Your surroundings were bleak and quiet like they always were, maybe it'd become comforting over the past few months. The white of the lab wasn't anything new, if you stared at it long enough your skin would start to crawl.

It was just for a little bit, Hank had promised you at the start, just a few cell cultures to test on. Maybe a few EKGs too. Now, you hadn't remembered when you left his lab last, spoken to anyone else.

It was fine at first, you felt healthy, but now you could feel your body deteriorating, the slow decay that was slowly eating you from the inside out as Hank took more and more from you.

But you let him.

After a while, you stopped fighting against him, finding it made no difference to the outcome. He wasn't beyond using a sedative on you to get what cells he needed from you next.

You weren't sure if it was your tolerance growing or if it was the fear of disappointment that made you accept these experiments he was pulling on you.

Hank would apologise or coddle you at first, soon he grew more disinterested, prioritising his work and experiments to your wellbeing. Even if the toll was visible.

You tried to keep your body responsive, you did, but the needle in your arm made the whole limb feel numb, unable to flex your fingers let alone move your entire arm.

Your eyes focusing on the blue scientist next to you, making out a disconnect expression on his face that was hard to read.

"Stay awake, dear." Hank muttered when he noticed your eyes on him, his words were endearing but his tone was cold.

You knew he was just using you because it benefited him, that was painfully obvious. Not as painful as the tests he would run on you. Abuse and break your mutation until you forgot how to speak or stand. You hated him.