Brooklyn, New York - 2023, 37 years later...
" What happens when I mix up lime with water... limewater... " Barry said quietly as he spreaded some lime powder into a becher full of water. The mixing made some limewater, with a bright white color. " Of course... I hate limewater. "
The 49-year-old scientist took the becher and spilled the liquid inside the sink before putting it back onto the table. He took off his lab coat before throwing it onto the coat rack. Then, bored, he left the building... until a colleague called him out.
" Hey Barry ! "
" Oh. It's you Mark. " He said with a smile.
" Staying late ? "
" Yep. That's me. "
" Wanna hang around with the others tonight ? "
" No. I never hang around with anyone. "
" How about the math nerd ? Toby ? "
" Toby ?! Thankfully he's my friend. Otherwise he wouldn't be around my house anymore. "
" You sure you're not coming ? "
" Yeah. I've got to re-rewatch the list of all the molecules existing in the universe. "
" Wow. Boring. Well see ya tomorrow. "
" Tomorrow... " Both left the building.
Half an hour later...
Barry Quinton returned home, closing the door behind him. Immediately, Cody, Toby's dog, ran to him and jumped to lick his cheek.
" Cody ! Am I so glad to see you again ! Who's my favorite dog ?! Yes it's you. "
" Hello, Barry ! " Toby arrived from his bedroom, wearing his pyjama.
" Look, Cody ! The party pooper. "
" Haha. Anyway, how was work. "
" Work was work as usual. "
" Nothing special ?! "
" Well... No attack, no suicide, no burn out, no incident... Nothing special... "
" Aren't you glad to see your day ending so nicely, with this beautiful full moon. "
" No. "
" Why ?! "
" Because that's always the same thing since ten years : fabricating some serums, vaccins and cures. Nothing more exciting, like a poison or a bomb... "
" Have you heard yourself ? Couldn't take another meeting with Dr. Perez... after nine years ?! "
" Yes, I will... once I find the solution to how Jesus died. "
" Idiot. No one will ever find out. "
" That you say. " He winked to him.
" Anyway. What are you planning to do ? "
" Remembering the list of all the molecules existing in the world. " He sat down on a chair and read the list of molecules.
" And ? "
" And I'll take a shower and sleep to death... if I'm lucky. "
" That's it ?! "
" I may be obliged to head to the toilet... you know... to evacuate the pee. "
" Barry... It's Friday night ! This day, we do something crazy ! "
" Crazy... Like jumping off that bridge and dying when we touch the water ?! "
" I know this was disgusting but... "
" No. I ain't going anywhere. " He continued counting his molecules.
" Wait... Do you remember that promise ? "
" What promise ? "
" What you told me, 37 years ago ? "
" Maybe the fact... That I might be able to get us some acid... "
" Exactly. We... will steal... some acid ! "
" ... Wait what ? "
" That's what you told me ! Pinky swear ! " He showed him his pinky finger.
" Yeah, listen... I ain't into stealing anymore. "
" What why ? Is this because of this damn clinic before ?! Or maybe the psy Perez ? "
" Listen... I admit : before, if I still was 12 years old, I would have said : " Come on, sonuvabitch ! Let's steal acid ! ". But it's been 37 years. There was the clinic, the job, I grew up... We ain't kids anymore. Do you imagine two 49-years-old grandpas steal... "
" Actually I'm 50. "
" 50 ? Bullshit. You never told me that. "
" Because you never cared about it ! "
" When was your birthday ? "
" Last month. "
" ... Shit. "
" Nevermind. Seriously... After you got out, it happened to me a lot of shits : first of all, math is important for health. Then when those thieves tried to take my money, I punched them real good to the face. They didn't see it coming. So since then, I feel like I can do anything and pull it out real fine ! "
" Are you high ?! "
" No ! Never high... Maybe I am a little drunk. "
" Yeah, I see that. " Barry took out an empty beer bottle from under the table. " What's the issue ? "
" I just need some acid. "
" You need ? "
" ... I mean I want it... "
" Is someone blackmailing you ? " Barry asked indifferently.
" No... Yes... Yes... " Suddenly, Toby cried like a little bitch, falling onto the table. " Yes... Fuckers thought I had won the jackpot... So they said... Acid or panini ! "
" What do you mean ? You're being drunk again ! "
" Give us acid or we kill your panini ! "
" Don't you mean... family ? "
" Who cares ?! *cries* "
" Stop bitching ! We'll get your acid. "
" Thank you... Thank you... *cries* "
" But you stay... " Suddenly Barry, without warning, spilled hot coffee onto Toby's hair. In consequence, this one jumped and ran to the bathroom. " And you drink a lot of coffee. "
Quinton got out of the apartment and walked to the market.
" How do I plan to steal acid ? Easy... I'm a fucking street smart ! "
This same night...
Barry Quinton easily disabled the digicode of the entrance of Oscorp, allowing him to enter. Then he saw a guard doing his job. He sneaked behind his desk and threw a bag of sleeping powder to the exit door. The guard walked to it, smelled the powder and fell to the floor. Barry confidently used the elevator and entered to the labs.
He easily found the acid. So he used materials specially selected for the use of acid and spilled some of it into a anti-acid box. But as he was gonne leave, he heard noises and hid behind a desk. He spies the people going in : it was Norman Osborn talking to his employee. After they left, Barry hurried to get out of the place, the same way as he entered.
" Finally ! I got acid ! "
" Yay ! You did it ! "
" Looks like you followed my advice. "
" Yeah but... your coffee was really hot ! How many did you put the heat ? "
" 50°C. Why ?! "
" The fuck's wrong with you ?! That's hot. "
" Not my fault if I keep you in my house and you don't bear ly coffee. Now put that acid away... safely... "
" First... Why don't we test it ?! "
" What has become of you ?! I thought you were the most clever among us. "
" You don't know what I went through these last years. "
" Don't care. Where should we use it ? "
" Maybe... Flowie. "
" You mean... Your sunflower ? "
" Yep. "
" But that's the only flower you own... "
" I hate flowers. Burn it. "
" You are saddening me. " Toby spilled the acid onto Flowie... who burned and dissolved itself.
" Adios ! Haha... "
" Now we wait tomorrow and we deliver the acid. "
" Tell me again... Who wants the acid, actually ? "