Chapter 8:What to do when A Life is on the Line.

Parker Industries

Stark had shown up with a surgeon about five hours ago. The surgeon immediately admonished them for spreading poisonous metal through the kid's system. But said that the cooling agent was ingenious and asked if he could get some sent to his hospital as part of his bill. They then started to put Izuku through every test possible so they could get a complete view of his current condition. It was now three in the morning, and Parker was wide awake. He was running multiple simulations with the data they had gotten from scanning Izuku, and after each one, he felt worse. Not that he didn't trust the surgeon that Stark brought in, but the numbers were saying that tomorrow would not go well. Peter looked at the briefcase he brought with him. Inside was something that he was going to use on Izuku if they couldn't find him any more blood, and right now, it was tempting.

Stark Walks into the room, drinking a cup of coffee, and asks. "Can't sleep, huh?

Peter looked at him. "I'm sure you've had projects that keep you up until late at night."

Stark looked at him. "Listen, I know you are worried about the kid, but Strange will fix him right up. We ran the simulations, and he will follow the optimum surgical path. The numbers don't lie, Tony."

Peter looked exasperated ."Every Time I Think of the surgery tomorrow for even a second, my Spider senses go off."

Tony stares at him."What's wrong? Then why are you so worried."

Peter looks at Stark. "Honestly, that kid shouldn't be alive, and it's a miracle that he's breathing right now. Then I feel like there's something I can do to help him, even though I know it might be unethical. My instincts are telling me to do it."

Stark looks at him. "What exactly are you proposing here ?"

Peter's face was dead serious. "I want to mutate the kid."

Tony spat out his coffee ."Are you mad you propose making the kid into a science project?

Peter got angry. "This has nothing to do with that! Listen, Tony. I'm pretty sure that kid died earlier, and the only reason he's alive is because of the super-soldier serum in Steve's blood. If we could get a mutation to stick, the kid would have a better chance of coming out alive. But the kid is fighting with death right now, and I want to give him the best chance of winning. "

Tony shot back."Even if it would help him. Where taking a significant risk here."

Peter gets up and pulls out some data papers. "This kid's body is prime for mutation. His body is already taking the minuscule amount of super-soldier serum that he got from Steve's blood and running with it. If we can just give it a push, I'm sure it will take hold, and the kid will be better off."

Tony looks like he is starting to look convinced. "Even if it does work, he would still be crippled. Not to mention, carbonadium shrapnel is still running havoc his system. We would have to find a mutation that could counteract that, and it's not like those grow on trees."

"You could use mine". Logan says from behind. "I had a nightmare and was hoping you had some alcoholic sleeping aids in your office ."

"I'm not much of a drinker, but there should be some scotch in Doc Conner's office," Peter tells him.

Logan leaves for a few minutes and returns with a bottle of scotch and a couple of glasses. He pours himself one. "As I was saying, you could also give him my mutation. You said he takes well to them. My healing factor could help with the Carbonadium and, you know, help with the lack of arms or legs. Though I'm sure Xavier would love a wheel mate."

Tony tries to argue back."First of all, we wouldn't have time to do a proper scan of your mutant gene ."

Logan shot back, "Don't bullshit me, Stark. I know full well that SHIELD has a full profile of the Weapon X Program. Not to mention, my mutation has been harvested and used with my consent for years. I'll gladly share it with someone who even Captain America trusts. "

Peter speaks up, "I have an adamantium drill we can use."

Tony looks defeated. "Fine, let it be said that I tried to stop this. That being said, I don't want to be left out, so how can I help?"

Peter answered 'Well, can you get a hold of the Vita Chamber your dad used in Project Rebirth."

"No, that thing was torn down, and its shell is at the Smithonimum. But using some old blueprints, I could probably build one in about 3 hours." Tony heads out.

"While he does that, Logan comes with me. We can extract that bone marrow from you in one hour and use the other two hours to pinpoint the mutation gene.

Down in the medical wing of Parker Industries.

Stephen was up and a lot of people would think a surgeon would need rest to perform at his best. But not Stephen. He was practicing on the other patients that had gotten attacked earlier in the day. Some people would say that it's rude to call one's patient's practice. But Stephen needed to shake off the rust. But Stephen's rusty work would still be the envy of surgeons all over the world.

While sutured and finishing off his fourth patient of the night, he was making a game plan of what to do for the kid he was hired to save. He had studied the scans they took of the kid and thought of them for hours. There was one thought that was present ahead of all the others. This kid should be dead, considering the damage to his internal organs, but one way or another, he still has a pulse. His body is fighting to survive, and Strange is going to do his best to save him.

