Summary: Barry Allen is an aspiring scientist working on next level weather technology. This project he and his best friend Cisco have been working on could change lives for the better. But things don't go as planned when they inadvertently draw the storm to them. In a moment of bravery, Barry charges into the strange storm and begins his new life as the Flash!
Inspired by Tony Stark, the Iron Man. Barry sets out to be his own superhero. Deciding to keep a secret identity, Barry juggles work as a CSI and a vigilante. Unfortunately, conspiring individuals seek to capture the fastest man alive and use his power for their own gain.
A/N: This is a new origin for The Flash. This story is set in the Marvel Cinematic Universe, so besides the Flash and his team there won't be any other DC characters. The story will follow Barry and how he ends up joining the Avengers. This Barry is based off the CW show, so Caitlin and Cisco will also be included in the story.
I will update the chapters for spelling errors occasionally. Any questions, feel free to leave a comment! Thank you to anyone who's come across this story. I hope you enjoy it!
Chapter 1: A Hero is Born
The storm was otherworldly. Clouds shrouded the night sky in a blanket of gray and darkness. Lightning arced across a vast sea of rolling thunder. A boom shook the ground followed by the flash of a lightning bolt striking the earth a couple miles south. I had seen quite a few storms in the past few months, but nothing quite like this.
My tech-genius best friend, Cisco, spoke up from inside the van, "Dude, this is insane!" A brazen smile grew across his face as I smiled back at him. Cisco was my life long friend and lab-partner. He was a Hispanic man with brown eyes and long brown hair that touched his shoulders. He had a pension for sweets and loved geek-culture. I wouldn't be here now without him.
"Don't worry!" I yelled over the wind. "The storm's moving west... sort of. It seems to be circling for no reason, but we shouldn't see any lightning strikes near us for another twenty miles."
"Well If you're sure, and I'm only half-sure, then I suppose that's as safe as we can be." Cisco ducked back into the van to prep our newly built experiment. For a couple years we've been working on a Weather-Repositioning-Matrix. Or, Wyrm, for short. The device was about the size of a basketball mounted onto a Stark issued drone. To surmise; we wanted to create a way to move storms and other natural disasters away from civilization. If we could prevent farmland from being flooded and vice versa, even prevent droughts. It would effectively eliminate food shortages and potentially save countless lives. We'd be a shoe-in for a humanitarian award. The amount of possibilities for this device were limitless. Which raised the question on how dangerous this could be. Cisco and I wanted to develop this tech for the good of mankind and patent it so that it wouldn't be used for corporate gain or God forbid, used to harm people. We swore to each other that we wouldn't sell out to a greedy Big Tech.
A series of rumbles followed by traveling lightning caught my eye. This storm was all kinds of weird. Unfortunately it was the only one we could work within our time frame. We wanted to present our creation at the Stark Expo in a few weeks. That kind of attention would attract the right kind of funding, namely Stark himself. Tony Stark went from a warmonger to a superhero. The man put a stop to his own company from selling arms and ammunition to the very people we were at war with. It said a lot. We figured, if any company would help promote and develop our Wyrm technology without letting it fall into the wrong hands, it was going to be Stark Industries.
I turned my attention back to the storm. I could clearly see lightning travel amidst the clouds. The lightning storm itself seemed to be... circling. On top of it's strange move pattern, I could've sworn I saw different colored lightning. It wasn't all too strange to see various colors of lightning. Anything from orange and yellow to blue and white. However, it was odd to see them all in the same storm clouds. And I could swear I saw mixes of green and red lightning.
"The drone is raring to go captain!" Cisco called from the van. He had a habit of slipping into pirate talk when we were out scouting for storms. "It'd be a fine day for sailing!" he said as the drone from atop the roof of the van whirred, turning on. Our Wyrm was safely integrated into the drones interior shell making the drone look slightly bloated. The drone ascended into the darkness above, the only thing keeping it visible were the lights on it. He counted down from five and the drone shot into the terrifying storm at record speed! "Woooohooo!" Cisco cheered as he piloted the drone.
