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🕑 Added 2025-04-27 05:07:45 +0000 UTCNoticing Lucas’s gaze, Stan Lee gave him a knowing wink and a warm smile.
Lucas returned it with a nod, stepping closer. “I didn’t expect to meet a legend today.” He offered his hand. “Lucas Knight. It’s an honor, Mr. Stan Lee.”
Stan raised his brows, amused. “Well, well, I know who you are. I’ve seen some of your work—the golden boy of this generation, huh?” He shook Lucas’s hand firmly, then added with a playful smirk, “And lucky enough to be with the ever-beautiful Mystique herself.”
Soft laughter rippled through the room.
Lucas chuckled. “Your memory’s as sharp as ever, Mr. Lee. I wouldn’t expect anything less from the father of superheroes.”
Stan gave Lucas’s hand an extra squeeze, grinning.
“Careful, kid—praise me too much and people might think I’m playing Ghost Rider.”
The room erupted in laughter. Lucas smiled and took a seat, resting his forearms on the table. The mood shifted as the conversation turned serious.
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Stan leaned in slightly, his voice thoughtful.
“So, I hear you want to take this script in a new direction?”
Lucas nodded. “Yes. I think it’s time we moved beyond Johnny Blaze. Danny Ketch deserves his moment—and his story’s rich, darker, and still untouched in film.”
One of the writers spoke up. “Danny Ketch... he’s got layers. A darker origin, more inner conflict. I’m not against it.”
Others murmured in agreement.
Scott Derrickson leaned back, arms crossed.
“Yeah, thematically, Danny’s closer to the kind of darkness you see in DC. And it’s no secret Lucas has a knack for that, playing Arthur in Joker 2016. That film was heavy—raw. But it worked. A billion dollars in the box office doesn’t lie.”
Stan nodded thoughtfully. “That film left an impression on me.”
Lucas glanced at him, surprised. “You watched Joker, Mr. Lee?”
Stan smiled. “Of course. I couldn’t miss the hype—even if it was DC.” He tapped the table lightly. “There was something in it… the way it showed villains facing more challenges than heroes. It was human. It inspired me.”
Lucas felt a rush of pride. As one of the minds behind Joker, hearing that from Stan was something else.
Stan pointed at him, still smiling. “And I’ll admit, I didn’t expect a young guy like you to have helped write that film. Guess you’ve got a real knack for the dark stuff.”
Lucas smiled to himself.
In his previous life, Stan Lee had passed away in 2018, never having the chance to see Joker 2019. But here, in this world, Lucas’s influence had shifted things—Joker released early, in 2016, and Stan got to witness it firsthand.
He glanced at the man before him.
This Stan looked healthier, more vibrant than he remembered. His eyes sparkled with energy, his posture strong. Lucas couldn’t help but wonder—
‘Is it just the shift in timelines? Or is something fundamentally different in this world?’
His thoughts circled back to the present.
Why was Stan Lee here, sitting among writers?
Lucas tilted his head. “Just curious… is Mr. Stan Lee joining us in the writing room?”
The others in the room exchanged knowing smiles. Stan just sat back, grinning.
Scott answered for him.
“Actually, no. He’s just here to watch us mess things up,” he joked. “And of course, he’s lined up for his cameo in Ghost Rider. You know how he is.”
Stan chuckled. “Scott’s right. I’m too old for all-nighters at the keyboard. I’m just here to keep an eye on things, give a suggestion or two when you kids start going off the rails.” He added warmly, “But I’ve got a good feeling about this one. Let’s hope it lives up.”
A wave of warmth settled in Lucas’s chest.
‘He really cares. He looks at Marvel like it’s his child… making sure we don’t let it down.’
Lucas nodded, voice steady. “Don’t worry, Mr. Stan Lee. I’ll give this everything I’ve got.”
Stan smiled.
“Then I’m relieved.” He leaned in slightly, his tone lighter. “And please—just call me Stanley. No need to be so formal.”
He winked. “I’m just an old man. No need to be scared of me.”
Lucas grinned. “I’m not so sure about that. If I let my guard down, I’m pretty sure Spider-Man, Iron Man, and Thor would come after me for being disrespectful. I better play it safe.”
Laughter filled the room. Even Stan leaned back, chuckling heartily.
The atmosphere shifted, easy and familiar. Despite just meeting them, Lucas felt at home, as if he’d known them for years.
They dove into the script, ideas flowing freely. Lucas wasn’t just an outsider anymore—he was part of the team.
---
The next few days were spent deep in scriptwriting and idea exchanges in the writers’ room. Stanley chimed in occasionally with suggestions—always thoughtful, but never imposing. The room thrived on collaboration, and soon enough, they had a solid draft for the film’s opening. At the same time, casting for "Ghost Rider" kicked into full gear.
With Lucas officially signed, Disney approached several top actors. Rami Malek was offered the role of Blackout, and Saoirse Ronan was considered for Danny’s sister, Barbara. Both were intrigued by the prospect of joining the MCU, but neither jumped in immediately.
Marvel films were massive, no doubt, but also came with creative constraints—especially under Disney. Many actors remained cautious, preferring to see the bigger picture first.
But then they heard the game-changer—Lucas Knight was set to play the lead.
That shifted everything.
Especially for Rami.
He sat in his study, the opening draft spread out before him, flipping through the pages with focused intensity. His eyes narrowed as he read, his fingers tapping softly against the paper.
