Tycoon Actor C464

The production team had definitely started to feel the ripple effects of Aileen’s Reddit post. Online media outlets had already picked up on it, churning out articles filled with speculation about Marvel's mysterious new project.

Rumors spread like wildfire.

To make matters more complicated, a handful of curious onlookers and die-hard fans had begun lurking around the apartment complex, hoping to catch a glimpse of Lucas or any clue about the movie.

Fortunately, the production was prepared. The entire block had been surrounded with blue and green screens, not only for later CGI work, but also to keep out prying eyes. It was a shield—both cinematic and strategic.

The attention didn’t interrupt filming too much, but it did complicate logistics. Deliveries were delayed, crowd control became an issue, and worst of all—the secret was out. The world now knew that Lucas Knight was working on a Marvel film.

At Cypress Hills Cemetery, filming had paused for the afternoon. Crew members gathered under tents, trailers hummed quietly in the background, and the scent of coffee lingered in the air.

Stan Lee, dressed as a humble cemetery sweeper for his cameo, sat on a folding chair beside Lucas.

Lucas glanced over. “Oh, hey.” He offered a bottle of water. “Thirsty?”

Stan shook his head, his gaze fixed on the distance where security was gently turning away a group of eager fans pressing against the barriers.

He sighed and looked back at Lucas. “This isn’t my first time seeing people try to sneak onto a set…” He chuckled, then added, “But with you? It’s becoming a regular thing.”

Lucas exhaled. “Yeah… Sorry about that.”

Stan waved a hand. “No, no, no. You don’t need to apologize for being famous.” He grinned. “It’s not your fault the world’s obsessed with you.”

A small smile tugged at Lucas’s lips. “I guess you’re right.”

Stan chuckled again. “Come on, you’re a superstar. You don’t have to be humble every second of the day.” He leaned in slightly. “I’ve been watching you act, by the way. And I’ve decided—if you were a Marvel hero, your power would be… ‘acting.’”

Lucas laughed under his breath.
“Oh, so we’re talking powers now?”

“Yeah,” Stan grinned. “So tell me, what power would you want, if you could have any?”

Lucas paused, his expression turning thoughtful.

After a moment, he said, “Maybe… shapeshifting.”

Stan arched a brow. “Oh, like your wife’s character?”

Lucas smiled but shook his head. “Not exactly. Mine would be a little different.”

Stan leaned in, intrigued. “Different how?”

“Well…” Lucas looked ahead, thinking. “I’d want to not only take someone’s appearance—but also inherit their intelligence, their personality... maybe even their powers.”

Stan’s eyebrows lifted in amusement.
“Now that’s not just shapeshifting. That’s stealing someone’s entire soul.”

Lucas chuckled. “I’d like to think of it as... learning from them. Becoming them—just for a while.”

Stan smiled, eyes twinkling. “You know what? That’s a good one. Sounds like something I’d pitch myself back in the day.”

The two sat quietly for a moment, a rare pause amid the chaos of the set. A living legend and a modern icon, side by side.

And somewhere in the distance, the cameras were already being set up again—ready to roll.

Time flew by, and by nightfall, the cameras rolled on one of the film’s most pivotal scenes—Danny and Barbara stumbling upon a gang fight.

As planned, the shoot unfolded in a dimly lit alleyway that led into a half-finished warehouse—a structure that looked aged despite being recently built for the film. In the middle of the set stood a motorcycle, sleek and raw, custom-built with Honda’s sponsorship.

There, Lucas began performing Danny’s transformation into Ghost Rider—the moment where Danny, desperate and broken, discovers the bike and accidentally activates the Spirit of Vengeance.

With no CGI, no fire, and no post-production effects added, all eyes were on Lucas’s raw performance.

He dropped to the ground, body writhing, letting out a guttural, agonized scream. “AHH! Argh!”

Even without the visual effects, his voice alone carried the sound of real pain—not theatrical, not exaggerated—but horrifyingly human. His expression contorted, veins straining as if his very body were breaking apart.

It sent a chill through the room.

Stan Lee, sitting quietly in a folding chair beside the monitor, squinted beneath his sunglasses, arms crossed as he watched. Despite all his years in Hollywood, despite all the actors he’d seen, this made his spine stiffen.

‘This kid…’ he thought, adjusting his sunglasses. ‘He’s a damn monster when it comes to acting. Why am I only seeing this now? If I’d known earlier, he could’ve been Spider-Man.’

He remembered when Lucas passed on the offer years ago.

‘Still… I should’ve fought to recommend him again when they rebooted. What a waste.’

As the camera crew followed Lucas’s every movement, capturing the anguish in every frame, Stan adjusted his sunglasses again.

‘I can’t wait to see the final cut. With him in the role, this might actually surpass the Johnny Blaze version... hell, even Nicolas Cage can’t top that.’

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Time continued to fly. Days blurred into nights, and Lucas kept filming nonstop, growing deeper into the role.

By the second week of shooting, Marvel had no choice but to go public—confirming that Lucas Knight was indeed working with them. They didn’t say what film. No titles, no characters. Just acknowledgment.

With Disney’s obsession for secrecy, leaks were minimal. But Lucas… had other ideas.

After the Elvis leak, and now the viral Reddit post from a tenant, Lucas decided to have a little fun of his own.

Not with real leaks. With fake ones.

“Revenge,” he called it.

