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After Wanda's full diagnostic and bloodwork were completed, she excused herself to pack her things for the move.
Nolan, however, wasted no ti.
He placed a drop of her blood and a preserved blood sample from Erik into the genetic sequencing system.
Within minutes, the results ca in.
"Wanda is Erik's biological daughter?" Nolan murmured. "But she was born in Sokovia..."
The DNA matched. Erik was her father. The location discrepancy suggested one possibility: she was engineered. Or, at the very least, abducted at birth for experintation.
He filed the theory away for later. First, he had sothing more pressing: replicating the Steel Physiology on himself.
Even if he soday managed to unlock Wanda's full mutant potential, without Chthon's blessing, he'd never wield Chaos Magic. The most he could harvest was her baseline mutant ability, reality manipulation.
And that wasn't enough.
Nolan approached his console. "AL, analysis ready?"
During the military base chaos, Nolan had covertly used magnetism to slip a data-chip into the central system, downloading the entire Hulk and Steel Physiology experint archives during the Abomination skirmish.
"Confird," AL replied. Her voice was calm, professional, and almost lodic. "Surveillance footage indicates that a 60-decibel human shout during the original experint may have caused a fluctuation. The sonic energy disrupted ATP regulation, allowing rapid tabolic amplification."
"So that's the trigger," Nolan mused.
"Summon Connors," he added aloud. "We're proceeding."
Monts later, Connors arrived, already aware of what Nolan intended.
"Norman," Nolan said, "bring in a test subject."
Norman's voice crackled over comms. "Boss, our stock is running low."
"Why?"
"Word's out in Hell's Kitchen. They're saying any test subject Osborn takes dies. Even before they're gone, it's... ugly."
Nolan's tone turned cold. "Then send Fisk a ssage. Bring Max and Alexei with you."
He knew Fisk didn't orchestrate the blacklisting but Fisk definitely allowed it. Either The Hand or The Sanctum faction was interfering.
"Understood."
Soon, three test subjects arrived.
Connors prepared the Steel Physiology serum while Nolan fine-tuned the acoustic resonance system. He wouldn't be using the diluted version. That was Ross's territory: mass production, high survivability, lower yield.
Nolan wanted perfection.
This would be the true peak form of the serum. No compromises.
"Begin the test," he ordered.
Each subject was assigned a unique resonance frequency to test the optimal sonic trigger. The first Subject 1 was a black-market test subject from Hell's Kitchen.
Serum entered his bloodstream. Nutrient lines connected. Monitor data stread in.
The effects were imdiate.
His heart rate spiked. Oxygen saturation plunged. His skin flushed dark red. Internal temperature hit 39°C.
Then... he scread. Muscles convulsed. Blood dripped from his lips as he bit through them.
Worse, his body stopped processing the nutrient solution. His cells were in full tabolic revolt.
"Run 60 dB human voice frequency."
The acoustic system activated.
Sound energy in wave form slamd into Subject 1's body. The scream was agonized... but sothing began to change.
Vital signs stabilized. Then improved.
"Draw a blood sample."
A robotic arm withdrew a vial.
"Phosphate levels rising. Lactic acid spiking!" Connors reported.
He injected a carefully asured dose of sodium bicarbonate.
Subject 1's body surged. His musculature expanded. Bone density increased. The nutrient flow resud.
He had stabilized.
"Ha... Ha ha!" Subject 1 laughed as strength exploded through his body. He was high on power. "I could level a building with a punch!"
Then he tried to break his restraints.
Nothing.
He strained harder. "Hey! Let —"
Pain struck him like a tidal wave.
His cells turned on him. His body began eating itself alive. The enhanced height collapsed inward. Muscles withered. Bones cracked.
He slumped, dead. A puddle of blood and bile ford beneath him.
The other two test subjects recoiled in horror.
But it was already too late. The needles were in. The serum was flowing.
Nolan didn't even look up. He was already dissecting Subject 1's body.
"Adjust audio levels to 64.2 and 65.7 decibels," he ordered calmly.
The remaining two subjects underwent similar transformations, but this ti, no pain. Their vitals remained steady. Muscles stabilized. And most importantly, no tabolic collapse.
"Begin post-procedure data collection," Nolan said, glancing at them with clinical disinterest.
Their eyes filled with terror.
"W-We made it! We're stable! That ans we're safe, right?!"
Nolan didn't answer.
They struggled against the restraints, but like Subject 1, they couldn't escape.
"Scalpels aren't working," one assistant noted. "Tissue density too high."
"Use vibranium or laser," Nolan replied coldly.
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