MARVEL/DC: DOCTOR IN THE MULTIVERSE

Three hundred meters away—

Inside the ruins of the collapsed bank building—

Captain America slowly lowered his vibranium shield.

Steve Rogers stared at the battlefield medical pod in silence for several seconds.

Then finally spoke.

"…I know him."

Tony Stark's voice erupted immediately through the communicator channel.

Clearly—

He had witnessed the entire laser-barrage scene through Stark satellite footage.

"Damn it…"

Tony sounded genuinely irritated.

"When did that guy become this ridiculously stubborn?"

No one answered.

Because everyone's attention shifted toward a new arrival tearing through the battlefield.

A black S.H.I.E.L.D. military jeep burst through the smoke-covered intersection at terrifying speed.

The vehicle looked barely functional.

Half the hood had been blown apart.

The windshield shattered completely.

Black smoke poured continuously from the damaged engine.

The jeep skidded violently before stopping beside the medical pod.

Tires crushed shattered glass and alien debris beneath them.

The driver's door flew open immediately.

Black Widow jumped out carrying a severely wounded man over her shoulder.

Natasha Romanoff looked exhausted for the first time since Lynn had met her.

Blood and ash stained her face.

Her eyes remained bloodshot from prolonged combat stress.

Meanwhile—

The man she carried appeared horrifyingly injured.

His eyes were wrapped completely in blood-soaked bandages.

At least seven deep wounds covered his torso.

The largest slash extended from shoulder to waist.

Natasha rushed directly into the medical pod.

"Doctor!"

Her voice carried obvious urgency.

"Save his eyes!"

She carefully lowered the wounded man onto the operating table.

Lynn placed the coffee cup aside calmly and approached.

Before removing the bandages—

Analysis of All Things had already completed full-body diagnosis.

Hawkeye.

Clint Barton.

Retinal third-degree burns.

Severe optical-nerve degradation.

Foreign Chitauri crystalline fragments embedded deep within the retina.

Without immediate intervention—

Permanent blindness would occur within twenty minutes.

[Automatic Diagnosis Initiated—]

[Patient: Clint Barton / Hawkeye]

[Injury Assessment:]

[1. Bilateral Third-Degree Retinal Burns.]

[Intense light-pulse damage caused widespread cone-cell necrosis.]

[Residual visual acuity: below 0.01]

[2. Fourteen Chitauri Optical-Lens Fragments Embedded Deep Within Retina.]

[Fragments emit continuous low-frequency radiation.]

[Optic-nerve degeneration accelerating rapidly.]

[3. Seven Open Trauma Wounds Across Torso.]

[Estimated blood loss: 900 milliliters.]

[Overall Fatality Probability: 17%]

[Estimated Time Until Permanent Blindness: 19 Minutes 47 Seconds]

"He cannot go blind!"

Natasha's voice sharpened unconsciously.

"Hawkeye without his vision is crippled."

While speaking—

She instinctively drew the Glock from her waist.

Not as threat.

Pure battlefield instinct born from overwhelming tension.

Lynn glanced toward the weapon calmly.

Then extended one finger gently against the pistol barrel.

Only one finger.

No visible force applied.

Yet instantly—

Natasha's entire arm froze.

An overwhelming pressure traveled through the handgun itself.

Her muscles strained—

But the weapon would not move even one millimeter.

It felt as though that finger belonged not to a human hand—

But to an immovable hydraulic press.

"Payment first."

Lynn withdrew his finger casually and began putting on sterile gloves.

"Either swipe the card…"

"Or have Director Fury approve the invoice."

Natasha clenched her jaw tightly.

Then activated the emergency communicator immediately.

Thirty seconds later—

Nick Fury's exhausted voice emerged from the device sounding like rough sandpaper.

"How much?"

"Forty million dollars."

Lynn answered while tightening the gloves around his wrists.

"Precision ocular surgery."

"Battlefield emergency rates."

Several seconds of silence followed.

Then Fury released a low growl barely resembling human speech.

"…Approved."

Lynn's phone vibrated instantly afterward.

[$40,000,000 USD Transfer Confirmed]

[Source: S.H.I.E.L.D. Emergency Operations Account]

"The payment arrived."

"Treatment begins now."

Lynn stepped beside the operating table.

Then removed the blood-soaked bandages from Clint Barton's face directly.

Even Natasha's expression shifted faintly after seeing the injuries fully exposed.

The eyes had become horrifying.

Large sections of retinal tissue appeared gray-white and charred.

The irises had nearly lost all natural coloration.

Under microscopic analysis—

Fourteen crystalline Chitauri fragments remained embedded inside the retina like tiny nails.

The deepest fragment nearly pierced the optic nerve directly.

Conventional surgery would require:

Microscopic imaging systems.

Robotic surgical assistance.

A full ophthalmology team.

At least eight continuous hours of operation.

Lynn required ten seconds.

He didn't even activate a microscope.

Instead—

He picked up an ultra-thin pair of nanoscopic forceps personally engineered through combined Stark nanotechnology and Analysis of All Things refinement.

Precision:

Micrometer-level.

His left hand gently opened Clint's damaged eyelids.

The right hand moved instantly.

Absolute stillness.

Not controlled steadiness.

Perfect biological immobility.

The Undying Divine Body granted complete muscular precision beyond human possibility.

The forceps descended into the destroyed eye.

Pause.

Extract.

The first fragment emerged.

Then the second.

Third.

Fourth.

Each movement lasted less than a tenth of a second.

One fragment lodged between surviving cone cells at an almost impossible angle.

An ordinary surgeon would require repeated repositioning attempts.

Lynn adjusted the forceps once.

Then removed it directly.

Clink.

Clink.

Clink.

One crystalline fragment after another dropped into the metal tray beside the table.

Natasha stood nearby completely motionless.

She couldn't even follow Lynn's hand movements visually anymore.

Only tiny motions blurred continuously within Clint's eyes.

Ten seconds later—

All fourteen fragments had been removed completely.

Then Lynn picked up another syringe.

Inside:

A pale-gold regenerative solution.

Constructed from diluted self-healing compounds derived from Wolverine's regenerative biology combined with specialized optic-nerve reconstruction agents.

The needle pierced directly into the optic-nerve insertion points.

Injection complete.

Clint's body convulsed violently once.

Then gradually relaxed.

Ten seconds later—

The destroyed eyes began regenerating visibly.

Gray-white burn tissue peeled away.

Fresh transparent corneal structures emerged underneath.

The faded iris coloration returned gradually.

Bluish-gray.

Sharp.

Focused.

The eyes of Hawkeye had returned.

"Ugh…"

Clint released a low groan before suddenly opening both eyes fully.

"I…"

His voice trembled.

"I can see."

"I CAN SEE—"

His gaze darted rapidly around the medical pod before finally locking onto Lynn standing beside the operating table.

Recognition appeared instantly.

"…Dr. Lynn?"

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