Prologue

Harry sat in a less than comfy chair, holding a black phone to his ear. In front of him sat a grumpy looking old man, dressed in wrinkled clothes. The old man had liver spots on his bald head and his nose was abnormally long.

The man scowled at Harry before picking up the phone that was next to him.

"Osborne." He hissed.

"Toomes."Harry replied flatly.

"What do you want?" The old man growled.

"I have a business proposition for you." Harry replied.

The Old man chuckled.

"The last time I heard that, it was coming out of your fathers mouth. I don't know if daddy ever told you about me, but we didn't get along."

"Understandable, I wasn't exactly his biggest fan either." Harry said, leaning forward.

"Have you ever heard my story?" The old man asked.

"I'm afraid I haven't had the pleasure." Harry sighed, resting his chin on his hand.

"Years ago, the US government offered Oscorp a contract to design a flight suit of sorts. Designed so that one man could carry out search and destroy missions deep behind enemy lines." Toomes explained.

"The first design resulted in the construction of the Special Projects Type 1 Glider and the Advanced Combat Armor. I'm sure your familiar with it."

Harry grinned.

"Very."

"The seccond design, my design, was superior in every way. It was more practical. It outperformed the Glider and ACA in every way possible. The data proved it, but your father couldn't stand to see his personal design be shown up by the work of one of his employees. So he submitted the ACA and Glider specs to the Department of Defense, despite the outcry from me and my team." Toomes continued.

"Of course, when the Pentagon saw what Norman had given them, they laughed. They laughed him right out of the meeting and scrapped the contract. As a result, he took it out on us, his employees. I told him that we should try submitting my design to the government, in hopes to reacquire the contract. Norman refused and when I tried to reason with him, he fired me and my team. I tried to take my work with us, but security ensured we left with nothing but the clothes on our back."

"So you're creation sits in my farther's building, hidden from you." Harry concluded.

"Yes, Norman wouldn't have just threw away millions of dollars of research." Toomes hissed.

"Well Adrian, that's what I was meaning to talk to you about. You see, believe it or not, I have quite the bone to pick with Oscorp as well. I won't bore you with the whole story, but let's just say I'd love nothing more then to see that house of cards tumbling down." Harry explained.

The old man narrowed his eyes at the young man.

"What if I told you I could get you your flight harness back?" Harry asked.

"How could you possibly do that?" Toomes grumbled.

"I have a friend who's on call for a job, he can get you into Oscorp." Harry explained.

"What's the catch? I highly doubt you're doing this just to be nice." The old man asked, still skeptical of the idea.

"There's no catch. You get your creation back, you can take revenge on people that wronged you. You can show them that your invention can defeat anything that would dare challenge you for control of the skies." Harry explained.

Toomes seemed to like the idea.

"Hmmm...yes...I could defeat anything...anyone."

"Even Spider Man?" Harry asked.

The old man scoffed.

"Of course. If he tries to stop me from taking what's mine, I'll squish him against the side of a building."

Harry smiled wickedly.

"Just what I want to hear."