclusive nature. Yet, they found common ground in their differences, sharing laughter and camaraderie.

Ivan regained his composure, realizing that the three individuals, despite their vastly different experiences and personalities, shared a commonality – they were all ancient beings.

Though appearing youthful on the surface, Shaw, Wolverine, and the Doctor were remarkably old. Shaw, sustained by energy absorption, lost track of his true age. Wolverine, thanks to his abnormal resilience, neared the century mark, and even the genius doctor, while not as aged, had lived for nearly 60 years.

The sudden entrance of Ivan drew the attention of the trio. Shaw, seeing him cradling a baby, assumed it was a mutant resurrected from the cradle and wore a displeased expression.

"Is this a newborn who experienced death? Unacceptable. What are the parents doing? Even if the child's abilities are challenging, they shouldn't resort to killing him."

Realizing the misunderstanding, Ivan awkwardly coughed before clarifying, "This is my child."

Shaw nearly jumped up, exclaiming, "You're... what! Your child, your son? My grandson? Are you joking?"

Affirming solemnly, Ivan stated, "Yes, my biological son, your grandson."

The atmosphere turned peculiar as the trio stared wide-eyed at Ivan and the baby. They struggled to process the revelation.

Feeling uneasy, Ivan guessed their thoughts. Without a wife, having a child was a blush-inducing matter for him.

Wolverine, being more adaptable, broke the silence, asking, "You're the father. Who is the mother?"

This question forced Ivan to reveal the child's origin and the details of his past with Black Widow. Shaw displeased, felt a hint of disdain toward Ivan. Given his strength, acquiring Black Widow could have been achieved effortlessly. Shaw viewed her as just a woman to be kept as a companion, and there were many solutions to such situations.

Confirming the child as his grandson, Shaw's face softened. He carefully took the baby from Ivan, cradling him as if holding a precious treasure.

Jealousy flickered within Ivan. His childhood lacked much attention. Shaw had always been busy, and Ivan seldom saw him. His mother had died, and the caretakers were mostly nannies and Kerry, who handled Ivan's daily life.

While Ivan acknowledged the difficulties Shaw faced as a father, a pang of jealousy lingered. Shaw's newfound attention to his grandson stirred envy.

"Dad, you're showing favoritism. I don't recall you being this nice to me."

"You can't blame me. I had responsibilities and a hectic schedule back then. Now, with fewer tasks on the island, having my grandson with me is rare. I'll spend time with him. Understand the loneliness of us old folks. Don't think we're all the same."

Ivan considered reaching out to take the child but hesitated, fearing he might harm the baby with his rough hands.

"Alright then! I've been busy lately, so I'll entrust the child to you. Arrange for a few nannies to help. I'll bring someone over soon – Tina. She loves children, and I believe she'll genuinely care for them."

"Tina? What makes her special? Why choose her? Is she trustworthy? If she has any ill intentions, it could be troublesome."

"I have another reason for choosing Tina. With the child lacking a mother, it's a gap. Tina might fill some of those gaps."

"As for trust, no need to worry. This is my son. Can I not worry? Tina won't pose any problems."

Ivan exuded confidence; however, their agreement came with a contract. Tina's soul was under complete control, eliminating any chance of rebellion. The contract granted Ivan the power to suppress any undesirable thoughts in Tina's mind, allowing him to take over her body and control her actions.

"Rest assured. By the way, does the child have a name?"

"Kyle Shaw. What do you think of this name?"

"Kyle? Not bad at all. Little Kyle, it is." Shaw gently shook the child with a joyful expression.

As Ivan cared for the child on Skull Island, the appearance of the Devil's Cabin sent shockwaves worldwide. The mysterious space doors, connected to an enigmatic realm, offered direct trades with the devil for extraordinary items, capturing the attention of nations and powerful entities.

S.H.I.E.L.D., or the Homeland Strategic Defense Attack and Logistics Support Agency, mobilized after negotiations between Agent Carter and Howard Stark. Hydra, connected to S.H.I.E.L.D., also got wind of the situation, even waking some agents to participate.

In the Himalayas, a bald woman sensed the Devil's Cabin and attempted psychic communication, but the Earth-bound Cabin thwarted her attempt. Acknowledging the Earth's recognition, the Supreme Mage left a message expressing goodwill.

Dumbledore, the headmaster of Hogwarts, felt a sense of sadness amid the wizarding world's turmoil. The appearance of the Devil's Cabin added uncertainty to an already troubled time.

In a dark underground space, the Dark Lord's expression shifted as he pondered the news in his hands. A military base received orders to mobilize troops, preparing for action.

The Brotherhood of Mutants and major consortium forces joined the gathering at the Devil's Cabin's space door. Countless factions converged, heightening the tension in the atmosphere.