Marvel : Super Extraction

Leon's bio-energy gauge was looking flush, over 3,700 points, thanks to the BBQ of ants, cockroaches, and a gang of unlucky bikers. The waste factory gambit had netted him 2,700, and flattening those thugs added another 1,000. He could extract genes from three creatures if he wanted, and he'd planned to do it that same night but the act of killing weighed heavily on him. 

In the brutal fight with those Gangsters, Leon was forced to confront his own shortcomings. His reaction speed was too slow. Had they been armed with guns, he'd be a corpse right now

Regeneration crossed his mind, cockroach DNA gave him a bit of that already, but it was patchy, useless for vital organs. Geckos or lizards might do better, hell Dr. Curt Connors had regrown an arm with lizard genes before going full reptilian psycho in the comics. 

Tempting but what he needed the most right now is speed, reaction speed was the game changer. Naturally, his thoughts turned to the spider gene. After all, Spider Man's transformation after a spider bite had granted him remarkable agility and reflexes, an ability that saved his life countless times. If it worked for Spidey, it'd work for Leon.

He focused, issuing a mental command. 'System, extract the spider genes.'

[Yes, Host.] The mechanical voice hummed in his skull, followed by a flurry of beeps.

[One thousand bio-energy deducted.]

[Extracting spider DNA…]

[Ability acquired: Bio-static.]

[Would you like to fuse?]

Leon's brow furrowed. 'Bio-static? You mean Spider-Man's wall crawling trick?' It could come in handy but he'd been banking on reflexes, not climbing. Before he green-lit it, he winced, remembering the ant-fusion torture. 'Hold up, I'm not screaming my lungs out again.'

[Rest assured, Host. This fusion will cause minimal discomfort. The initial adaptation calibrates your body for future integrations, preventing adverse effects.]

'Good. Fuse it.'

A jolt hit him, not pain this time, but a rush, like every cell was getting a tune up. His skin tingled with static, a subtle buzz hinting at new tricks, climbing, maybe some agility. It felt… alive. He smirked. 'Nice. Keep going, extract more spider genes. Deduct another 1,000.'

[One thousand bio-energy deducted.]

[Extracting spider DNA…]

[Ability acquired: Spider-sense.]

[Would you like to fuse?]

"Fuse it. Now."

The shit hit fast, nerves sharpened, senses flaring like a radar ping. He could feel his reflexes tighten, his body primed to move before his brain even clocked the threat. Spider-sense. Exactly what he'd wanted.

With 3,700 points total and 2,000 spent, he had 1,700 left, enough for one more extraction. But he held off, pocketing the reserve for later. No point rushing it.

Ten minutes later, his head buzzed. He shouted into the headset, "Everyone, heads up! Prepare for battle!!"

Tony, mid-sip of scotch in the Humvee, sputtered. "Battle? What the hell are you on about?" His voice dripped with Stark mix of annoyance and disbelief.

Leon didn't have time to explain. The sixteen black clad guards, loaded with submachine guns, sniper rifles, and rocket launchers, snapped to attention, vests hidden under their gear. 

"At eleven o'clock, incoming," a calm voice crackled through the comms. Leon's eyes darted to the window, pupils shrinking as he zeroed in. "Tony, brace-"

Before he finished, shells screamed down, a barrage hammering their position. The driver, bless his reflexes slammed the brakes and change direction abruptly, tires screeching as a projectile blasted the spot they'd just vacated. The explosion rocked the Humvee, but the assault kept coming, relentless.

"Out! Behind the rocks!" Leon yelled into the headset.

Tony vaulted out first, Leon right behind, the guards and soldiers piling after them. They hit the dirt just as another shell roared overhead, slamming into the Humvee and turning it into a fireball. Shrapnel pinged off the mountain rocks they had ducked behind.

Tony peeked out, catching his breath, then grinned like a lunatic. "Well, damn." He whipped out his phone, snapping a pic of the wreckage.

*Whistle*. "This is going straight to Instagram, hashtag 'Stark Life.' "

Leon glared, but before he could snap back, his spider-sense screamed again. A mortar shell, unexploded, lay few yards away, ticking like a death clock. Tony froze, finger hovering over the screen, eyes wide. He kneeled instinctively, with his hands covering his his head.

Leon didn't think, just moved. He lunged, snatched the shell, and hurled it with ant-powered strength. Moments later, a resounding "Boom!" sound came as as the shell exploded.

Tony exhaled, shaky but grinning. "Thanks, Leon. You just saved my ass."

Leon smirked, brushing dirt off his sleeve. "Quit playing dumbass, brother. If you get yourself killed, you'll leave me holding the bag and believe me, I'm not in the habit of footing those bills"

Tony laughed, unfazed. "If I'm going out, at least it's sunny, perfect lighting for the exit shot!"

Leon shook his head, half-amused, half-exasperated. The headset crackled again, cutting through their banter. "All units, stand by, enemy closing in," a soldier's voice warned.