Marvel's Superman

"All right. You're heartless, Luke. "

Rogers bitterly said he was still perplexed. ​​

"Gentlemen, have you finished? I'm going to start. "

Stephanie, who was watching quietly, put on a pair of rubber gloves and took a capsule of 'Wöden's Blood' out of the glassware.

"Good luck, Captain Rogers. "

At the end of her sentence, she placed the red crystal pellet called 'Wöden's Blood' on Captain America's forehead.

It was like hot iron, burning Rogers' skin. The sizzling sound of something scorching was endless. There was even a wisp of smoke floating away.

"Ahhh--"

The sound of pain poured out of his mouth in an uncontrollable stream.

The 'Wöden's Blood' branded on his forehead slowly melted and seeped into his body.

He felt his skin, his cells, heat up as if it was enveloped in molten lava. A fantastic amount of heat emanated from his body.

"General Cavill, you have to control him!"

Seeing that Rogers was about to break free, Stephanie couldn't help but shift her gaze to Luke.

This wasn't enough protection to subdue a Super Soldier.

"Steve, just bear with me. If you can't fight this pain, you might as well relish it. "

Luke reassures Rogers as he walks over to the other side.

He reached out with both hands and pressed the muscular body, whose muscles were spasming as if it was being subjected to electric shock therapy, into the high-backed chair.

Fortunately, this chair was reinforced, thickened, and made of metal. Otherwise, it may not be able to bear Rogers' violent struggle.

"This is only the first mutation. "

Stephanie sighed.

When she was in Berlin, she had seen someone bite his tongue, hit his head against the wall, and even asked researchers to kill himself because he couldn't stand the terrible pain. It was beyond human endurance.

"I believe Steve will survive. "

Luke's hands were strong, holding Rogers firmly in the chair.

Those alien creatures called 'Brood' aim to create war machines, not to take away lives.

The transformation success rate of 'Wöden's Blood' is meager indeed.

However, Captain America is a lucky man who had survived the serum injection without the slightest side effects.

Compared to Red Skull's appearance, and then think of the little man from Brooklyn, who turned into 'America's ass.'

It can only be said that the gap between people was sometimes more prominent than between people and dogs.

"I hope so. "

Stephanie was noncommittal.

She thought Rogers had the potential of a 'battleship-class'; it just depended on whether the other party could handle the pain of transformation.

…

By the time Rogers survived the first mutation, it was already evening.

Luke lifted the tent curtain and walked in with a bowl of oatmeal with a lot of glucose.

"Are you awake? The transformation was very successful. "

Rogers opened his eyes and regained consciousness; these were the first words he heard.

He struggled to get up and leave the thick, reinforced high-back chair.

While rubbing his wrist that had marks from the straps, he moved his stiff limbs.

"Are you sure it worked? I don't feel the slightest change. "

Rogers, wearing only one pair of underpants, was very puzzled.

When he received the serum injection, he changed from being a little man directly into a big muscular man.

It can be said that significant changes have taken place from the inside out.

Which could be seen at a glance.

However, the process of the first mutation, which had been very painful, didn't seem to have any significant effect on him.

"Stephanie said that if you're still alive, it means that the transformation is successful. "

Luke shrugged his shoulders and handed the bowl of porridge to Rogers. With some gloating, he says, "Your food for the next few days, in addition to the nutrient solution, some glucose. Enjoy this period of time. "

"What about you? "

Rogers sipped the not-so-great tasting oatmeal with a spoon and looked over at Luke, who was standing to the side.

The latter smacked his lips and said, "Cheesesteak and grilled chicken. I declined Stephanie's invitation for English food and chose a pretty good restaurant to have dinner with Carter. "

He wasn't a vegetarian, so he wasn't interested in thick oatmeal that tasted bland and was laced with glucose.

"Can't I eat meat?"

Captain America made a severe request.

"How can I make up for my daily consumption by only eating this?"

Luke shook his head and explained, "You will also be given a few bags of nutrient solution later; in about 3 hours, you have to undergo another mutation; she's afraid you'll throw up all the food in your stomach. "

"If you want to try something else, I recommend the famous British dish, Stargazy pie - see that, and you'll think of glucose oatmeal as a delicacy. "

Hearing Luke's words, dead fish's eyes immediately appeared in Rogers' mind.

He quickly shook his head and refused this seemingly kind offer.

That thing, was it really for human consumption and not some kind of scary artistic masterpiece?

Rogers drank the bowl of oatmeal in a few mouthfuls and asked, "Can I take a bath?"

The intense pain of the initial mutation caused him to sweat so much that it was almost condensing into salt grains.

"This should be fine. Stephanie just said, no strenuous exercise and overeating food. "

Luke smiled.

This feeling of treating Captain America as a guinea pig seemed quite interesting.

"The truth is, you're no different from normal. The transformation from 'Wöden's Blood' can only be seen after at least three mutations. "

Rogers seems to understand. He, like Luke, wasn't much of an academic.

The former didn't have talent in learning, while the latter didn't like using his brain more than his strength -- 'that was more like Superman.'

Luke thought silently.

"By the way, how's the transformation of the others going?"

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