“Just the opening,” he muttered, “and it’s already this dark… tragic…”
He leaned back, deep in thought.
“I wasn’t sure about another Ghost Rider movie… but this feels different.”
Only weeks ago, he’d wrapped up filming Bohemian Rhapsody, fully immersed in Freddie Mercury’s world. Now, standing at a crossroads, he wasn’t sure he wanted to jump into another project so soon—especially one under Disney’s tight control.
And yet…
“Working with Lucas… that’s tempting.”
He looked down at the script again, the words pulling him in.
Across town, other actors approached by Disney were weighing their options. Some hesitated, but others accepted without a second thought—believing this was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.
After all, with Lucas Knight leading a Marvel film, the stakes—and the potential—had never been higher.
---
Meanwhile, as Lucas threw himself back into work, the special Modern Family episode featuring Dylan had just aired on TV. Fans watching it live experienced a mix of emotions.
Longtime viewers were caught off guard by the episode’s tone. It took a darker, more solemn turn, a stark contrast to the usual light-hearted humor of the series.
Some were ready to criticize it for straying from the show’s usual vibe—but instead, it offered them a new perspective on the characters and the story. The episode felt beautiful, especially with Dylan’s heartbreaking performance of a deeply emotional, painful song.
For Lucas’s fans—and those who loved Dylan—it didn’t matter that the episode broke from tradition. What mattered was that Lucas Knight, as Dylan, finally returned to the screen, and in such a powerful, unexpected way.
The song itself lingered in their minds, cutting deep each time they replayed it.
Within hours, the episode was trending across social media. Clips of Lucas as Dylan singing "Hurt" quickly racked up hundreds of thousands of views.
On Vine, short clips of Dylan and Haley reuniting filled fan pages. The tender moment brought joy to many, while the haunting rendition of “Hurt” drew even more attention.
Warner Records capitalized on the moment, releasing the audio version of the song on their official YouTube channel. The music video—simply a compilation of Dylan’s performance from the episode—featured a sharper mix, with enhanced instrumentals.
The new arrangement elevated the song, and unexpectedly, it struck a chord with listeners battling addiction. Many related to the lyrics, feeling as if the song spoke directly to them.
Two days after the episode aired, the discussions hadn’t died down. Memes, heartfelt posts, and fan comments flooded the internet.
“I’m a former addict, and it felt like this song was written just for me. It gives me chills every time I hear it.”
“Lucas casually dropping another masterpiece on a sitcom episode. Classic Lucas.”
Elsewhere, the creators of Modern Family appeared on The Tonight Show with Jimmy Fallon. The episode aired that evening, focusing on the show’s journey and the surprising impact of the Dylan special.
It was during the interview that Steven and Christopher revealed a behind-the-scenes detail—Lucas had written the song himself, both lyrics and composition, in just a few days.
The audience was stunned. The hosts laughed in disbelief.
Steven leaned in, grinning. “That’s just Lucas. He walks in, writes something brilliant, and leaves us all wondering how he did it.”
Christopher nodded. “He didn’t even plan it. It just… happened.”
The spotlight once again turned to Lucas, though he was nowhere near the public eye. He was busy.
Within another week, the Ghost Rider script reached a complete draft. While some elements might still change, it was solid enough for Lucas to begin his process. He didn’t wait.
Already, he had started immersing himself into the role, activating the Mind Workshop to simulate the opening sequence.
He entered the world of Danny Ketch.
---
The simulation played out vividly—Halloween night, the air crisp, and Danny Ketch walking side by side with his sister Barbara, their path cutting through the quiet stillness of Cypress Hills Cemetery.
They were laughing, teasing each other about childish fears, when sudden gunfire erupted nearby.
Shouts rang out.
A gang war, unfolding right in front of them.
Danny froze. Barbara didn’t.
She grabbed his arm. “Danny—run!”
But it was too late.
One of the gangsters turned.
“Hey! Who the hell—?”
A shot cracked.
Barbara gasped, stumbling. Blood bloomed across her side.
“Barbara!” Danny caught her as she collapsed, panic seizing him.
“No—stay with me! Please—stay with me!”
He looked around wildly, dragging her out of the open. Bullets flew, but he didn’t stop, forcing his legs to move, half-carrying her into the shadows of an old junkyard.
His breaths were ragged, heart pounding in terror. Barbara was slipping, her breaths shallow, face pale.
That’s when he saw it.
A motorcycle, old, but intact, propped up beneath a broken light. It gleamed faintly, and on its gas cap, a strange sigil pulsed.
‘If I can get her to a hospital… maybe this bike still works.’
Desperate, Danny shifted Barbara gently, stumbling toward the motorcycle. His hands shook as he grabbed the handlebars.
“Hold on, Barbara, just—just a little longer…”
He reached for the gas cap to check it—his fingers brushing against the sigil.
A drop of Barbara’s blood slid from his hand, landing on the glowing mark.
The world ignited.
Flames exploded around him. His body arched, seized by blinding pain.
“What the hell—?!”
His muscles convulsed, bones snapping, flesh tearing. His scream never made it past his throat, swallowed by the roar of fire and the unbearable heat.
Comments
Tyler Karp
Thank you for the chapter
InkyFox
I agree although I really want Lucas to somehow obtain penance stare and use on Vince and his wife for all the shit they have done on Lucas
Gamer Dya
Is just in his mind workshop that happen and not in real life, please don’t make it happen in real life your story is great and that can damage the story but like always good chapter
