Hearing Nathan's calm words, Abomination felt an icy chill crawl up his spine.
The towering, gamma-mutated monster had faced countless battles before, had survived blows from Hulk, tanks, rockets, even nuclear-grade firepower. But what he saw now before him was not a battlefield—it was a surgical theater, a chamber of cold light and sharper intentions.
Nathan casually set a tray down, and with a metallic clink, a variety of surgical tools unfolded like instruments of doom.
There was a scalpel forged from Vibranium, its blade shining with a cold, silver-blue gleam. The edge looked so sharp that even the light seemed to split upon touching it.
Next, Nathan revealed a high-powered laser scalpel, its tip glowing with a terrifying brightness, like a miniature sun compressed into a surgical tool.
Pliers, clamps, bone-saws, syringes filled with strange fluids—all of them gleamed beneath the sterile glow of the lab lights.
Abomination's throat moved involuntarily, his monstrous bulk trembling as he swallowed.
Nathan's voice was smooth, almost gentle:
"Don't worry. I'm very measured. I won't let you die."
Abomination blinked. "…"
Die?
He wasn't afraid of death. What terrified him was the thought of living through something worse than death.
Before he could protest, Nathan was already moving.
The Vibranium scalpel sliced downward.
Psst!
The blade parted Abomination's steel-hard skin as though it were butter. Flesh and muscle, reinforced with gamma radiation, split open under Nathan's precise cuts. A surge of gamma radiation burst outward, spilling like a wave of invisible fire, threatening to consume everything nearby.
But the lab was built for this. The thick reinforced walls absorbed the radiation. The suit Nathan wore shimmered faintly as his protective gear suppressed every trace of gamma leakage.
No one else was harmed.
No one except the Abomination writhing beneath the knife.
"AHHHHHHH!" The monster's guttural scream rattled the walls, his twisted face contorted with raw agony.
His bloodshot eyes glared at Nathan. "Who the hell dissects someone without anesthesia?!"
Nathan's expression didn't waver. His tone was cool, almost clinical:
"Your body is too strong. General anesthetics and neurotoxins are useless on you. So…" He pressed the blade deeper, separating muscle from bone. "This little pain—you'll just have to endure."
Abomination stared at him, veins bulging in disbelief.
Little pain?
What kind of sadistic understatement was that?
But Nathan wasn't listening to complaints. His face was focused, serious, like an artist concentrating on his masterpiece.
Every cut drew out another scream. The lab echoed with roars of pain, the sound of steel slicing, and the harsh breathing of a monster being unmade and studied.
As the dissection continued, Nathan observed closely. He watched the flow of energy in Abomination's cells. He saw it with his instruments, felt it with his sharpened senses:
The gamma energy wasn't just sustaining the creature—it was strengthening it.
Each cell was evolving, adapting, pushing its limits without degradation. Even when still, even when bound, the monster's body continued to grow stronger.
Nathan's eyes gleamed.
"This is remarkable. Ordinary humans need constant, brutal exercise to grow stronger. Without it, the body weakens, degrades. But you…" His voice lowered in fascination. "Even without movement, without training, your body strengthens on its own. No degradation. No weakness. Always rising."
He leaned closer, whispering almost to himself:
"If this ability could be replicated—combined with overload training—the growth rate would be… astronomical."
His hand traced the greenish glow of energy that pulsed beneath Abomination's flesh.
"To perfectly balance gamma energy… to contain it without losing control… This body is incredible."
But Nathan shook his head. He wasn't tempted by transformation.
"I don't want to become a monster like you," he murmured. "I don't want to be a Hulk or an Abomination. What I want… is to integrate this principle into my own body. To allow myself to channel gamma strength without losing my form."
His eyes burned with determination.
"This… is the path."
For days afterward, Nathan worked tirelessly. He studied the darkness in Abomination's cells, dissecting the very principle of gamma birth and transformation.
One afternoon, after hours of research, Nathan decided to clear his mind with some training at his company's gym. As he arrived, he noticed someone approaching.
A striking woman with long, curly green hair and a figure that seemed sculpted to command attention. Her walk was elegant, yet predatory. Her eyes gleamed with mischief.
Nathan's brow furrowed slightly. Green hair instantly reminded him of Polaris, Magneto's daughter. But Polaris was proud, aloof, never coquettish. This woman's aura was entirely different—seductive, dangerous.
She smiled, extending her hand gracefully.
"Hello, Mr. Daniel Grant. Let's get acquainted."
Nathan shook her hand lightly, his eyes cold and steady. "And you are?"
Her lips curved.
"Perhaps you've heard of me. They call me Viper… or, if you prefer, Madame Hydra."
At that name, Nathan's eyes narrowed. Hydra. Of course.
But unlike before, his heart didn't waver. His strength now was leagues beyond what Hydra once threatened him with.
And the fact that Madame Hydra had come alone meant only one thing: this was a conversation, not an ambush.
"Fine," Nathan said coolly. "Let's find a room and talk."
They entered a private chamber.
"How did you find me?" Nathan asked bluntly.
Madame Hydra smirked.
"You thought you erased your traces. And it's true—you were careful. The man who forged your initial identity couldn't remember you. But I didn't need him to. I traced the provider who gave him those documents. From there, it wasn't hard to locate your original trail."
Nathan nodded slowly, expression unreadable. "Why?"
"Because I want to hire you," she said simply. "I want to study the power you took from Hydra. If you share it, I'll grant you Hydra's resources—everything you need."
Nathan's answer was immediate. "Not interested."
Her smile faltered, just slightly.
Nathan stood, his presence filling the room like a storm. His voice hardened:
"And hear me clearly—Hydra is not to provoke me again. Nor to lay a hand on the Crowe family, father or daughter. If you do, what happened last time will look merciful compared to what comes next."
The air thickened.
Madame Hydra's seductive smile wavered under the crushing weight of his aura. For a moment, she felt as though ten ancient beasts loomed over her, their gaze fixed upon her very soul.
It wasn't a threat. It was a promise.
She took a sharp breath, her chest rising as she steadied herself. But by the time she looked up, Nathan was already walking away, his back firm and unyielding.
Her whisper followed him into the silence:
"Is that… really a man?"
The oppressive weight still lingered in her chest. She'd met dictators, warlords, even Magneto himself. But never had she felt this kind of primal dread.
One thought consumed her:
We cannot afford to oppose him. Not directly. Not ever.
Yet another idea sparked in her mind:
"Perhaps… cooperation. In another form."
Days bled into weeks. Nathan buried himself once more in his secret laboratory, surrounded by the glow of monitors, gamma sensors, and dissected samples.
Finally, after countless sleepless nights, he leaned back in his chair, staring at the completed results on his screen.
"It's done," he whispered, his voice trembling with satisfaction.
"The complete re-analysis of hatred—the gamma cells, the principles of Abomination's birth—it's finished."
His eyes blazed with ambition.
What had begun as a dangerous experiment had now become the foundation for something greater.
The Re-Enactment Analysis of Hatred… was complete.
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