[New York Sanctum]
[Rohan pov]
It was late at night but the Sanctum was not closed infact, there were people walking about like normal.
Actually none of the Sanctums ever really closed.like. ever. This is possible because there are three Sanctums across the world and all of them were connected through Gates in Kamar Taj. So there were always sorcerers going about in every Sanctum.
Not that any of this concerned me, I was living in the New York Sanctum as a guest so i should have been sleeping yet i was wide awake. I just had a lot to do.
There was only about a week left before I went back yet there was still a lot to be done. The main reason was that i was still looking for Steve Roger's Blood.
It was unfortunate that I lost it even though it was right in my hands but all I could do was move on.
Not all was lost though, I still had the research data as well as Isaiah Bradly's blood. But I was not satisfied with it. I wanted Steve Rogers Blood and there was a valid reason for it.
Based on the extensive research i did which was watching MCU movies back to back, I noticed that Steve Roger's strength actually increased as he aged throughout the movies. This can be seen in how he could barely bend a metal pipe in his first movie. To him having a hard time fighting Loki in the first Avengers movie Then him actually being able to hold Thanos hand back who was someone strong enough to take down Hulk with no effort.
Now, as I compared this to the research data from the lab, I noticed that Bradly did get a power boost after taking the serum but his physical powers more or less remained the same.
This can be confirmed in the Falcon series as the serum in it was based on Bradly's blood. As soon as Walker took the serum, he was able to fight against those who took the serum much earlier than him.
This Shows that if i use Bradly's blood to make the serum, i may get strong but i may not get strong over time. This would mean my growth will be stuck. That is why I wanted Steve Rogers blood as i only had one try.
My first and only choice was ofcourse SHIELD, they should have some blood but between secret keeping and Hydra, it was very unlikely I could find it, at most it would take a few months, all i had was a week, even with Wong's help, it was almost impossible.
Going after the CIA was also useless as they had what the Army had.
So now, as things stood, I could either waste my time on something optional or focus on the important matters. Just thinking about it was giving me a headache.
Just then I heard a knock on the door. I knew right away that it was something important as it was very late.
I quickly opened the door and saw it was Mordo of all people. "Oh hey Karl" I greeted, Ofcourse i called him Karl as this annoys him for some reason.
Mordo let out a short "Hmm," clearly annoyed and walked in and started looking around.
The room was a mess, there were boxes stacked to the ceiling, files and paper scattered all over the floor, and even the bed was full of boxes He quickly glanced at all of it and said disinterestedly "What have you done to the place? "
"No need to worry, rest assured, this place will be spotless before i leave"
Mordo turned and looked at me "You don't look good either" he said looking at my messy hair and baggy eyes.
He was right, i was probably stuck in this room for days now . "Well, i have been very busy lately" I muttered
"hmm…If you say so" Mordo said disintrestly
"So, what brings you here so late ?"
"The ancient one wishes to see you. Its urgent"
"Wait, you mean right now"
"Yes"
"Why? Did something happen?"
"That is something only she can tell"
"Alright then, give me a minute,let me freshen up first"
" I wonn't be able to go with you. You will have to go on your own. I have some business to attend to"
"Is that so ?" I said
"No need to worry, master has already prepared for such an event. You must be familiar with The Rotunda of Gateways."
"The Rotunda of Gateways? the 3 portal doors on the first floor?"
"Yes, the third door has the coordinates saved, all you have to do is set these ruin symbols." He handed me a paper with a few ruin symbols on it.
After that, he didn't say anything more, he told his goodbye and left.
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After Mordo left, I wasted no time. I got dressed, grabbed the paper with the rune symbols, and made my way down to the first floor.
The Rotunda of Gateways stood silent as no one was using it, its three tall glass doors showed the last places they were used to. I approached the control knobs beside them, comparing each set of symbols to the ones written on my paper.
From what I remembered in the films, you turned the knob to select a location—the door then opened a portal to wherever it was set.
I scanned each set of runes until I spotted the matching ones on the third door from the right. Carefully, I turned the knob, aligning each rune with the ones on the paper.
The portal flickered. The door shimmered and began rapidly switching scenes: a lush rainforest, a scorching desert, a bustling city street… and then, finally, it settled on a snowy mountain. One I recognised straight away.
It was the same mountain where the Ancient One had set up the cabin. The same one where she'd been keeping and studying everything I'd brought her.
Without hesitation, I stepped through the door.
