MARVEL/DC: DOCTOR IN THE MULTIVERSE

Tony frantically activated his armor's medical scan.

Peter's vital signs were continuing to fall, each warning on the HUD feeling like a knife twisting in his chest.

Then everyone's gaze shifted toward the abandoned maintenance hangar beyond the battlefield.

Against the chaos of Leipzig/Halle Airport, its illuminated sign remained impossible to miss.

MIRACLE CLINIC — TEMPORARY FIELD MEDICAL STATION

"Get him there!" Tony shouted.

He carefully lifted the unconscious Peter, engaged his thrusters, and shot toward the hangar.

Sam followed from the other side, carrying Scott's motionless body.

Two factions that had been fighting moments earlier were suddenly moving toward the same place.

Lynn stood calmly at the entrance to the medical station with a steaming cup of tea in hand.

His expression remained composed.

"Lynn! Save him!" Tony's voice was hoarse.

"Scott isn't breathing!" Sam shouted, his eyes red.

Lynn put down his tea.

He brought up the clinic's payment screen on a tablet.

"Don't panic."

"According to the battlefield-service agreement, emergency intervention under active combat conditions carries an additional 300 percent special-risk surcharge."

The already enormous treatment fees appeared on the screen.

Tony stared at the figure.

Steve arrived moments later and looked from the bill to Scott.

For once, neither man argued.

Lynn turned the tablet around.

Two electronic payment guarantees were displayed.

"Sign."

"If you don't, treatment doesn't begin."

Tony signed immediately.

Steve followed.

The tablet disappeared from Lynn's hand.

Then he moved.

Peter and Scott were placed on separate operating tables.

Lynn put one hand on each patient.

Quantum Electromagnetic Domination — Biological Link Mode.

A faint blue light flashed in his eyes.

Inside Peter's body, microscopic electromagnetic fields spread through damaged tissue with surgical precision.

Neural activity disrupted by the unstable Pym Particle discharge was stabilized.

Ruptured capillaries were sealed.

Internal bleeding slowed.

The chaotic electrical activity in his brain was brought back into synchronization.

Peter's convulsions gradually stopped.

Scott's condition was worse.

Lynn placed one hand over his collapsed chest.

An electromagnetic field locked the shattered ribs and sternum into place, preventing further damage.

With the other hand, he formed a microscopic vibrating cutting edge and opened the damaged area with extreme precision.

Bone fragments were removed from around the heart and lungs.

The torn tissue was stabilized.

Then Lynn stimulated Scott's heart directly.

Once.

Twice.

"Thump."

Another stimulation.

"Thump... thump."

The rhythm returned.

Sam nearly collapsed from relief.

Tony leaned against the wall, exhaling as though he'd been holding his breath for several minutes.

Then a system notification sounded in Lynn's mind.

[Masterful Copying Initiated...]

[Target: Peter Parker.]

[Copying Progress: 31%...67%...100%.]

[Ding! Copy Complete!]

[Successfully copied A-Rank Talent: Ultimate Spider-Sense.]

[Ability Details: Under extreme danger, the user's precognitive danger-response system becomes fully active, allowing directional warning and rapid prediction of multiple simultaneous, high-speed, and unpredictable physical threats.]

Scott offered little new value.

Lynn already possessed the fundamental principles underlying Pym Particle-based size manipulation through Quantum Electromagnetic Domination and his earlier quantum abilities.

His expression remained unchanged.

But the result was satisfactory.

Meanwhile, tension began rising again outside the operating area.

T'Challa had seen Bucky seated near the edge of the protected medical zone while a medical robot cleaned and bandaged several superficial injuries.

The sight reignited his anger.

"UN protection does not absolve murder."

T'Challa moved.

Black Panther became a dark blur.

Before anyone could react, he charged directly toward Bucky.

His vibranium claws extended.

The strike was aimed at Barnes's throat.

Steve lunged forward.

"T'Challa!"

Too late.

Just before the claws reached Bucky—

"I said violence is prohibited in my medical zone."

Lynn didn't turn around.

He was still working over Peter's operating table.

One finger lifted.

T'Challa stopped.

Not gradually.

Instantly.

His entire forward momentum vanished half a meter from Barnes.

The kinetic energy of his charge had been seized by Lynn's Absolute Kinetic Energy Control the moment it entered the protected space.

Then Lynn reversed the vector.

"Bang!"

The same momentum was thrown back through T'Challa's body.

Black Panther was blasted backward.

He crossed dozens of meters before crashing into the wreckage of a parked aircraft.

Metal buckled around him.

The vibranium weave of his Panther Habit absorbed and redistributed much of the impact, but even Wakanda's advanced suit couldn't completely eliminate a force deliberately redirected through it.

Warning indicators flashed across the suit's systems.

T'Challa remained down for several seconds.

The entire medical station fell silent.

Tony barely reacted.

He had seen too much of Lynn's power already.

His attention remained on Peter.

Lynn finally turned.

His gaze swept across everyone present before settling on T'Challa as he pushed himself upright.

"Friendly reminder, Your Majesty."

Lynn's voice remained gentle.

"Any use of force inside my medical zone automatically doubles the treatment costs of all Wakandan casualties."

He paused.

"And you will personally bear responsibility for any consequences."

No one moved.

The display of power had silenced everyone present.