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Eddie inside a tube, hooked-up to god knows how many tubes. Inside the tube was cold as hell. To the point his breathe was white smoke. He was reduce to boxier short and pressed against metal. Very least he got to have a warm shower beforehand. It was the first one since becoming homeless, so the guy can’t complain. The former villain is curious about the circumstances though.
Obviously it going to involve a lot of painful experiments.
Unfortunately nobody told the guy jack. General ditch him the moment he enter this strange room. Outside the glass barrier, there were hundreds of computer screen displaying scientific information he couldn’t grasp. All displayed with advanced term no sane person understands. The kind of gibberish that loser Peter would unravel. Still, it doesn’t matter. If he lives, dies, or becomes a zombie, it was all the same. Monster deserve to perish in ablaze.
“Hello, Eddie, feeling comfortable?” A stranger ask, breaking his focus.
That was the first friendly comment he heard in a long time. The lab rat pretty sure it was a facade. A mask the stranger wearing to keep Eddie from doing anything stupid. In the old days he would’ve told the dick to cut the shit. However decided to play this game. After spending so long as a beaten bum and has a government prisoner. He wanted starve for so humanity, even if it was to string him along as a puppet.
“I’m… Descent.” Eddie said. Just blurring the first nice sounding word he thought.
“Care to elaborate?” Stranger asked in mild-curiosity.
“Nah. I just wanna get this shit over with. Don’t have to beat around the blush with me, Doc. Just tell me what you need to know. Tell me what I need know. So we can get this over with. You know?”
“I get you, I get you. Thankfully all I need to know is how you feeling. This is a dangerous process. I have to make sure your fully there. Understand you have quite the history.”
“True.”
“To clarify. Being a villain one thing. Being poor and force here another. You been with a monster that controlled your mind and body for years. One with a very complex relationship with our target. You can see where this is going, right?”
Eddie mind was fuzz over the time period. He still remembers those event, just not clearly. It’s was paradoxical. In a continuous state on limbo. Like trying to look through a soap-greased-up window. Painful the more he focused on the topic. Hard to state retail the detail for more than a moment at a time. The former enemy just lied. Giving a quick nod to the doc.
“Good. I have to ask, how do you feel about this?”
“This project, the mission, or my newly discovered son?”
“Yes.”
“Smart ass.” He said unaware that the black oozes follows through the tube. Enter the man vein without a moment struggles. “If you have to know, fine. Deep down I want this shit to kill me. I ain’t hero or worthwhile. I done my fair share of harm. So last thing I want is a child I never knew.”
“So why are you doing this? I thought you were doing this to adopt the kid or something.”
“Nah. I might not be right in the head. I can grasp the shit-stain I am. Everything I touch rots. So I want that kid far, far away from me. All I want is make sure I do, what a father should. Provide some protection from the hellfire going on around him.”
The scientist paused from the motion of typing. He glared at Eddie with an unmistakable expression of hatred. Like he seeing his father killer for first time. Although Eddie knew they never properly met, but that didn’t mean squint here. The scientists swiftly began typing away at the keyboard once more. This time man pounding at the buttons. Like he trying to chain that endless aggression inside a small box.
The lab rat didn’t enjoy this one bit. He felt trapped. Trapped inside with a mad man. “Doc?” The man asked hesitantly.
“You want hear a secret?” The scientist said resting his palms against the various buttons. Head till up in a sinister manner. “You want to know why we given-up on finding an antidote or antibodies or whatever?”
There no reply. For none was needed. The genius just shouting the words out loud. With no regards on getting reply.
“See, I was infested. I was one of those red-marked psychopaths in New York. Yet I and Wolverine got lucky. We found the cure. He reverse the virus and the facial damage, instantaneously I might add.”
“He?”
“Poison, your target has complete control over the virus. I can’t say how I got here or why I was there. You understand? Classified crap. I can tell you what I learned from that exchange. Wanna hear.” Man sarcastically shrugged. Turning his face to reveal he was Pym, bearing a painted on red cross. “See long ago I hit my wife. For longest time a multi of excuses were made for me.”
This was becoming more and more unsettling. The cold air now insufferable to inhale. This felt like the grim reaper hover over the room.
“Insanity.”
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“Pym Particles exposure.”
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“Bipolar.”
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“And number of other junk. Yet when I came across that disease I knew the truth. I was finally able to accept it. I like hurting people. I really do.” Pym stood direct in front of Eddie with absolutely loathsome grin. “The virus free me from myself. I want my freedom back. Pathetic? I know, but I can least admit it, finally.”
The two stood with the glass barrier between them. There a silent for the longest time. A mad man on both sides, waiting for the other to finch.
“So stop pretending you anything more than a thug, Eddie. We both know you just want another kick. Another go at Spider-Man. Your boy just an excuse.” Said prior to spitting at the cold glass. There no response to Pym words, expect his own hateful expression being reflected through Eddie. “That’s a boy. Once we’re done here, your going do a test run. Here’s the targets. Read it when we’re done.”
The papers had three names: Quick-Silver, Speed, and Hulking.