Alvin rested his elbow on the coffin and watched the Predator inside open its eyes.
He looked at Stark and grinned. "This guy's fused with your genes. What superpower do you think he got?"
Alvin glanced at the slightly panicked Predator and grinned. "Could your genes and Predator genes really combine to produce the superpower of being a coward?
But if that's true, you'll have become the savior of all these Predators.
I was about to just kill them all!"
Stark flipped Alvin the bird, annoyed. "FUCK YOU!"
Then Stark himself glared at the Predator with some displeasure. "Buddy, can you understand what we're saying? You're doing terribly compared to your kind.
Didn't you think of kicking open the coffin and punching these two?"
Norman Osborn kept the scanner in his hand pressed discreetly against the side of the coffin. Looking at the data it had gathered, he smiled. "This guy's brain activity is extremely high. His condition clearly isn't just because he's a coward.
Maybe it's a survival instinct brought on by his weak body. Oh, look at these brain-wave patterns. He seems to understand what we're saying."
Alvin frowned at Norman Osborn. "What does that mean?
Stark doesn't have any superpowers. What kind of Predator could his genes create?
Don't tell me he'll become smart..."
Norman Osborn looked at Alvin with amusement. "What do you mean by 'smart'? A 'genius'?"
Alvin looked at Norman Osborn and frowned. "Isn't that what you mean? You said his brain activity was high."
Norman Osborn smiled and shook his head. "Any creature shut inside a little box while three guys outside discuss whether to kill it would have high brain activity.
But this guy's brain is even more active than usual. The most active areas are in the frontal lobe, which proves