Howard Stark Is Shocked

"Yes, Commander!"

The secretary responded and immediately hurried away to contact two other senior S.H.I.E.L.D. executives as Howard Stark requested.

Howard Stark pondered for a moment before walking towards a secret laboratory within the base.

Before the other two arrived, he was very eager to see what was going on with that mechanical lifeform.

Beep!

After passing the security check, Howard Stark took the elevator all the way down to a secret laboratory hidden underground.

There, Arnim Zola was leading a group of people, researching the "corpse" of that Decepticon.

"Arnim, how is it? Any discoveries?"

Howard Stark impatiently walked to the lab bench, looking at Arnim Zola and asking.

"Incredible, truly incredible, Stark!"

Arnim Zola adjusted his glasses with his hand, his face filled with that "scientist-like" fanaticism, "This big guy has no power module on it at all! At least I haven't found any power source."

Without a power source, how could this huge robot move?

This clearly defied common scientific sense!

Could it be...

Was Rorschach telling the truth? Was this thing really not a robot, but a... lifeform?

"Come over here again."

Arnim Zola led Howard Stark to another instrument and pointed at some curves and data on it, "See? Inside the metal of this pile of scrap, there are even faint energy fluctuations!"

"Although it sounds incredibly unbelievable, I have to reach this conclusion."

"This robot, it's alive!"

"It's actually... alive!" Howard Stark looked utterly dumbfounded.

Rorschach hadn't lied. His car was indeed a mechanical lifeform!

He had originally just gone to have dinner with Howard Stark, but he never expected so many things to happen in the meantime.

Things got delayed quite a bit back and forth.

By the time Rorschach returned to Xavier's Manor, it was completely dark outside.

However, most of the people at the base were young, and still had a playful streak. They were all gathered in the living room, chatting and joking, not having returned to their rooms.

As soon as Rorschach appeared, he immediately became the center of attention.

"Hey, Rorschach, I flew today!"

Siren excitedly showed off to Rorschach, her face unable to hide her excitement, "I'm telling you, buddy, that feeling was absolutely amazing, soaring through the sky like a bird, can you imagine?"

"Siren, you've been bragging all day, again?" Wrecker couldn't help but tease from the side.

"Strictly speaking, what you did was more like gliding, not true flight," Darwin said leisurely from the side, pouring cold water on Siren.

"Darwin, you're such a buzzkill."

Siren complained mercilessly at Darwin, then continued to look at Rorschach with a proud expression, "Rorschach, do you want to know how I did it?"

Having watched the movie, Rorschach naturally knew about this, but at this moment, he wouldn't spoil Siren's fun.

"Of course, I'm very interested, tell me about it." Rorschach sat down in an empty seat and joined the group.

"It's Charles and Hank!"

Siren began to excitedly explain to Rorschach, "You know Charles has been teaching me how to control my sonic waves these past few days, and I've made great progress. Hank made me a 'bat-suit' today, and then I used the sonic wave recoil, adjusted my body balance with the bat-suit, and just like that, I flew!"

"Hank, thank you, buddy, you're amazing!"

As Siren spoke, she gave Hank a thumbs-up.

"Basic fluid dynamics, that's all, Siren, it's no big deal."

Hank's words sounded like bragging, but in reality, they weren't.

For Hank, basic physics like fluid dynamics was indeed "no big deal."

"Rorschach."

Hank suddenly looked over at Rorschach and said, "Do you have time tonight? I have something I want to discuss with you."

Although Rorschach didn't understand what Hank wanted to talk about, he agreed without much hesitation, "Of course."

"Hey, Hank, why so secretive? Can't you say it here?" Wrecker couldn't help but shout from the side.

Others also joined in the teasing.

Mystique, Raven, however, couldn't help but glance meaningfully at Hank, as if she knew why Hank was looking for Rorschach.

"Hank, please come to my room."

After chatting with everyone for a while longer, Rorschach said goodbye to the group and, with Hank, went to his room.

You know, it really does feel a bit strange!

If Rorschach hadn't known what kind of person Hank was, he might have suspected Hank had some ill intentions towards him.

"Sit down, Hank," Rorschach motioned for Hank to sit, cutting straight to the chase. "What's this all about, making things so mysterious?"

"Rorschach, you know, sometimes I really envy you," Hank said, sitting down opposite Rorschach with a sigh.

Rorschach just laughed. "Envy me for what? Being handsome? Come on, you're not bad yourself!"

Hank chuckled. "Rorschach, you know that's not what I meant."

This little bit of banter managed to lighten the somewhat serious atmosphere.

"You and Charles and Erik, you're different from me and Raven. Although you're also different from ordinary people, you don't have to hide yourselves."

"Do you understand what I mean? My big feet, they're not normal. They make me look like a monster, and I don't want to be a monster."

Hank then organized his thoughts and began to explain everything to Rorschach.

By now, Rorschach understood Hank's intentions perfectly.

Hank, wanting to "cure" himself, had developed a serum and injected it into himself.

The result wasn't only that he didn't cure himself, but he truly transformed into Beast Hank.

Rorschach remembered that Beast Hank had drawn Mystique Raven's blood to research this serum. Could it be that this time, Hank wanted to draw his blood?

Actually, Rorschach had guessed correctly.

For Hank, researching only his and Raven's blood wasn't enough. If he wanted to make his appearance normal, he naturally needed to find a mutant with a normal appearance as a reference sample.

Hank didn't dare tell Charles and Erik about this idea, knowing they would never understand.

He also didn't want to tell the other youngsters like Darwin and Siren.

They were all too immature. After much thought, Rorschach was the most suitable candidate.