Proposal

Ian looked toward the source of the voice and saw a beautiful woman behind the glass. He immediately felt that she looked familiar, but his mind and memories were still somewhat muddled, making it difficult for him to identify her.

If I remember correctly, she's Aisha, Kamala Khan's—Ms. Marvel's—great-grandmother. How did I get involved with her? Ian wondered.

"Who are you?" Ian asked as he slowly stood up. His body was fine apart from a slight headache.

"So, you speak English? And your accent is British," Aisha said.

"You still haven't answered my question."

"You can call me Alisha."

"You're lying."

"How do you know?"

"I just do."

"So, you have the ability to see through lies? Can you read my heartbeat, or do you have some other ability?" Aisha asked.

"You're a strange person. You clearly know that I'm dangerous, and that any attempt to restrain or deal with me would be futile, yet you still can't suppress your curiosity. Why is that?" Ian asked.

Aisha was silent for several minutes. "My name is Aisha."

"That's more like it," Ian said with a smile. He walked out of the room and came to the glass door of the laboratory—or abandoned warehouse—where Aisha was standing. "What year is it? 2024?"

"No. It's 2002."

Hearing this, Ian frowned. "Then how did we meet?"

Aisha hesitated briefly before telling him the truth. "It was in 1947, during the Partition of India. I was stabbed and collapsed on the ground, barely clinging to life. Your body suddenly fell not far from me. The strange thing was that no one except me could see you."

Ian listened cautiously.

"Your body released an energy that healed me. I've been taking care of your body ever since."

"Just taking care of it?"

"All right, I admit