Norman Osborn gazed out of the window of his office. The pieces of his plan were falling into place. He had absolute control over Oz-Stark Industries, his "Iron Guards" patrolled the streets and he had the president of the United States in the palm of his hand. The rest of the world would soon be his as well, now that he had everything he wanted from those brats at the Baxter School for Young Geniuses.
Von Doom, Richards, Parker and, more importantly, Stark were all off traveling through dimensions, trying to rescue their kidnapped friends. Which effectively left Norman in charge of Oz-Stark and allowed him to appropriate Stark's, and the other's, inventions. The armor his Iron Guards wore was a perfect example; the designs were based off of Stark's own Iron Man suit.
"Mr. Osborn?" came a voice over the intercom. Norman walked over to his desk and tapped the intercom screen.
"Yes, Ms. Conover?" he replied.
"Doctor Otto Octavius is on line one." Norman sighed.
"Put him through." There was a click as the line was switched and Otto's voice came on the line.
"Mr. Osborn have you given any more thought to what we discussed?"
"You're calling me for that, Otto? I told you, I need you at the Baxter School to sort out any inventions that could be beneficial to Oz-Stark."
"Yes, but I believe I could be more help working on my own…"
"You're what, Otto, those silly arms of yours? No, I need you there. Otherwise the spies for Silver Sable International, Hammer Corporation and Roxon Industries will get the edge."
"Yes, but…"
"End of discussion Otto." Norman hung up to prevent any further protests. Suddenly, his emergency line rang. Norman scowled as he picked up.
"What is it?" he asked irritably. There were alarms going off in the background.
"Osborn, sir, subject Kane has awoken and broken free. He's currently on a rampage."
"Protect the other specimens, they're worth more than your life." Ordered Norman. He then hit another button to call the Iron Guards.
"Red squad get to lab one, immediately!"
Red squadron arrived at laboratory one to find it totally destroyed. Red one found the sole survivor and cleared the debris from around them.
"He's heading for the symbiote room," said the man, pointing, "You have to stop him." Red one nodded and motioned for the rest of the squad to follow. Kane was waiting, however, and had dropped down from the ceiling onto the back of Red Nine. The rest of the squad reacted by firing their repulsors at Kane, who was knocked back into a tube containing red ooze.
The tube shattered and the ooze began to move. It then wrapped itself around Kane and formed a suit around him. He then stood up and thrust his arm up at the ceiling; the suit extended upwards from his arm and smashed a hole in the ceiling, which Kane quickly jumped through, using the suit to project a strand of webbing. The members of Red Squadron followed suit by launching themselves into the air with their rockets.
Osborn cursed when he saw the carnage Kane had caused during his escape. He had already made arrangements for the sole survivor to be transferred to a research lab in the arctic. All that remained was to capture Kane and the symbiote. One of his lab techs was giving him a run down of the damages.
"Fortunately, sir, we still have the other clone and the original symbiote." Osborn gave him a dark look.
"What, pray tell, is fortunate about losing two top-secret projects?" he asked coldly. The lab tech shrank back.
"W…well sir," he stammered, "it would have been harder to capture two and we can still use the other clone and symbiote as you see fit." Osborn raised an eyebrow.
"They're complete?"