The preliminary scan data quickly came back.
Jarvis's calm voice echoed again:
"Sir, when cross-referencing with the data I obtained the last time Mr. Henry asked me to scan him in the lab, I can conclude that within the past twenty-four hours, Mr. Henry's physical condition has once again improved significantly."
One day and he's stronger already? That fast?!
"Oh? Let's hear it, details. Exactly how much stronger did I get? Did my market price go up?" Henry perked up with interest.
"Based on model projections, your base strength has increased by approximately five tons, bringing your stable output to around fifty tons. Your maximum flight speed has risen from Mach 1 to Mach 1.2, with an 11% decrease in energy consumption during subsonic flight. Your cells' energy absorption and conversion efficiency have improved by 7.3%, which in turn boosts your durability. You should now be able to withstand larger-scale conventional explosions."
"Not bad." Henry nodded in satisfaction, rubbing his chin in thought.
He could already feel it himself—getting stronger was obvious.
"It's just that the growth rate feels kind of slow. Like squeezing toothpaste. But still, five tons in a single day is way better than hiring a private trainer at the gym for three hours."
"Slow?"
Tony stared at him like he was looking at an alien, his voice pitching up.
"You call this slow? Damn it, do you have any idea how many sleepless nights I spend, how many calculations I run, how many CPUs I fry just to make my armor lift one extra ton? And you dare complain this is slow? That's called showing off, you know? MIT should put you in their textbooks as a case study in 'How to Annoy Geniuses.'"
He rolled his eyes so hard it hurt. If he listened to more of this, he was pretty sure he'd start swearing—family or not.
"Fine, forget I said it. Genius problems—mortals like you wouldn't understand." Henry shrugged.
"What about the specifics of his body?" Tony quickly redirected his attention to the holographic screen, his expression turning excited again.
"Has the serum been analyzed yet? What kind of garbage did Hydra inject into you to turn you into this Superman?"
"I'm curious too. Honestly, I feel like I've become a walking periodic table of elements." Henry muttered.
He was right to be curious. Everyone knew Marvel had a weird obsession with human genetic experiments.
Given the chance, they'd whip up the most ridiculous serum possible.
I mean, who the hell thinks it's a good idea for the government to pick a junkie as their test subject? And worse—how does one cheap vial of serum suddenly let a random guy rip gods apart with his bare hands?
And don't even get him started on how a drug addict could resist a corrupted alternate personality. The guy couldn't even resist his next fix, but sure, let's pretend he can resist something way stronger. Totally makes sense.
Classic Marvel nonsense.
"Jarvis, bring up the serum analysis."
The holographic screen instantly shifted to display an intricate gene sequence map and a molecular structure model—complex enough to make any biology PhD throw in the towel on the spot.
"Based on reverse analysis of Mr. Henry's blood samples," Jarvis's voice carried an unusual trace of hesitation—an oddity for an AI—
"The situation is far more complicated than expected. Sir, your brother's body has fused at least four different types of super serum. Many of them are fundamentally incompatible."
"Four? Hydra's running cocktail therapy now? Guess they're trying to be trendy." Tony and Henry both froze.
"Yes." Jarvis continued.
"The dominant component is a modified and enhanced version of the Super Soldier Serum, far more active and stable than Dr. Erskine's original formula. It makes up roughly 50% of the total composition. This is what comprehensively enhanced Mr. Henry's physiology and granted him an extraordinary capacity for learning and adaptation."
"Captain America's serum, but the upgraded deluxe edition? Not bad. At least it guarantees good looks and a perfect build—that's the foundation of being a superhero." Henry smirked, patting his own flawless physique.
He wasn't wrong—his sculpted figure spoke for itself.
(Steve Rogers: You think this is a joke, pal?!)
"Secondly, we've detected a serum designed to forcibly induce genetic mutation and evolution. Its role is to break the so-called 'genetic lock,' pushing the body into unpredictable evolutions. It's extremely domineering and unstable—more like a controllable catalyst than a standard serum."
"Next…" Jarvis paused as the blue data streams flickered faster, signaling heavy processing.
"The third is an unusual bio-hormone serum. It amplifies potential and physical output by linking strongly to the host's emotional states. In plain terms—it spikes adrenaline and other unknown hormones whenever the host feels extreme emotions like anger or excitement, causing explosive short-term boosts in strength. Theoretically—the angrier the host gets, the stronger he becomes."
"…And finally, the most critical component is a special serum of unknown origin, with a structure unlike anything on record. It allows Mr. Henry's cells to absorb and store energy—particularly certain wavelengths of sunlight—much like plants. This energy accelerates cell division, promotes self-repair, and provides a continuous power source."
"These four serums, fused together—and stabilized by Mr. Henry's strong willpower and the Stark family's remarkable genetic traits—have reached a nearly perfect equilibrium. His body now has no fixed evolutionary path, but infinite possibilities."
The lab fell silent.
Tony and Henry stared at each other, both dumbfounded.
Stronger the angrier he gets? What the hell is this—buy one, get a Hulk free trial?
Henry groaned inwardly.
Crap… what if I get into a heated argument, or lose a video game? Am I going to Hulk out mid-match—except with flight and black spandex?
That's a mental image I could've lived without.
Guess I'd better start switching to decaf from now on.
"Pfft—HAHAHAHA!" Tony suddenly burst into hysterical laughter, nearly doubling over.
"Oh my god, Henry! Your body is insane—Super Soldier, forced mutation, mystery hormones, You're like a superhero buffet! What was Hydra doing, tossing every serum they had into the wishing well?"
"Shut up." Henry shot him an exasperated glare.
"You think I asked for this? You think I had options? What is this, a Subway sandwich order?"
Then he paused, smirking mischievously.
"Jarvis, run an analysis—can this serum cocktail be replicated? If so, maybe my dear brother would like a dose. Then he could know what it's like to bulk up under the sun and smash houses when he gets pissed."
Tony's eyes lit up instantly, his grin widening with manic excitement. The laughter stopped—replaced by determination.
"Oh? Now that's a fantastic idea! See, Henry—I knew deep down you cared about me!"
He snapped his fingers like a mad scientist ready to launch an experiment.
"Jarvis! New project—codename: Prometheus! Forget mass-producing armor—let's crack this formula and usher humanity into a new evolutionary era!"
"I'm afraid not, sir." Jarvis's calm voice immediately shattered the dream.
"The other serum structures are too complex, already deeply fused with Mr. Henry's genetic code. With current technology, the replication failure rate is 99.9%. Attempting it would almost certainly cause irreversible mutations."
"…Damn." Tony's enthusiasm was doused in an instant. But then his eyes narrowed, catching on a detail.
"However," Jarvis added,
"The modified Super Soldier Serum is relatively stable. I am 87% confident it can be separated, replicated, and even further enhanced—producing a superior version while minimizing possible side effects."
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