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Izuku opened his eyes, and they were bright. He squinted."Am I dead ?" Izuku looked around, expecting to see a field of flowers or clouds, but he was surprised to see a man at a computer desk. The man looked up and saw a kid.

"What are you doing here? I wasn't expecting anyone today ."

"I Don't know. I just woke up, and I was here ."Izuku gets up to dust himself off but notices he's in a hospital gown and that it's bloody.

"Yeah, that's how most people get here, but some exceptions exist. But you're not supposed to be here. Sure, you act like one of mine. But you don't belong here. I'm not the one who's supposed to be talking to you. I Don't even know if you're supposed to talk to anyone.

Izuku felt tired and tried to leave through the door when he entered a brick wall.

The man at the desk spoke up. "Well, isn't that strange? Most people walk right through when they finally decide to take the step. It seems like someone disagrees with the idea. But who am I to interfere if they want to stop it from happening? Why get in their way?"

Izuku was confused. "What exactly is happening?"

The man at the desk said, "Let's just say that in a couple of hours, either you go in through that door or you get yanked out of here. But in the meantime, feel free to pull up a chair while you wait. You know this one lady was in here for 37 years, but I'm sure that won't happen to you."

Stark Industries

Stark had made good on his promise and finished a new and improved VitaRay chamber in two hrs, no less. Now, he was going around his underground lab and taking things that might be useful, including his portable lab, some ultra-high capacity arc reactor, and a prototype arc reactor that used harmonic reinforcement to hold a poor-man sun. To be fair, it is not enough to create a new solar system, but if it were to go haywire, it would probably have its own gravitational pull. The design fits five triangle arc reactors in the shape of a star with space in the middle for a catalyst and, ultimately, where the miniature star would form. Well, it's a fission reaction, but calling it a star reactor just sounds cooler. All he needed was to find the perfect catalyst to start the reaction, and then the arc reactors would keep it stable, needing only .0001 % of the power produced. Then, most importantly, some bottles from his liquor collection. He was about to leave back upstairs when he went by a sealed adamantium door. He stood there and looked at the door like it was calling to him.

"Jarvis begins the project infinity forge opening process."

"Mr. Stark, are you sure ?" Jarvis blared and immediately locked down the elevator. A blue light scanned the room."Please step towards the control panel if you would like to proceed."

Tony steps forward and puts his hands on the adamantium door. "Begin biological scan ." All of a sudden, a bunch of different tendrils and scanners come out of the wall and start running a myriad of tests on Stark: checking dental records, Iris scans, Blood vessel arrangement, Fingerprint scans, Blood tests, and finally, a CT scan. The mental fortitude test couldn't let Stark react irrationally to what was behind this door.

"Please speak the password," Jarvis says after he finishes his scans.

Toney cleared his throat and spoke up ."No, Pepper, I hate the idea of having a three-way with you and Natasha ."

Jarvis scanned the voice sample, and finally, the door opened. In the Middle of the locked room was a giant briefcase. Tony walked right up to it and looked to his left. There was a wall panel. Tony pushed in the screw in the bottom right corner of the panel, and it opened up. Inside was a smaller briefcase with no noticeable seams. He picked it up and activated its security features. If anyone besides him tried to open it, it would trigger a Nitamene bomb.

"All right, Jarvis, set up service on the way to Parker Industries just in case we have any uninvited guests."

Back at Parker Industry

Peter was stumped. Logan's genetic sequence was, in a way, just as impressive as Izukus. Unluckily, it was not a mutagen but a mutation. If the kid's body had enough energy to produce adrenaline, then there might have been a way to get a reaction to happen. But expecting the kid to do any of the heavy work would be a mistake. There was also the problem of the super-soldier serum fighting against Logan's mutation before Izuk's quirk could get a hole in it. Then, all of a sudden, Peter had a thought worm into his mind. He opened the briefcase he had with him earlier. He had closed the irradiated spider that had bitten him and crossbred it with the spider that had bitten Miles. Resulting in a new super breed of spiders. That was then also crossbred with 30 other species of spiders, finally resulting in one breed, Caerostris Parker. This was his Victor Frankenstein moment, and after he had derived enough venom to fill seven vials of venom. He burdened and destroyed all the research and spiders, and all that was left of those experiments was in this box. He took the failed Izuku/Logan sample and tossed it into the Viale. All of a sudden, the venom started to shine green.

He put a drop of it into a machine. After five minutes, the machine pulled up the stats. The sample was 50% stable.

"If we can get that vita chamber, we could get it up to 90 %."

Back at Parker Industries' medical wing

Stange was washing his Hands and Gloving Up. In a couple of minutes, he was going to perform one of the most difficult surgeries of his career, and the weirdest part was that he was somewhat excited about it.

