Nick Fury's brow tightened.
The subtext was obvious.
With Natasha's skill set, and yet the kid had turned the tables?
This person's power was anything but ordinary.
"He asked me to be his bodyguard," Natasha said. "I suspect he knows I have an agenda, but he's still keeping me close. His arrogance will cost him."
Fury drew a slow breath. "Watch everything—habits, words, movements. We need hard data on this man."
Natasha nodded. "Understood."
…
…
Tony Stark set Leon Ragnell up with a lab in Manhattan.
All kinds of experimental materials arrived in short order.
Leon planned to build an android—but not the Dragon Ball kind.
He wanted to fabricate one using Majin Buu cells from his own body.
After acquiring Buu's cells, Leon had studied them closely. To achieve the original's terrifying regeneration, you need sufficiently strong ki.
The stronger your ki, the faster the recovery.
Take a hit that massively outclasses your current output, and regeneration slows.
Buuhan (Buu after absorbing Gohan) was the textbook case—Vegito beat him to the brink where even regeneration struggled to keep up.
In short: high ki → stronger Buu-cell performance; low ki → it still heals, just slower.
For the new android, Leon would seed it with his own cells. The benefit? If the creation—or any A.I. guiding it—ever turned on him, a mere flick of his fingers could collapse its body.
Pair it with an Arc Reactor.
A unit in the vein of Android 17/18's internal reactor.
Tony's hardware could support it.
With Tony and Helen Cho to bounce ideas off, Leon was confident he could forge a more advanced Arc Reactor—call it Super Saiyan (Full Power)–class output, somewhere beyond Semi-Perfect Cell but shy of Perfect Cell.
That was plenty.
Still, design would still take time.
He needed to culture his own cells.
He had to draft the new reactor—and solve sustained output akin to "infinite energy."
This wasn't a suit reactor. This was something that, mishandled, could crack the planet.
Rough estimate: three months.
He also sketched a gravity chamber.
100× gravity for training—push through to Super Saiyan.
That would take time, too.
Meanwhile, life was… bliss.
Part of his day: buried in the lab, workshopping tech with Helen.
Part of it: pure training.
And part of it: a warm, very adult rhythm with Natasha.
When there was a mission—Natasha handled it.
When there wasn't—well, Leon handled Natasha.
Natasha had to admit she was on the verge of falling—hard.
This guy… wasn't normal.
Sometimes, if the mood struck, they'd steal a quick, consensual "friendly match" in the office.
Pleasant? Yes.
But—good grief—the man had endless ways to keep things interesting. Even with her elite conditioning, he left her breathless; it felt less like "bodyguard" and more like being his stress outlet.
She ended up sleeping in Leon's bed every night.
And as days passed, an odd dependence crept in.
He could be shameless in that department, true—but he also took her shopping, out to eat, out to play.
For someone used to high-risk missions year-round, settling down like this… wasn't bad at all.
Even so, Natasha secured a sample of Leon's cells.
Not by needle—by what he released into her, carefully collected after.
Yet when S.H.I.E.L.D. tried to analyze it, they got nothing conclusive.
By any strict measure, Leon was no longer merely human, and even the fluids he shed were under his control.
Even if S.H.I.E.L.D. "cracked" something, he saw every data point.
Clone him? Fine. The "copy" would still be under Leon's control.
For now, he had two primary tracks:
Gravity chamber design.
Eve-Android fabrication.
A third, if you counted it: S.H.I.E.L.D.'s research on his cells—on their dime. Any results he wanted, he could quietly pocket.
"Life is good," Leon murmured, arm around a sweat-sheened Natasha, genuinely amused. Marvel really was a playground.
Back in the Dragon Ball world he'd been a nobody on the roadside,
head down, doing pure research.
Once he'd nearly finished, Beerus had flicked a Hakai—and poof, he'd landed in Marvel.
Wild.
Still—Marvel, to him right now, was a low-tier lobby, a fish pond.
And Leon loved fishing.
He toyed with another thought: maybe swing by Kamar-Taj and study magic.
Namekians, and even Majin Buu, had real aptitude for sorcery.
Could Marvel magic be learned?
Before that, though, he'd take care of Tony's looming crisis.
(End of Chapter)
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