"Father," Adrian breathed into the cold night air.
How fitting that his father might be the grotesque, six-armed madman that had turned him into this hideous creature. Taskmaster had withheld that crucial information from him while he worked for him. Adrian wished that he didn't know now. The knowledge of a father who used him as one of his experiments was a burden too painful to carry. He was an outcast because of him.
While he fought on the helicarrier and got a good look at the Octopus, he knew. A single memory of betrayal came to him. No pleasant birthday parties or father-son bonding time. The only true memory he got back was his father restraining him on a hard, metal table and telling him that this was for his own good. He remembered calling him father. He didn't believe it at the time.
Adrian gazed down at his feather covered hands and arms. This man purposefully created a monster. According to him Adrian had wanted it.
"Why would I long for such torture? What was I so desperate for?" he asked himself.
Octavius had the answers. He knew it. It wouldn't really matter anymore. Octavius saw him as nothing more than a tool for power. His existence would be meaningless regardless of what he did or didn't remember.
Shield wouldn't take him in after he had attacked them. Doctor Octopus only manipulated him. He had no one. He definitely wouldn't crawl to Spider-man for help. He couldn't if he wanted to. All he wanted was to be alone.
He hoped that after more searching he would find his mother or some other relative that cared for him. The more he found, however, the less he believed anyone did. After finding out that all of Octavius' files at Oscorp had been deleted, he felt so cheated. Now this man, possibly his only blood relative he knew of, controlled him with this suit. Every day he could feel part of himself die.
Sometimes he tried to assure himself that Octavius wasn't really his father. He told himself that he had just called him that because he was scared at the time. He wasn't thinking clearly while he was being experimented on. Maybe Octavius just reminded him of his father. Now Adrian wondered if he had had a broken family or at least an abusive father. It didn't matter if he did or didn't. He couldn't remember.
There could have been others like him. Of course, there had to be. If only he could break free from this binding suit and search for them. Maybe they knew about where Octavius kept their erased memories.
"My memories might not even exist. He didn't need to save them," Adrian sighed.
If he let himself believe that, then he'd have no reason to go on. He would make the Octopus pay if he couldn't get back what he had lost. Even then what would he do after that? What would he do with himself? He had nowhere to go, no one to go to, and no way of supporting himself. This was all hopeless.
Suddenly, the suit spread out his wings and made him fly high up into the sky. Octavius had summoned him to do his bidding once more.
I may continue this in the near future if Vulture becomes relevant again in season 4 of USM.