He pitched the idea to Disney: stage a misleading leak—one that would throw fans off completely. Different outfits, a different setting, just enough to ignite chaos.

Surprisingly, Disney approved.

And the production team, while skeptical, played along.

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At one of the closed stages, Scott scratched the back of his head, staring at Lucas and Saoirse Ronan, who were now dressed like Peter Parker and MJ.

“Alright,” Scott said flatly. “Act like you’re a couple. Give me Parker-MJ energy. I’m taking a picture.”

Despite the ridiculousness, he kept a professional tone—as if this wasn’t a PR prank at all.

Lucas and Saoirse exchanged a grin, then struck a pose. Saoirse leaned in with a coy smile while Lucas slouched slightly, hoodie pulled up, full Peter Parker mode.

Click. Click. Click.

The shutter snapped as Scott took several photos with the precision of a magazine shoot.

Standing off to the side, Rami Malek watched silently, arms crossed, eyebrows raised.

‘I never thought I’d see the day Marvel was staging fake leaks... just because an actor asked for it,’ he thought, eyes narrowing on Lucas with a mix of disbelief and reluctant amusement.

‘This guy... really is something else.’

Later that day, the team intentionally released several staged photos of Lucas and Saoirse online.

Within minutes of hitting the internet, the images went viral.

True to the plan, the Disney PR team quickly swooped in—deleting the photos, flagging them for removal, and issuing takedown notices across platforms. But by then, it was too late.

The so-called “leaks” had already been saved, shared, and screenshotted hundreds of thousands of times. And Disney?

They played the role of being caught off guard, feigning surprise and "damage control"—while secretly, they were laughing behind the scenes.

Why?

Because the internet had taken the bait.

The public was now convinced that Lucas Knight was starring in a Spider-Man reboot.

“OMG! The outfits! Lucas and Saoirse are totally Peter Parker and MJ! This is 100% a Spider-Man movie!!!”

“I’m curious to see a Spider-Man film with Lucas Knight, but… what happens to Tom Holland’s version? Is Disney just dumping him?”

“Ugh. I’m disappointed. I really liked Tom Holland’s Spidey. Why does Disney keep changing things every few years?”

The rumors spread like wildfire—news articles, YouTube breakdowns, even late-night shows started speculating.

But just a few days later, another 'leak' dropped.

This time, the photos were far more subtle—showing Lucas in partial prosthetic makeup, his face appearing burned and scarred, vaguely resembling Deadpool's disfigured appearance.

And the internet exploded again.

“Wait… is this Deadpool? Is Lucas the new Wade Wilson?”

“Okay now I’m confused… is this Spider-Man or a reboot of Deadpool?!”

“He’s not even wearing the Spider-Man suit in the first leak! And now this Deadpool-looking makeup… what is going on?!”

“Poor Ryan Reynolds. I liked his Deadpool. What is Disney doing?”

With each passing hour, speculation grew wilder. Fans couldn’t make sense of it anymore.

“I swear, this is not normal. There are way too many leaks. This doesn’t feel like Disney.”

“Are these ‘leaks’ even accidental? Or is Marvel messing with us on purpose?”

“My brain hurts. Can someone please just tell us: is Lucas going to be Spider-Man, Deadpool, or something else entirely?!”

And just as planned, no one had the right answer.

What made things even more chaotic was when Tom Holland, the current Spider-Man, appeared on The Tonight Show with Jimmy Fallon.

Jimmy leaned forward, smirking. “So, Tom… are you aware that you’re no longer Spider-Man?”

Tom paused, blinked, then stuttered out a response. “Uh… y-yeah. Yes. I was informed.” He nodded solemnly, then added with mock seriousness, “Apparently, I’m just not good at being Spider-Man anymore. So they replaced me with Lucas Knight.”

The audience laughed. Tom grinned, clearly playing along.

And he wasn’t the only one.

Ryan Reynolds, caught during a press junket, chimed in too. “Lucas Knight? Yeah, he’s a better actor than me. More handsome. Whiter teeth. A beautiful and famous fiancée. Honestly, he’s got everything I don’t.”

He smirked, then delivered the kicker: “In fact, Deadpool was originally offered to him. But he turned it down… just so a regular guy like me could have a shot.”

He gave the camera a dramatic look. “And now that I’ve had my fun, it’s only right to pass it back to its rightful owner.”

Both clips exploded across the internet, fueling the firestorm of speculation.

Now, fans weren’t just debating between Spider-Man or Deadpool—they were spiraling into conspiracy theories.

“Wait... is Lucas playing both Spider-Man and Deadpool?!”

“There’s no way. That’s insane. But... it’s Disney. Anything’s possible.”

“I’m so confused. Is this a joke? A crossover? A meta multiverse thing?”

Back at the production site, Lucas, the cast, and the crew were hysterical watching it all unfold.

Sitting around a laptop during a break, they scrolled through the chaos online. Everyone was laughing, some even wiping tears from their eyes.

Rami Malek, standing off to the side, pulled out his phone and began filming the moment.

He zoomed in on Lucas, who was doubled over in laughter. “Day twenty three on set,” Rami narrated sarcastically, “and Lucas has officially broken the internet... again.”

He panned the camera over to the crew, still cackling.

“Marvel may have kept the plot under wraps,” he added, “but they clearly forgot to account for this guy.”

Everyone burst into laughter again.

And somewhere online, the theories kept spinning.