"It didn't stabilize," Otto muttered. "You told me it would stabilize and it didn't stabilize!" he snapped.
'Everyone thinks you died.' Mo chirped.
"How is that a good thing?!" he asked "If the reactor continues to work it will destroy the city's infrastructure, release radiation that will make the air toxic, increase temperatures..." his voice trailed off. This was everything that he was trying to prevent, and he made it happen because of his ego he couldn't see that it wasn't working. Maybe if he had stopped... He could have looked at his other plans, he had other ideas for clean energy they just weren't as revolutionary as the fusion reactor how could he have been-
'You want to stop the reactor, you want to stop your life's work?' Harry asked."Yes."
The actuators all looked at each other... This wasn't what they thought would happen.
'Fine.' Flo finally said. 'This isn't what we thought-'
"Oh, this isn't what you thought would happen? What the hell did you think would happen?! I would build the reactor and everyone would excuse the shit I did to make it? I would what, get a Nobel Prize?!" he spat. "We would all join hands and sing Kum bye yah?!"
The actuators looked at each other and nodded.
"Unbelievable..." Otto rolled his eyes as he paced the bunker. "How are we getting out of here?" he asked.
The actuators made a hole in the brick walls, leading to a tunnel.
"...That works."
'We know it works, that's why we did it.'
'Idiot-'
"What did you just call me?!" Otto snapped.
'Nothing.'
Otto glared at them before looking out at the empty tunnel, he heard crashes and screams from above... Why was this tunnel empty?
"Who else knows about this tunnel?"'Detecting a life form-' Larry said.
The actuators whipped Otto around, he gasped at the figure who stood behind him.
"...Curt?" Otto breathed.
"What have you done Octavius?" Curt asked. "What. Have. You. Done?"
Pepper and you took the gas masks, radiation suits, and rations from the soldier in uniform. As the two of you walked back to your area in the bunker you heard bits and pieces of conversations from other survivors.
"Oscorp supplied all of these-"
"Doc Ock's dead-"
"Maybe he was right-"
"They're all escaping to some area above the clouds-"
"We're just waiting to die-"
"Wasn't able to bury my son-""Like these suits will save us-"
Pepper curled her lip in disgust at the Oscorp logo, you raised an eyebrow as you slipped on the radiation suit and mask.
"How long are we staying here?" you asked.
"I don't know... This can't be permanent though. They're going to need to move us." Pepper muttered, watching the hordes of people.
"...I wish Tony was here." you sighed.
"Me too kid." Pepper agreed.
Pepper was right, that situation didn't last. In only three months the government had to withdraw and New York was not considered a United States territory anymore, they instead focused on protecting the rest of the world from the fusion reactor... Which made sense, even though it meant sentencing millions to their death. The 1% escaped above the clouds to their own paradise, occasionally sending down aid as if that was going to help. Most people did end up staying in their bunker communities, trying to form a government... Try to keep it together, it wasn't like you could go anywhere else. One step to the surface without protection left you with skin cancer, third-degree burns, and radiation poisoning. Not to mention the toxic fumes that choked the air. Now the gas masks and radiation suits were protection for an hour at most aboveground. But pretty soon the fusion reactor had gotten to the point where it had so much energy that it needed to release these 'mini suns'. Rendering the masks and suit useless. That was when the infamous Octavius Actuator Suit was released by Oscorp. You still remembered the day when it was announced.
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Solar Flares-Doc Ock (Raimi) x AFAB Reader
FanfictionWhat if Otto didn't listen to Peter, what if the fusion reactor stayed on? Well, the world would fucking explode into a dystopian nightmare, that's what fucking happened. Oscorp has the world in its corporate clutches, choosing who lives and who die...