Rosie Octavius watched her husband, a soft smile resting on the lips she might have been named after. Her deep brown eyes traveled to the mechanical arms attached to his back and flinched, very slightly. He never complained and she knew that they were a great help, but she also knew that they must hurt him.
"...Precious trinium. Only 25 pounds of it exist..."
Her smile widened a bit at the proud note in Otto's voice, and her eyes danced and glittered. He had spent so many long years on his research, and now it was about to pay off, finally. I'm so proud of you, Otto.
"...I'd like to thank Harry Osbourne and Oscorp for their continuing support." Rosie's smile wavered very slightly as her chocolate eyes flickered towards Harry. She knew Otto got tired of him and his... attitude. "Happy to pay the bills, Otto."
Otto rolled his eyes and then turned his head slightly, his eyes meeting Rosie's. He smiled at her, and even though he didn't say a word, Rosie heard everything he said. This is it. My dream is finally coming true. I'm finally going to do it.
She smiled a smile meant only for him and responded with her eyes. I know. I'm so proud of you. I love you.
His own eyes returned the message. I love you.
All of this in less than a second. Otto turned back to his work, and Rosie heard him mutter quietly, "The power of the sun... in the palm of my hand." Her smile flickered briefly at the new tone in his voice, but only for a moment before Otto was starting the program. She crossed her fingers behind her back. Please... no miscalculations. Let this be the day that it works. And then...
An assistant called something about a success, but all Rosie knew was the triumphant beam on her husband's face. You did it, Otto. He turned to grin at her and Rosie couldn't help but chuckle; he looked like a kid at Christmas.
Otto turned back to his work, and Rosie closed her eyes briefly. The past few nights had been long ones... Otto had wanted to make sure that everything was perfect, that there couldn't possibly be any flaws, no miscalculations—and Rosie had stayed up with him, for support, and a constantly full pot of coffee. She might have dozed off against the wall if the shouts hadn't woken her up... Shouts? Her eyes snapped open to see that the glowing golden ball had grown enormous, then glanced to her right to see that the observers were quickly losing their belongings—watches, necklaces... she noticed Peter Parker grab his camera, glance around and quickly race out of the room. Rosie's eyes traveled back to her husband. What happened? Was he right? You said you couldn't possibly have made a miscalculation...
But Otto didn't look her way. He was fighting to get the machinery under control... And it looked as though he was fighting a losing battle. Rosie heard the support beams creak dangerously and glanced around the room sharply, her eyes coming to rest on the glass door, which seemed to be quivering... Somehow she didn't think that was supposed to be happening...
Several things happened in the split second that followed.
The glass broke out of the door and flew towards the trinium—and Rosie.
Rosie screamed, but she was barely aware of it.
Otto turned his attention to Rosie at last. His eyes widened, and he yelled—though he too was only barely aware of it.
Rosie's eyes flickered towards her husband. You tried your hardest... there's nothing more you could do. You didn't mean for this to happen. I still love you. I always loved you.
Please don't leave me, I'm sorry, this wasn't supposed to happen... I need you, don't leave... Otto started toward her, but as soon as he moved, time instantly swung back into its proper course... and it was too late.