The Kryptonian had funds, alien technology, and all kinds of special blood samples. He simply focused his efforts on mechanical technology rather than biotechnology; it wasn't as if he didn't know how.
If Gwen really had trouble finding a job after graduation, at worst he could set up a laboratory for her to play around in. With his resources fully open to her, making her the godmother of a new era on Earth wouldn't be a problem.
Henry had only dared to say those things because he was certain he had the strength to back them up. He wasn't just relying on his age to spout nonsense in front of young people. If they ended up hitting a wall with nowhere to go, he wouldn't simply wash his hands of it and claim no responsibility.
Still, there was no need to say all that beforehand. If Gwen wanted to become his little biotech assistant, she needed to build a solid foundation first.
No kind of knowledge was built on castles in the air. If he brought out all that black technology now and had Gwen commercialize or weaponize it, she would only become the Kryptonian's mouthpiece or a proxy, with nothing of her own.
Besides, with Gwen Stacy's intelligence, could she really fail to carve out her own path? That would be underestimating the girl too much.
Henry's encouragement did bolster Gwen's confidence. But the girl's spirits rose only briefly before visibly sinking again.
With an exaggerated dejected expression, she said, "Ah, I can't do it. I really can't anymore. I'm disappointed, sad, and upset. I still need someone to comfort me." As she spoke, she naturally rested her head on Henry's shoulder.
Only actors from the silent-film era would put that much effort into such overblown acting. At a