STATEN ISLAND

Loud noises filled the inside of the top of the silo located on a secluded farm located in a wooded area of the borough. Inside the silo, which resembled that of a makeshift workshop, was the farm's one and only occupant, being that of a tall, bald man in his late fifties with pale skin, average physical build, and a long, pointy nose. Though he wore a white cloth shirt, dark pants, and boots, he also wore a black apron, black gloves, and safety goggles. All to aid him when using an arc cutter against the left shoulder pad of what appeared to be a metal harness on a steel table, causing electricity to fly. Hanging on the wall on the left side were two more of this man's creations, namely what appeared to be silver wings composed of razor-sharp silver blades that resembled bird feathers.

The man working on this harness out of his blood, sweat, and tears was Adrien Storm. Former aerodynamics engineer, inventor, and owner co-owner of OsStorm, an electronics and chemical company that had sense had a new name and no longer had him running it. A fact that turned Adrien from a brilliant inventor and respected businessman to a bitter, shut-in consumed with anger and a thirst for vengeance.

Finally, Adrien turned off his arc cutter as he successfully made the adjustment he needed for the shoulder pad, removed his goggles, and smiled when he got a good look at his own handiwork. "Ahh, sheer perfection," said Adrien with almost dark glee, but through the corner of his right eye, he noticed something that turned his smile into a vicious scowl. "Or at least perfection that HE can't steal!"

It was that of an old, small, squared TV with a small crack on the screen, sitting on the table across from him. One that he managed to retrieve from out of the junkyard that he was forced to work at and, except for the cracked screen, had since restored to work thanks to his engineering skills. The channel it was on showed a news report with a male anchor with blonde hair and bronze tanned skin, mainly from a tanning bed he purchased thanks to his years as 'lead reporter.' The left side of the screen showed a picture of Norman Osborn dressed in a business suit and looking poised, indicating that he was the top story and something that made Adrien's blood boil.

"In other news," said the reporter. "It looks like Oscorp is refusing to be second best to Stark Industries regarding technology. CEO, Norman Osborn plans to unveil what he says is the next step in helping our armed forces defend our country. Sally Floyd has more."

Adrien couldn't hear Sally's voice when the camera cut to her, as both the picture and mention of Norman Osborn filled his mind with pure rage. So much so that his eyes almost popped out of his head. "Oh, that technology is much more than just 'state of the art.' I should know; it's MY work!"

TEN YEARS PRIOR

… a furious Adrien, dressed in a brown business suit, was inside the large meeting room of, as it was called at the time, the OsStorm Headquarters building. Also present in the room was Norman, who sat at the end of the large square table with other top executives present. Standing by the two double doors were two muscular bodyguards; both wore brown suits, earpieces, and sunglasses, one an African American man with a goatee and the other a bald fair-skinned man.

And this day, Adrien heard Norman say two words that drove him livid! "What the hell do you mean I'm out?!"

"I mean exactly what I said," Norman replied coldly, still not showing any emotion, even when he saw that Adrien was inches away from exploding. "As of now, your employment has been officially terminated and thus stripped of your ownership stake. I didn't want it to come to this, Adrien, given our history and how we both built this company from the ground up. But your actions have left the board and myself no other choice."

"'Actions'?! What actions?!" asked an incensed Adrien with venom in his voice. "The only actions I've ever taken, Norman, is that I've designed and created machines that not only were for the good of this company but also change the world as we know it!" Adrien pointed an angry finger at Norman across the room as he continued. "Whereas YOUR actions consisted of attending expensive parties, hanging out with the elite, and having 'candy'! Oh, and to be clear, that's 'Candi' with an 'I' at the end!"

This clarification caused many of the male executives to cringe in embarrassment, as the 'Candi' that Adrien was revering to wasn't a food but a person who was very 'out-going' when it came to pleasing people. "Yes, we know," said one pudgy executive with greying brown hair and matching mustache in embarrassment as he spent some time with this Candi, even though he's married. "Everyone knows."