My boots landed on soft snow. Thankfully the cold was bareable as it was noon here, the sky above was clear and blue, and the sunlight bounced off the white slopes in a blinding glow. Thankfully, the snow wasn't too deep, so I trudged towards the cabin with ease.
The wooden door creaked slightly as I pushed it open. Warm air enveloped me immediately, thick with the scent of fresh herbs and something faintly floral.
The place was noticeably more organised than before. Shelves were packed tightly with labelled jars, each filled with plants, powders, or glowing liquids. Tables were lined with glassware—some still bubbling—and enchanted items were carefully arranged behind protective Eldritch barriers.
"Hello?" I called out, stepping further in. No answer.
I made my way to the greenhouse. From outside, I could already tell it had changed—the greenery was thicker, more vibrant. Most of the seedlings I'd brought had clearly flourished.
Just as I reached for the handle, a faint woosh sounded behind me. The unmistakable sound of a portal opening.
I turned.
Two figures stepped out. Both wore hoods, faces hidden. The other side of the portal looked like a narrow alleyway, crowded and noisy. Voices in strange languages spilled through—market chatter, perhaps—but before I could make sense of it, the portal disappered.
The figures approached, lowering their hoods.
It was the Ancient One and Master Hamir.
The Ancient One raised her brows, feigning surprise. "Ah, Rohan—you're here already!"
I gave a small bow. "Yes, I came straight away. Mordo said it was urgent."
"Apologies for the late hour. But we're short on time."
"No need to apologise, Master. I'm a night owl anyway."
My eyes shifted to Master Hamir. I recognised him, of course—he'd shown up briefly in the Doctor Strange films. What I knew about him was limited: he was one of the few Masters of Mystic Arts in Kamar-Taj ... and had a missing hand.
Except right now, he still had the hand, it was holding something—a small wooden chest.
The Ancient One turned slightly toward me. "Rohan, this is Master Hamir. He's one of our most experienced sorcerers. He's come to assist today."
We exchanged respectful nods. It didn't matter if she brought anyone here. The only ones who knew my real secret were Mordo and the Ancient One, the rest knew that I was stuck in some sort of dimension and that the Ancient One was helping me.
Then she said quietly, "Master Hamir, if you would?"
Hamir stepped forward, gently placing the chest on the floor. He then took a step back.
I frowned, staring at it. Something about the chest tugged at the back of my mind. Then it hit me.
"Wait... is it—?" My voice caught, and my eyes widened. The fatigue I'd been dragging around vanished in an instant. "Is this what I think it is?"
The Ancient One gave me a knowing look but didn't speak.
Master Hamir stretched out both arms — A glowing Eldritch wheel spun in the air above his palms. Another shimmered above the chest. Then—crack!—both wheels shattered like glass. The chest rattled, then jerked violently.
A second later, it burst open.
Something leapt out—fast. A blur of colour and shape. When it landed, I saw it properly: a mannequin, perfectly upright, wearing the newly repaired Wasp suit.
I stepped forward slowly, my eyes glued to it. The Ancient One and Master Hamir watched in silence.
The suit was entirely redesigned. Sleek, red and blue, with brass lineings running across its suit. No visible tubes, unlike the Ant-Man version. It looked more like armour than a suit.
All I could do was stare.
"It's... incredible," I breathed.
The Ancient One walked forward, her tone amused. "Isn't it a bit early to say that? You haven't even tested it yet."
"I know," I said, smiling. "But when you said it would be repaired, I thought it'd just be patched up—barely functional, just enough to last this trip. I didn't expect a whole new suit."
"Well," she replied, with that familiar sparkle in her eye, "they do consider themselves perfectionists."
"They?" I raised an eyebrow. "Who are we talking about?"
She smiled again, the same way she always did when she knew something I wasn't supposed to. "Ah... that's for another time. Perhaps one day, you'll meet them."
'Typical,' I thought. 'She knows I've got knowledge from the films and comics—probably doesn't want me guessing too much.'
Before I could press further, she added, "No need to worry. Master Hamir worked alongside them on the suit. He knows every part of it."
She turned to Hamir. "Please, Master Hamir—explain the details."
The old sorcerer beamed forward and fixed his glasses "The original design was made for a woman," he began, gesturing to the mannequin. "So, we had to cut and expand the suit."
He circled it with a hint of pride. "The fit is looser now, more flexible. Made primarily from leather of Scalebane Wyrdsnakes, layered with these—" he tapped the surface gently "—scaled plates from The Carapace of Mor-Grynn. They're joined with thick blue fabric and reinforced with wiring to keep it all toghther."
