"Begin injection!"
Sixteen vials of gene serum were pumped into Harry Osborn's veins.
Agony tore through him. It felt like every cell in his body was being ripped apart.
Harry screamed, a sound of pure torture.
Connally watched grimly.
Doctor Octopus, however, smiled. "The new Super Spider Serum is devouring the Green Goblin inside him. It's a painful process. The Goblin has become part of his psyche. But if he survives... he will surpass Captain America."
Captain America. Steve Rogers. A cultural icon they had all grown up idolizing.
"I'm not interested in the Spider Serum," Otto muttered, turning to his console. "I'm interested in the Healing Gel."
Based on the Lizard Serum, Oscorp had developed a rapid-healing topical gel. It was their new flagship product.
"Clinical trials are starting. Once approved, this gel alone will net us billions annually," Otto gloated.
He preferred energy research, but he understood biology. His Artificial Sun project had been shelved (thanks to Tony Stark's Arc Reactor), but the fusion data had been integrated into Oscorp's energy division.
"Pharmaceuticals make the most money," Otto laughed. "And 8% of the profit goes to my research budget. I'll never worry about funding again."
Harry's screams subsided.
The stabilization chamber opened.
Harry stepped out. He was no longer the scrawny rich kid. He was taller by ten centimeters, his muscles defined and dense.
Connally looked at him with envy. Should I ask for the Super Soldier Serum? He quickly banished the thought. Vincent would kill him if he overstepped.
"Congratulations, Master Harry," Otto said. "A masterpiece."
Harry clenched his fist. The power was intoxicating. And the voice—the Goblin's laughter—was gone. His mind was his own.
"I can finally go to London," Harry whispered. "Peter... you took my father, you took my trust. I will take your head."
"Clap, clap, clap."
Vincent walked in, flanked by Mystique and Julia Roberts.
"Congratulations, Harry. You can now fight Peter. But be warned: Peter has a Spider-Monster form and insane regeneration. You can't just beat him. You have to destroy him."
"How?" Harry asked.
"Learn martial arts. Master combat. And then... cut off his head," Vincent said coldly. "Dr. Octavius, can a Lizard grow back a head?"
"No," Otto confirmed.
Harry bowed. "Thank you, Vincent. Oscorp will always be my home."
"Of course. Go get your revenge."
Harry left, burning with purpose.
Vincent turned to Julia. "Ready?"
Julia Roberts took a deep breath. She was 34. She wanted to be young and strong for her boss.
"Don't lie to me. Will this stop aging?"
"It will slow it down significantly," Vincent promised.
Julia stripped and lay in the chamber. Vincent used his telepathy to soothe her mind as Raven initiated the injection.
The Super Soldier Serum (Oscorp Variant).
Her body convulsed, but under Vincent's psychic care, the transformation was smooth. Her cells optimized. Her skin tightened. Her curves became firmer, more athletic.
When she woke up, she looked ten years younger.
"Oh my god," Julia stared at the mirror.
"Get dressed," Vincent laughed. "Raven, secure the data. Physical isolation. I don't want another Connors situation."
"We need an AI to manage this empire," Vincent mused. "But not Ultron."
He had plans for the Mind Stone.
"Check Tony Stark's schedule," Vincent ordered.
"Understood."
Julia pouted. I'm the secretary!
"Raven, teach Julia how to control her strength. I have another appointment."
Central Park Apartment.
Vincent arrived at the address Sandi gave him.
His harem was expanding. Natasha, Raven, Julia... and now the mercenaries. They had all bought apartments with a view of his villa. Are they spying on me or competing for me?
He knocked.
The door opened.
"Respected Demon Lord, you've finally come."
Sandi Brandenberg, with her fiery red hair, was wearing a Nun-Style Maid Outfit. The skirt was dangerously short. The neckline was dangerously low.
She bowed ninety degrees.
Vincent's eyes widened. Holy sht.*
Behind her, Inez (The Outlaw) walked out, looking uncomfortable in a matching outfit. The tough Texas cowgirl was now a blushing, fallen angel.
"Do you like it, Master?" Sandi looked up with puppy-dog eyes.
Vincent lifted her chin and kissed her. "I love it."
Inez handed him water, trembling slightly. Her former bravado was gone, replaced by a submission that excited Vincent even more.
He pulled them both to the sofa.
"Did you miss me?"
"As the Chinese saying goes: One day apart feels like three autumns," Sandi quipped.
The atmosphere heated up.
Vincent was about to make his move when a roar outside shattered the mood.
WHOOSH.
Iron Man flew past the window, trailing smoke.
Behind him, a dozen Hammer Drones were in hot pursuit, firing missiles.
Iron Man 2. The plot had arrived.
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