Evan (911Bug911)
Spider-Man #3
This issue is from Norman Osborn’s perspective.
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“I was mistaken about Peter Parker. The Oz “injection” may have granted him extraordinary abilities, but it has also ensured a premature death. I fear that an autopsy will lead to a game of ‘connect the dots,’ thus pinning his death on OsCorp. That’s why I’d like you to perform a hit, Horatio.”
Clearing his mind, Horatio takes a deep breath and shuts his eyes. To an onlooker, it may seem as if he’s stressing over the risks involved. In reality, he’s decisively planning the killing shot. His eyes jolt open and he mouths his two favorite words…
“Gladly, sir.”
Easing out of the building, Horatio slides on his sunglasses with surprising finesse. With the conversation cut short, Norman Osborn throws himself back in time.
I formerly believed that Peter Parker would be the key to creating the next super soldier. In the wake of a freak accident, he unintentionally became the first human test subject for my Oz formula. Fortunately, we had the forethought to observe him. The results were spectacular. Having been injected with the Oz through the bite of a spider, he gained unique abilities similar to the arachnid’s.
Things quickly turned sour, though. Anxious to monetize Oz, I subjected myself to it. However, I went for a more direct approach and left the spider out of the equation. Seconds after doing so, a violent reaction occurred. I was ablaze: veiled in flames. Something else we were working on didn’t agree with the introduction of fire and a nasty explosion took out a large chunk of the building. Impervious to the heat, I streaked out of the facility and found an alley to hide in.
That’s when I first noticed that the Oz had horribly disfigured me. Having startled a homeless man, I looked at my palms to see gnarled, green skin. Suddenly the warmth my body was emanating dissipated and I felt cold. As the heat left me, my hands returned to their original state. Everything from there was a blur. I woke up in my bed, far away from the chaos.
Dealing with the media was easier than someone might expect. Because I didn’t know what really caused the explosion, I didn’t need to lie.
Why was Parker so—so perfect? I needed to know, so I decided to run tests on his blood. In doing so, I learned that the Oz is slowly killing him.
The silence breaks as quickly as a twig underfoot. Norman is severed from his cloud of thoughts as the only other person in the room speaks.
“Norman, the kid’s not dying.”
Spider-Man #3
This issue is from Norman Osborn’s perspective.
----
“I was mistaken about Peter Parker. The Oz “injection” may have granted him extraordinary abilities, but it has also ensured a premature death. I fear that an autopsy will lead to a game of ‘connect the dots,’ thus pinning his death on OsCorp. That’s why I’d like you to perform a hit, Horatio.”
Clearing his mind, Horatio takes a deep breath and shuts his eyes. To an onlooker, it may seem as if he’s stressing over the risks involved. In reality, he’s decisively planning the killing shot. His eyes jolt open and he mouths his two favorite words…
“Gladly, sir.”
Easing out of the building, Horatio slides on his sunglasses with surprising finesse. With the conversation cut short, Norman Osborn throws himself back in time.
I formerly believed that Peter Parker would be the key to creating the next super soldier. In the wake of a freak accident, he unintentionally became the first human test subject for my Oz formula. Fortunately, we had the forethought to observe him. The results were spectacular. Having been injected with the Oz through the bite of a spider, he gained unique abilities similar to the arachnid’s.
Things quickly turned sour, though. Anxious to monetize Oz, I subjected myself to it. However, I went for a more direct approach and left the spider out of the equation. Seconds after doing so, a violent reaction occurred. I was ablaze: veiled in flames. Something else we were working on didn’t agree with the introduction of fire and a nasty explosion took out a large chunk of the building. Impervious to the heat, I streaked out of the facility and found an alley to hide in.
That’s when I first noticed that the Oz had horribly disfigured me. Having startled a homeless man, I looked at my palms to see gnarled, green skin. Suddenly the warmth my body was emanating dissipated and I felt cold. As the heat left me, my hands returned to their original state. Everything from there was a blur. I woke up in my bed, far away from the chaos.
Dealing with the media was easier than someone might expect. Because I didn’t know what really caused the explosion, I didn’t need to lie.
Why was Parker so—so perfect? I needed to know, so I decided to run tests on his blood. In doing so, I learned that the Oz is slowly killing him.
The silence breaks as quickly as a twig underfoot. Norman is severed from his cloud of thoughts as the only other person in the room speaks.
“Norman, the kid’s not dying.”