The Vulture, the frail villain before you sitting at his desk tweaking his magnetic flight pack with little tools and screws strewn across the table in a small, but manageable mess. You've known him to be jealous and determined, but that scowl on his face as he works is definitely a little... concerning

"I may be an old man, but I'm not a patient one. Why're you in my lab??"

He interrupts your thoughts without even looking at you, his voice low, quiet, and yet threatening