Chen Mo dropped the subject, choosing to show the big daddy who fed him a little respect. He lowered his head and picked up another sandwich.
There wasn't much to say about the tests: physical examination, blood work, psychological assessment, blah blah blah.
Tony leaned against the doorway, watching Chen Mo get off the examination table and immediately reach for the cookies beside it.
"Your mouth never stops."
Chen Mo mumbled, "I'm maintaining my vital signs."
Tony said, "I've never seen anyone make snacking sound like emergency resuscitation."
"That just means you haven't seen enough," Chen Mo said. "Spider-Man has a fast metabolism. A Spider-Man from another world has an even faster metabolism. A Spider-Man from another world wearing alien black sludge should qualify for a special meal allowance."
The test results came back faster than Chen Mo had expected.
The physical report arrived first.
Tony, Banner, Steve, and Pepper Potts stood in front of the glass display.
Chen Mo lay sprawled on a nearby couch that was very expensive, very abstract, and looked like something a designer had sketched while mentally unstable. He still wore the Venom Suit, with an Avengers-branded graphic T-shirt over it, and ate little cakes while watching the television news.
The news was covering the incident on the Private Island off the Coast of New York. The footage was so blurry it looked like someone had filmed it with a potato.
After watching for a while, Chen Mo offered his critique. "They failed to capture the artistic value of my exhibition."
In front of the screen, Banner turned past the first page of the report.
"Stable spider abilities. Abnormal muscle density, abnormal reaction speed, highly active neural transmission. The connection between the Symbiote and its host is stable, but it still needs observation."
Tony said,