The Amazing Spider-Man 3
Prologue
Richard Parker took one last look at his notes before making the worst mistake of his life.
"Norman, the suit isn't stable yet. You haven't given me nearly enough time to complete it."
Norman Osborn scoffed at this statement. "Richard, you've had a whole year to work on this. I've invested millions of dollars into Project V.E.N.O.M. I'm not going to let you stall any longer. I shouldn't have trusted you with V.E.N.O.M."
"Norman, listen to me. Give me two more weeks. Two more weeks is all I need to stabilize the formula! Otherwise, this... thing-" he pointed at some black goo in a sealed container. "-could be toxic, and I won't be held responsible for anything that happens."
"Then so be it. Give it to me."
Richard sighed. He grabbed the container and handed it to Norman. He grit his teeth as Norman snatched it away from him.
"Really, Parker. What could possibly go wrong?"
Norman unscrewed the lid and dipped his fingers inside. "Oh, that's so... cold." ha stated. He looked up at Richard. "See? Nothing to worry ab- AHHHHHH!"
Richard jumped back as he watched the goo cover Norman's entire body.
"Richard! Help me!"
He didn't know whether to help Norman or run away. Oh God, oh God, oh God... Wh- what have I created? he thought.
Norman was flailing all over the place, using every ounce of energy he had to try and shake the black goo off of himself. He was knocking over equipment and chemicals. Eventually he hit his head hard on the corner of a lab table and was knocked unconscious. The suit continued to cover him.
"Oh God! Norman!" Richard backed up and waited. Then, when he was sure Norman was dead, he saw a hand emerge from the darkness.
"Norman!" Richard grabbed the hand and pulled as hard as possible. Norman's face eventually could be seen, but it wasn't the same.
It was absolutely hideous. There were patches of green all over, and his eyes were bloodshot. Richard also noticed that his nails were gray and sharp. He looked like a goblin.
Richard pulled once more, and that time he was able to free Norman Osborn from the blob of blackness that sat in the middle of the lab. They both sat there and gasped for air. Richard pulled out his inhaler and took a deep breath.
"I need it." Norman mumbled.
This caught Richards attention. "What?"
"I need it." Norman repeated.
"What? Need what?"
"I need the suit!" Norman tried to dive back into the goo, but Richard held him back. "NO! Have you gone mad?"
Norman started laughing maniacally, trying to kick Richard off. "Let go, Parker!" he said with a cackle.
Richard, in a panic, grabbed Norman and threw him against the wall, pinning him there. Norman struggled against him.
"Listen to me, Norman. I'm going to fix this. I will. But you... need... to-" Richard grabbed a flask and slammed it into Norman's head. "-STOP!"
Norman slumped to the ground, and blood trickled down the left side of his face. The blood, Richard noticed, was dark green.
"I did this. Oh my God... I- I did this!"
Richard scrambled around, trying to find his notes. He had to find a way to fix this. When he found them, he frowned. They were ripped apart and covered in chemicals, rendering them useless. "No..." It was too late. Richard had failed Norman. He knew eventually he would have to make it right. "Don't worry, Norman," he whispered. "I'll make you better. I swear it."