"These tubes run all around the suit," Master Hamir said as he opened the front flap. Thin, almost invisible lines snaked through the inside. "They carry the particles throughout the suit, which is triggered using these buttons." He pointed to the gloves. "Red shrinks," he said, tapping the red button with his thumb. "Blue grows," he added, pressing the other with a deliberate pause.
I nodded, already feeling the nerves beginning to build. He moved on, tapping the helmet.
"The helmet was extended to fit better, but the nozzles were easy to preserve." Brass like plating ran down the sides like newly forged armour. "Faceplate's intact—visor, nozzles, switch, and except the mind-link for the wings. They were replaced with something better."
i wanted to ask about the mind-link things, but he moved one
He turned the mannequin and pointed to a small protrusion on the back. "There are 4 wings that come out from here and they only activate when you're small. They are controlled through the mind, but…" he tilted his head, smirked, continuing, "the learning curve is ... steep."
I followed his hand as he reached down and gestured toward the belt. It looked rugged—dark leather, detailed with metallic loops and stitched compartments. In the centre sat the regulator, unmistakable from the films.
"There wasn't a belt before," Hamir said, "but we added one to hold this." His voice dropped, his gaze fixed on mine. "This controls the particles themselves. Be careful with it."
"Yes, i have heard," I said, trying to match the weight of his tone.
"Then you should never forget it." He gave a slow exhale and glanced at the Ancient One. "Electronics aren't exactly our forte. This part was… challenging."
The Ancient One folded her arms, watching silently. When she spoke, her voice was patient but firm. "Master Hamir, go on."
"Certainly, Master," he said, then turned back to me. "This regulator is a near replica of the original, but it hasn't gone through full testing as we didnt have much time."
"Will that be a problem?."
He gave a short laugh. "No not at all. But I didn't come unprepared." He opened one of the belt pouches and pulled out two identical regulators, holding them up like precious stones. "Spare units. In case the main one breaks. And if it does—" His voice hardened. "Throw it. As far as you can. Understand?"
I swallowed. "Yeah. I do." Images of what happened to Yellowjacket flashed through my mind. Not a fate I wanted to share.
The Ancient One's voice drifted over from the side, dry but amused. "Master Hamir, if you're done scaring him, shall we proceed?"
Hamir chuckled. "Yes, Master. Now, Rohan, you need to put it on."
"Put it on? You mean right now?"
"How else will we test it?"
Reluctantly, I nodded. It felt heavier than I'd expected as I lifted the suit off the mannequin. Master Hamir helped guide it over my clothes—the material was thick but flexible, more like reinforced armour than sleek spandex. The zipper closed cleanly at the front. That's what I liked about this world. They use the best thing possible modern or not
The helmet snapped into place with a satisfying click. It was detachable, with a retractable faceplate just like Scott Lang's. Altogether, it took about ten minutes to get fully suited.
Master Hamir motioned for me to stretch. I rolled my shoulders, touched my toes, and twisted left and right. Everything fit surprisingly well.
"Now for the particles," the Ancient One said.
She opened a small wooden case. Inside, dozens of glowing vials shimmered in rows. "These are what we have left—thirty-six originally, minus four for testing. So, thirty-two."
She handed a vial to Hamir, who loaded it into a small port near my hip with practised ease. As he worked, I asked, "We can make more… right?"
The Ancient One's face shifted—just a flicker of hesitation. "Not exactly. Pym Particles are dimensional energy, collected by Dr. Pym himself. We can study the dimension, maybe even extract from it—but this form, this stability… only he knows how."
"So basically… unless I figure it out or find Dr. Pym, I've got thirty-two shots for now. Good to know."
I took a deep breath as the final connection clicked. The helmet's faceplate closed with a gentle whirr, sealing me in. My heartbeat echoed in my ears. The Ancient One's muffled voice came through the comms:"Rohan, press the red button when you're ready."
I looked at my gloved hands—red on the left, blue on the right. The buttons waited.
Breathe.
I closed my eyes. In my mind, I remembered Scott Lang's first time—chaotic, terrifying, exhilarating.
I let out a shaky breath and opened my eyes, a grin tugging at my lips.
"I should say something cool before i do this…" I whispered to myself. I wanted to say something cool, as this was the first time I was using superpowers. not potions or other Hacks but actual Super Power from a movie. "Let's see…One small step for man… one tiny step for me."
Then I pressed the red button.
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