Chapter 442: The Young One

Chapter 442: The Young One

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With Dormammu defeated and Peter's army of time clones disappearing into the ether, Peter stood alone in the Dark Dimension. He took a deep breath and focused his will, undoing the Red Hulk transformation that had granted him such immense power. As his form returned to its normal size, he stared down at the weakened cosmic being before him.

Dormammu's voice was ragged, a mixture of irritation and begrudging respect lacing his words. "You've won... Leave this dimension and be done with it."

Peter's lips curled into a half-smile as he turned to leave, but then he paused, a sly glint in his eyes. With a deliberate turn, he walked back to Dormammu and raised his foot, gently placing it on the entity's neck. Dormammu's breath hitched, and his eyes widened with a mixture of confusion and alarm.

"You know, Dormammu, I've been thinking," Peter said casually, increasing the pressure on Dormammu's neck just enough to make it uncomfortable. "You've been causing a lot of trouble for Earth lately. But now that you're in a bit of a bind, I figure it's time to make some reparations."

Dormammu's voice was strained as he spoke through gritted teeth. "...What more could you possibly want from me?"

Peter's smile widened. "Simple. I want you to make a vow, Dormammu. A vow that you will unconditionally follow three requests from me in the future. No questions, no loopholes. You'll do as I say."

Dormammu let out a harsh, humorless laugh. "You think I would bow to your demands, insect?"

Peter's eyes narrowed, and his foot pressed a little harder on Dormammu's neck. "You see, you're in a precarious situation. You're lucky you're not dead or enslaved right now. But you will do as I say, or I can make your existence a whole lot worse. And if I try hard enough, you might even die..."

Dormammu's defiance wavered, replaced by a glint of fear. "You wouldn't dare..."

Killing Dormammu is something that Peter would be very hesitant to do. Not because he doesn't like killing, or that he thinks that Dormammu doesn't deserve death. No, he definitely deserves it. The reason is quite simple really. Whoever would replace Dormammu upon his death could end up being a far bigger threat.

'I'd rather keep the enemies I know around, than deal with a mysterious one...' Peter thought.

As for enslavement, Peter thought about it, but at the end of the day, he would have to look after Dormammu, which would just be another responsibility. And he already had enough in his plate as it is. Though the option is still open...

'If he somehow causes trouble again in the future, then I'll have to use one of my requests to enslave or limit him further, and keep him on a shelter leash...' Peter thought.

With a determined exhale, Peter pulled a lever, and the tank's contents spilled into the coffin with the Ancient One. He watched as the black, viscous liquid surrounded her form, hoping against hope that the elixir would work its magic and restore her to perfect health, as it should.

Knowing that the procedure would take time, Peter settled against the wall, his back resting against the cool surface. He sat in silence, the minutes ticking away as he waited with bated breath. His mind raced with thoughts of all he had done, the battles he had fought, and the choices that had brought him to this point.

Hours passed, the darkness of the basement giving way to the soft light of the approaching sunrise. Peter's eyes remained fixed on the metal coffin, his gaze unwavering as he waited for any sign of change.

And then, in a moment that felt like an eternity, the lid of the coffin swung open. Peter's heart leapt in his chest, hope surging through him as he watched a figure sit up with a gasp. The black, tar-like substance covered her body, making it difficult to discern her appearance, but the Ancient One was alive.

"Teacher?" Peter called out softly, his voice a mixture of relief and anticipation.

The Ancient One's gasping breaths slowly steadied, and she raised a trembling hand to wipe away the black substance from her face. As the material fell away, her features became more visible. While her hair was still no where to be found, and her eyes held an age-like wisdom to them, her skin held a vitality that hadn't been there before. She looked to be in her mid-twenties, which is even better than before.

The Ancient One's voice trembled as she spoke, her tone filled with disbelief. "Peter...?"

Peter couldn't help but smile, his heart lightening at the sight of his teacher's survival. "I'm here..." He said as he walked over and conjured a towel for her. "I brought you back, just like I promised. How does it feel to be young again?"

Tears welled in the Ancient One's eyes as she looked down at herself, her voice choking in emotion. "I feel... amazing."

Peter nodded. "Yeah, that's probably the Captain America blood. Not only are you young again, but your body should be in superhuman condition."

As he spoke, a golden energy surrounded the Ancient One's hand as she made a tight fist. "My Chi has increased by a large margin as well..."

Peter nodded once again. "That's the dragon bone dust. It holds some left over dragon Chi."

"I feel like I could go for a few rounds with the Hulk..." She said, a fighting spirit erupting from her body.

Peter placed a hand on her shoulder, calming her in an instant. "Now, that's the power high. It'll go away soon. Just try to relax and get used to your new body."

As the sun's rays filtered into the basement, casting a warm glow on the scene before them, Peter and the Ancient One sat together in the quiet moments of dawn. The weight of their shared experiences, the battles they had fought, and the bond they had forged together settled around them.

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