Blood was spilling all across the table and floor, a purple mixture seeped out of the child's open wounds. The cuts were deep, deep enough to see bone. It had to be or the child's healing factor would close the cut up before they could get enough blood.
"Please try and contain the blood." A tried scientist expressed. "We don't want it to bleed out."
"Highly unlike." Another scientist commented.
"True." The first scientist said. "But there's only one of the child."
"There will be more." A new scientist entered, arms covered in the purple blood.
"If we can get the formula right." The second scientist grumbled.
"What about BR-51?" The blood-covered scientist asked.
"The boss wanted them to be killing machines, not sentient people." The first scientists said.
"What happened to BR-51 then?" The second scientists commented.
"On a mission but due to us adding too much human DNA its began to feel, and don't get me started on how difficult it was to control it." The first scientists expressed.
"Now what?" Scientists number three asked.
"We add more of the child's DNA but we need to find a balance until then every experience has been a failure." The first scientists sighed.
"We have time." The second scientist added.
"How much time? How long until they, figure somethings wrong." Scientists three-pointed.
The first scientists glanced between the two others before glancing towards the bleeding, screaming child.
"However long they give us."
Norman Osborn sat at the desk of his office. He stared at sheets and plans. Step by step it was all falling into place.
The experiments haven't been a success except for BR-51 but BR was on a mission and once that mission was over he'll be dealt with.
Norman's phone began to vibrate on the table, Norman silently reached out to see the caller. He smiled.
"I must say, I wasn't expecting a call." Norman grinned.
"Don't start being wordy to me Norman, are the subjects ready?" The voice on the other line spat.
"In time my friend." Norman glanced down at his watch, he had a meeting in an hour.
"Time. Isn't on our side Osborn. I want the spiders now."
"I understand, and they'll come. As of now, we have one that's stable."
"Then where is it?"
"On a small mission, but it wouldn't be any use to you."
"And why would that be?"
"BR-51 is too, human to be used as mindless slaves, it acts too much like the original."
"I see. Now, what mission may 51 be on?"
Norman pushes up a small statue on his desk, revealing a small code pad.
"Mission Nuclear," Norman responded, he punched in four digits before his desk opened him half. Under the desk was a staircase, leading down to something.
"My, my." The called said. "Do you really think our test subject is up to it?" Norman looked towards the screen of his computer, the Avengers seem to be having fun.
"Yes, yes I do." Norman then ended the call before descending down the stair. Everything was going as plan.
Outside his office, a brown-haired boy stared eyes wide at the hall. Something was going on and he had to know. He had to let Pete know.
And that's the end of chapter 19. Things are coming together, what exactly is in store for our heroes? You'll just have to wait and see. Something I want to say is that my friends and I started this little joke because one of our friends forgot the word for bisexual so she said semi-lesbian and now that how we always refer to bisexuals. the reason I bring this up is because this joke has been going on for over half a year and one of my friends said they want to make this a thing so I said I will bring in up in my next updates, so here I have. Anyway, hope you enjoyed.