Despite being embarrassed, the blushing Norman sensed that the meeting was getting off track and waved his hand to get everyone's attention. "More importantly," he called out. "As for what you did to call for your dismissal, it's the fact that you sold OsStorm's most sensitive information to someone from a competing company."

Naturally, this answer left Adrien completely baffled. "What?! That's ridiculous! Norman, you, of all people should know that I would never endanger what you and I built by going behind the backs of you and everyone who works here! What proof do you have of me doing such a thing?!

Norman answered this by pulling a small black remote and pressing the red button. This resulted in the large TV turning on and showing a video feed of Adrien inside the parking lot, handing an envelope containing OsStorm information inside to a man in a trench coat and glasses.

Something which put Adrien in a state of shock and confusion. "W-Wait a minute! That's not me! I don't even know who that other person-!"

"Enough!" Norman barked out, cutting off Adrien as he tried to explain himself. Now that he attained the quiet that he needed, he continued. "Not only does this video show clear as day what you did, Adrien, but it's also a betrayal to everyone who works for OsStorm! It's also something which has been sent to the police before calling you here, and as much as it hurts me to say this, it's made you a problem. One that needs to be eliminated."

Before anyone in the room said another word, the meeting came to a complete halt when everyone heard the double doors opening. This caused everyone to turn and see three police officers entering the room.

"Officers, perfect timing," said Norman in a somewhat grateful tone, as he wanted to get the dismissal of now FORMER partner over with. "He's all yours."

Without hesitation, one of the officers, a young African American male, grabbed Adrien's arms and began to cuff him. "Adrien Storm, you are under arrest for corporate sabotage."

Adrien was so angry that he couldn't even hear the officer read him his rights. All he could do was struggle in vain as the other officers grabbed and restrained him. "No, no, get your damn hands off me! Osborn's the real criminal here, not me!" Adrien roared as he was dragged away. As they exited the door and entered the hallway, Adrien looked over his shoulder and gave Norman one last hateful glare. "This isn't over, Norman! You'll pay for this, you hear me! I swear it! You will pay…!"

PRESENT DAY

….The memory of that humiliating day was still fresh on Adrien's mind. How it resulted in him serving a ten-year sentence at Ryker's, and upon release, he was sent back to Statin Island and forced into employment at a junkyard ever since. A life which, as far as Adrien was concerned, was a different kind of prison. As it was a life of mediocrity that would make him waste his talents, a far cry from his former life as both a respected business owner and inventor. And the cause of his misery was on the news, taking credit for his work after taking over the company that had since been renamed Oscorp. It didn't take long for his rage to finally boil over to the point where he instinctively picked up a nearby screwdriver and threw it at the TV, shattering the screen and abruptly turning it off.

After a few seconds, Adrien's rage subsided, and he began to think straight. However, once he saw the now smoking TV, he closed his eyes and let out an aggravated breath, knowing that he had no one else to blame but himself for its destruction. "That…was the TV that took me a week to get working again," he whispered in aggravation, then opened his eyes to see what damage he caused. "And from the looks of things, it'll take me another week to fix." Just as Adrien made that assessment, electricity began to spark from the TV, and it didn't take long for it to burst into flames. Something caused Adrien further irritation. "And by one week to fix, I mean never!" Suddenly, Adrien caught a brief glimpse of the front page of a magazine with Norman's face pinned on the wall straight across the room and had numerous playing darts on it.

And the sight of the one man that Adrien hated most in the world reignited his dark thirst for revenge. "You know what, it doesn't matter anyway! I don't need some news report to remind me of the bastard who took away ten years of my life and the company I helped build!"

Suddenly, more sparks fly from the destroyed TV, causing it to smoke and catch on fire. "Holy hell!" Adrien yelled in a panic, then picked up a fire extinguisher nearby and sprayed it on the TV to put out the fire before it could burn down the silo. Once the fire was extinguished, Adrien looked back at the harness and the wings he was working on and allowed an evil smirk to appear on his face. "Plus, soon. REAL soon, Norman's going to find out that he's not the only one with power! And he's going to find out the hard way!"