"Chirp-chirp... chirp-chirp..."
The little white mouse stood upright on the table, tiny eyes sparkling as it looked curiously at Rory.
As Rory pulled out a syringe with a needle, the mouse actually gave a very human-like expression of fear.
The corners of Rory's mouth lifted slightly. "Aren't you an interesting little thing."
When the needle approached, the mouse raised its soft pink paws and pushed it away, letting out two sharp squeaks.
That level of responsive behavior—clearly showing intention—could only come from a creature with higher intelligence. And ordinary mice certainly didn't qualify.
Now thoroughly intrigued, Rory held the needle aloft and asked, "You don't want the shot?"
"Chirp-chirp."
The mouse turned counterclockwise in a full circle.
"You can understand me?"
"Chirp-chirp."
Another counterclockwise spin.
Rory put the needle down and leaned forward on both hands, gazing at the mouse resting atop the specimen tray.
"Are you hungry?"
"Do you know what a circle is?"
"Do you understand?"
In response, the mouse gave clear movements—always counterclockwise for yes, clockwise for no.
After several repeated tests, Rory confirmed it. This mouse wasn't just intelligent—it could interpret basic words and concepts.
It only had two answers: "yes" with a counterclockwise spin, "no" with a clockwise one.
That alone gave Rory a brand new direction for his research.
The brain—the most mysterious domain of the human body.
Everything from intelligence, memory, and reaction speed was linked to it. And in the Marvel universe, one thing reigned supreme in that space: mental power.
Despite undergoing three genetic enhancements, Rory's improvements had focused solely on physical traits. Even though he had inherited over 90% of Thanos's strength-based genome, his brain remained untouched.
The white mouse, however, had received the exact same serum—and what it gained was neural enhancement.
Two organisms, same formula, but entirely different evolutionary paths.
Grabbing his notebook, Rory started jotting everything down. Of course, he wasn't going to skip the blood draw—no matter how pitiful the mouse's eyes became. It still didn't escape Rory's approaching needle.
From pre-injection to post-draw, the mouse's facial reactions were so expressive, Rory joked they could be made into an emoji pack.
"Hey, Angus!"
One of the lab assistants Ross had assigned came running up at full speed, hearing Rory's call.
"Yes, Dr. Rory? What do you need?"
"Get this little guy a proper home—make it comfortable."
Angus had expected something more academic, but... setting up a mouse condo? That was not on his to-do list. Still, he dared not complain.
"Right away, Dr. Rory."
Meanwhile, Rory extracted a bit of the mouse's blood and placed it into the analyzer, running a comparison against his own.
Two species. One serum. Two different enhancements.
For Rory, it was an exciting scientific mystery.
After all, the serum had been coded based on his own genetic makeup. In theory, this mouse was carrying his DNA.
No wonder the little guy was so attached to him. That explained it.
While Rory worked, the mouse didn't scamper around. It just washed its face, sat nearby watching attentively, or crawled back into his coat pocket to nap.
Six days passed like that.
During this time, Rory developed several different serum types: the basic Captain America-type enhancement, a second-generation serum extracted from the mouse, and a new one derived from the bone marrow of the Eternal, Phastos.
The stem cells extracted—once stripped of the Celestial gene—didn't offer super strength, but they did significantly boost human physiology. They reactivated cell regeneration and boosted metabolic function.
No, it wouldn't make someone young again. But it could extend their life by 2 to 50 years, depending on the individual.
Ross's lab assistants recorded every experiment Rory performed, but none of them could figure out what exactly he was doing.
Even with finished serums in hand, they couldn't understand the formulas, the logic, or the synthesis techniques behind them.
Because every serum Rory created came with gene-level encryption.
Think of it as a lock over the genetic code. Only Rory had the key.
The next day, Rory didn't show up at the lab.
Instead, he had a military vehicle take him to a high-security prison on the outskirts of Washington, D.C.
Inside this prison was a very special inmate—one of Ross's own creations and Hulk's infamous rival: Emil Blonsky, better known as Abomination.
Once there, Rory flashed his official clearance paperwork and passed through the checkpoints without delay.
He followed a guard deep into the underground section and through a massive steel door, entering the chamber where Blonsky was held.
Blonsky was confined like a fish in a tank. Dressed in orange prison scrubs, sealed within a circular glass pod—no privacy, no escape.
Rory had long been interested in studying Hulk's genetic mutation. He'd just never had the chance.
Now, having access to Blonsky? That was the next best thing.
Turning his chair, Blonsky looked over curiously. "Who are you? I don't think I've seen you before."
He knew almost everyone allowed in this facility. Rory was definitely new.
Rory walked up, opened the food hatch, and said, "Stick your arm out."
Blonsky, docile from years of imprisonment, complied without resistance.
Rory inserted a syringe and drew blood—but the sample came out bright red.
"You're a new scientist, right?" Blonsky asked.
Rory didn't answer. Instead, he asked, "So your blood's only green when you transform?"
Blonsky nodded.
Rory removed the needle and signaled the guard. "Open the door. I'm going in."
"Sorry, sir. That's against protocol," the guard replied without hesitation.
Rory didn't press the issue. Instead, he handed a carbonadium needle to Blonsky through the hatch.
"Do me a favor, transform and draw some of your blood with this."
Blonsky stared blankly. "Why would I do that?"
Rory held up his government-issued clearance document. "I'm a military research consultant. You cooperate, and you just might get out of here one day. You refuse, and I guarantee—you'll rot here forever."
Blonsky, a former elite soldier, had once been part of Ross's task force to capture the Hulk.
He had eagerly taken part in the serum trials, dreaming of becoming the next Captain America. Obsessed with defeating the Hulk, he even injected Hulk's own blood into himself.
The result? Defeat and lifelong imprisonment.
Meanwhile, the Hulk became a beloved hero.
But now, with the slightest chance of release dangled in front of him, Blonsky didn't hesitate.
He tore off his prison scrubs, and with a deep growl, transformed into Abomination.
Taller than the Hulk. Muscles like twisted steel.
Unlike Banner, Blonsky kept full control of his mind even while transformed.
And if not for the Hulk's "the-angrier-he-gets-the-stronger-he-gets" trait...
Abomination might have won.
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