A year and a half ago, he would only do non-risque operations; then, one year ago, he would only do it for the money, and then a couple of hours ago, he wouldn't have done anything for anyone unless it fell upon him as a last resort. He had taken a Hippocratic oath. After all, he just wouldn't go out of his way to do it. But now, why was he at Parker Industries now? If people found out that he was charging Stark for this little excursion, they would think that he was back to his greedy ways. In a way, they would be right. But something about the kid currently on life support getting prepped for surgery made him want to give it his all. As he washed his hands, he remembered how he had gotten to where he is now.

Sometime last year.

He was leaving a party with his wife, Christine Palmer, to announce his wife's pregnancy. All of a sudden, one of his special contracts came up to him and told him he was currently needed for an emergency.

"Strange, think of this as the last job you must do for us. Not just that, we will also pay 50 million dollars. So think of it like this: you no longer have to see us, and you get a big paycheck. The way I see it is that you're getting the best of both worlds ."

Strange told his wife he would meet her when he got home later and left with the man.

Strange got in the man's car, and they started to drive off. "I want you to tell me that after this time, he will no longer contact me. This is my last time working for him."

The man said, "You can tell him yourself who you think we would pay 50 million to operate on beside the boss ."

"Wait, Manfredi's hurt. What happened?"

"Nothing. Just some Chromedome upstart had one of his goons take a hit out on the boss."

It was two hours later, and Stephen was finally on his way home. He checked his bank account, and his payment was there. When he got to the makeshift surgery room, there was a lot of blood. The person who had shot Manfredi had somehow hit the very bottom of the right ventricle, looking as if a bullet had cut through the heart. A million to one shot, but there was no way someone could have made that shot. He would be dead of blood loss. That was if anyone else was operating on him; someone with great skill had tried to kill this man, and Stephen took it as an exciting challenge.

It was only later that he came to regret it. He was laid out in the middle of the road with the car on its side, currently pinning his leg down. They had been driving home after finding out the baby's gender, and they were spitballing names until Christene suggested Xander (after her favorite Buffy character). But Strange wanted to name him Oliver. Then, Bam, they were sideswiped. He looked over at Christine and saw that she was bleeding immensely. She had been launched from the car. He tried to move towards her, but his leg was pinned to the ground by his flipped-over vehicle. You know, he thought that he was making the right choice, switching his sports car for an electric SUV. You know you need the space in the car for the kid and saving the planet and all that jazz. He realized he was in shock when he caught himself thinking about being carbon neutral instead of the fact that his wife was currently bleeding and his foot was pinned under the car.

He realized he had to get to her, or she would die from Bleeding. He realized he couldn't feel his toes. This was good. He thought that could mean his foot was severed, and all he had to do was pull what remained of him out, and he could then be next to his wife. He undid his belt and tightened it around his leg. He grabbed his leather wallet and bit down on it. He grabbed his leg with both hands and pushed against the car using his other leg. Even with the adrenaline running through his system, he could still feel his tendons ripping as he parted with his mangled foot. He looked at his work and noticed that his leg looked like it had gone through a grinder. It either spoke of his guts or simply shock that he didn't seem to mind too much. He dragged himself over to his wife. But when he got close and saw what state she was in, he realized it was too late and couldn't do anything to save her. He was just there watching her pass. She was staring off into space. He sat up next to her and placed her head on his good leg so she would hopefully be more comfortable as it happened. Stephen tried his hardest to hold back his tears as he noticed life slowly leaving her eyes.

Parker Industry Present Day

Stephen shook his head. He entered the operating room and looked down at the kid. He wasn't going to stand aside—not this time. He looked around the operating room and said one word: "Scalpel ."

Alternate Japan

Here, Inko was sitting on her couch in her pajamas and sitting on the couch with the lights off. The only light was bleeding out from the TV set. She would constantly switch between channels to fill the silence that now permeated her apartment. Her stomach growled, and she hadn't eaten in three days. Only now that the hunger felt like it would kill her, was she cooking some instant noodles. She stuck them in the microwave and waited for the 3 minutes. She sat down and realized that she had forgotten her chopsticks.

"O Izuku, can you…" Her sentence got caught in her throat as tears streamed down her face. She could picture him standing there giving her some chopsticks. Then he would do that All Might impersonation to cheer her up. She got up and left the cooked noodles untouched. She wasn't hungry anymore. She walked down the hallway to her room. But instead, she stopped in front of his room. She twisted the doorknob, hoping in her heart that as soon as she pushed this door in, he would be there at his desk filling out a notebook or sleeping on his bed. But that wasn't the case. The bed was well-kept, undisturbed, and empty. She lay down. She would just lay there for a little bit. She closed her eyes, and the exhaustion finally took her.

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