Not wanting to miss the spectacle I rushed into the van from the back doors. Cisco was hunched over a computer monitor with an overwhelmingly complicated remote control in his hands. One of the computer monitors showed video from the drones perspective. On it you could see nothing but shadowy darkness. Occasionally a burst of light would erupt from nowhere and blind the screen. On the left side of the screen was a GPS mini-map, tracking the drone. It was the only way we could fly it and know where it was going. The second monitor showed telemetry as well as altitude level among other things.
We spent a few minutes getting the drone into position. The storm was changing direction on us constantly but we managed to maneuver the drone to fly inside the center of the storm, following it in a clockwise motion. Cisco gave an appreciative grin and said, "This is it, man. We're about to change the world!" After a few more commands imputed into the computer, Cisco turned to me with a glint in his eye, "The Wyrm is ready for activation. On your order cap'n."
My heart raced with excitement. We were really doing this. Three years in college theorizing about weather controlling tech, two years designing it, and countless nights of research. It was all about to come to fruition. It wasn't an understatement to say this would be my greatest accomplishment ever. "Fire at will," I said.
Cisco pressed the Enter key on the keyboard and the Wyrm roared to life. On screen, the satellite visual of the storm fluctuated briefly before resuming normal behavioral patterns. Carefully and with a steady hand, Cisco tilted the joystick ever so slightly. In response a massive gust of wind rocked the van in its entirety! The vehicle tipped briefly before slamming back onto the ground, knocking over random papers and equipment. "Sorry! Sorry," he said grinning like a madman. Cisco adjusted a few settings on the controller and the strong winds died down immediately. The drone was now flying opposite our direction and by God the storm followed it. Our moment of joy and elation was cut short by a beeping. In flashing red the words Lost Connection displayed itself on the computer screen.
"What's happening?" I asked, concerned. "The drone was doing fine a second ago!" Faintly I could hear the wind picking back up again. Light rain started to pelt the van.
"I don't know," Cisco said, then stood up checking other equipment. "I think our dish came loose from the wind!" More warning messages started popping up. Without waiting he moved to the computer and started to make adjustments to the Wyrm OS. "Oh shit, Barry," he said with wide eyes and a strained voice.
"What, what is it?!"
"The drone's coming back. It's programmed to return to its station if it loses connection. We need that dish back online!"
I nodded understanding. Fear etched at the back of my neck and in my chest. We didn't account for this to happen and now a massive and overwhelmingly dangerous thunderstorm was homed in on us. "I'll get the dish. You figure out how to shut down the Wyrm," I ordered and got out of the van. I climbed it's exterior ladder and onto the roof. There we had various satellite dishes and antennas. To my horror the dish that was broken, was broken in half. A piece of shrapnel was embedded in the Stark drone charging station. We had fashioned it to the roof along with the other equipment and now it was damaged beyond my knowledge of repair. I had no way of turning it off now. What do I do?
Cisco shouted from inside the van. I could barely hear him over the torrent of wind and rain that assaulted me. "Barry! I can't shut it off!"
A thought occurred. It was a stupid and dangerous idea, but we were doomed anyway. Or at least one of us was. Uncertainty and doubt cursed my mind but when I looked up at the storm and thought about my friend... I steeled my resolve. "Cisco!" I yelled back, "Get up here and screw in the dish. I don't have any tools!"
"On it!" He called back. I jumped off the van, hitting the ground and barely making the landing. Immediately I got into the driver's seat. Cisco had just got out through the back doors and was about to climb the ladder when I hit the gas pedal. The van lurched forward and a panicked Cisco shouted in realization, "Barry! No!" But I didn't listen and stepped on it.
The van was at max speed as I drove into the storm. I figured, instead of changing the direction to left or right, I'd slow down the storm and maybe even reverse its direction. If I made it far enough. In the rear view mirror I could see my best friend, completely distraught. My own tears fell down at the gravity of it all. This is it, I thought. My last thoughts turned to my dad... to my mom. On my right a blast of lightning struck the ground in a brilliant explosion! Then another and another. It was so bizarre, each lightning strike was a different color. One blue, the other red. Until... right in front of me a bolt of yellow light flashes before my eyes and then darkness.