Marvel : Super Extraction

More than an hour after arrangements were made, Obadiah Stane rolled up to the seaside villa where Tony Stark and Leon called home. The place was still a mess from the night's chaos. Bullet holes riddled the walls, and faint scorch marks from grenade blasts. Obadiah surveyed the damage with a sly smirk tugging at his lips before strolling up to the entrance and pressing the doorbell.

A crisp, mechanical voice greeted him from the gate. "Good evening, Mr. Obadiah," JARVIS greeted

"Hey, JARVIS. Tony around? I need to have a word with him," Obadiah said, flashing a smile.

"Mr. Stark is indeed home, but he's asked me to turn away visitors," JARVIS replied evenly.

"It's urgent. Mind checking with him?" Obadiah pressed,

"Please wait a moment," JARVIS said.

Down in the villa's lab, Tony Stark and Leon were hunched over their latest project, tweaking the exoskeleton armor with the kind of focus that blocked out the world. JARVIS's voice cut through the hum of machinery "Mr. Stark, Mr. Obadiah Stane is at the door. He says it's urgent. Should I let him in?"

Tony's eyes flicked up, narrowing. "Obadiah? What's he doing here? Making sure I didn't die in the fight?" He shot a glance at Leon. "Ten bucks, he's sniffing around for the armor. Those goons who slipped away probably sang like canaries."

Leon let out a dry scoff. "Not taking that bet. Dude is here for the suit, greedier than a kid let loose in a candy store. Are we letting him in?"

Tony scratched his chin, a smirk tugging at his mouth. "Nah. We got nothing concrete linking him to the attack. Opening the door just hands him a free tour."

"Fine by me," Leon said, his voice flat but edged with steel. "Only way I wanna see him is with my fist in his face."

Tony's grin widened. "Patience, my brother. We'll nail him when the timing's perfect. JARVIS, tell Obadiah I'm swamped. He can ring me if it's that urgent."

"Understood, sir," JARVIS replied.

Back at the entrance, Obadiah's smile tightened as JARVIS relayed the brush off. "Tell Tony I'll catch him later then. Have him give me a call when he's free." He turned on his heel and sauntered off, his face a mask of calm, until he stepped beyond JARVIS's camera range. Out of sight, his expression twisted, fury bubbling up like lava beneath a cool crust.

'Does he really think he can avoid me ?' Obadiah seethed inwardly. 'Fine. If he won't play ball, I'll take it myself.' He already had footage of the armor in action from the intruders who had escaped. His team could crack it and build their own. 'You're not the only genius here, Tony.'

....

Meanwhile, in the villa's gym, Leon strapped into a weight-bearing suit. Sweat glistened on his brow as he swung the sword, each strike sharp and calculated. Between sets, he ran the numbers in his head: 1,400 bio-energy points from the fourteen intruders he had dropped dead during the fight, added to his existing 2,800. That brought him to 4,200, enough for four random gene extractions.

'System' he called out to the gene-extraction system, voice steady despite his exertion, 'can I snag flight abilities from other organisms?'

[Yes, Host] the system answered.

'What about special powers, like electric discharge? Can I pull that too?'

[Affirmative] it replied.

Leon's lips curled into a grin "Now that's a game changer." He leaned against the gym wall, mind spinning. Four draws, four chances to stack his arsenal-flight, electric shocks, maybe more. Whatever he scored, it'd be fuel to bury Obadiah and face down whatever storm came next.

.........

{The Next Day}

The news of the terrorist attack on Tony Stark and Leon's seaside villa never hit the airwaves. The villa's remote location, the terrorists' sneaky approach, and Leon's outright contempt for nosy reporters ensured the incident stayed hushed up. No headlines, no hassle.

Inside his room, Leon stood in front of a fish tank, a little gift Pepper had picked up for him this morning. Inside the tank was a creature, an electric eel, slithering lazily through the water, its body occasionally flashing with a spark of electric current.

Leon slid on a leather glove, his eyes narrowing as he studied the eel with cold, calculating focus. He dipped his left hand into the tank and grabbed the wriggling beast. It thrashed hard, unleashing a surge of electricity that could've floored an ordinary person. We are talking 700 volts of pure zap, enough to make you regret skipping science class. But Leon's glove took the hit. He'd done his homework: electric eels, or Electrophorus electricus, were nature's stun guns. Cylindrical, scaleless, and stretching up to 2.5 meters, these freshwater predators could tip the scales at 20 kilograms. What made them special, though, was the juice. Their tails are packed with thousands of electrolytes, which function similarly to biological batteries. These electrolytes are capable of generating significant voltage when activated simultaneously.

Leon wasn't just here to admire the wildlife. This was research with a purpose. In the Marvel universe, electricity had a poster boy: Electro, aka Max Dillon from The Amazing Spider-Man. In the movie, Max took a dive into an eel tank and came out as a human capacitor, soaking up and blasting out high-voltage chaos. In the comics, a lightning bolt turned him into a living power grid, storing up to 10 million volts. Either way, he was a nightmare, even Spider-Man barely kept up. Leon didn't need that kind of juice. Not yet. Turning into a glowing freak show like Max and cut off from normal life? Pass. But a controlled shock, like the eel's? That could tip a fight in his favor. One jolt could paralyze an enemy, and boom game over.