Welcome to another of my Mashed Up Origins. This one links my universe a bit more. It's rated MA, just to be sure but there's nothing even close to M in it. All owned by Marvel, it's just my idea. Hope you enjoy, here's a link to the library for the others I've done:
NYC Science Fair, Empire State University
Dr Hank Pym couldn’t believe the Science Fair. It was part circus, part old time medicine show quackery, part sci-fi convention draped with tacky atomic symbols and E=Mc2 posters. He anonymously wandered around dressed as a member of the ‘Intelligencia’, costumed characters from TV that his wife Janet had designed the costumes for. He chuckled to himself as a couple of nerds asked to have their picture taken with him, not because he was Hank Pym but because of the costume. If they knew it was him he’d of been swamped.
He was one of the keynote speakers at the convention along with Dr Otto Octavius and Dr Curt Connors, both of whom he could hardly stand. Otto because he was a pompous nuclear physicist with delusions of grandeur and Curt because, well Curt had poor hygiene; probably from spending so much time in his lab with his reptiles. Hank shuddered remembering the rank odour of his colleague. He continued through the aisles looking at the good, bad and ugly science had to show.
“What is this?” Hank looked at the display that could’ve come straight out of an old comic book.
“…and that’s how the equipment works” said the demonstrating ‘scientist’, standing in front of the display “Now we’ll show you how radioactivity is controlled in the lab!”
Hank tried to push his way to the front -He’s not going to do what I think he’s going to do- Hank’s mind was racing. This idiot was potentially going to unleash waves of radiation on the gawking crowd. The machine hummed to life, lightning jumping from Tesla coils, the crowd oo-ing and ahh-ing at the visual display.
“Shut it down!” yelled Hank, pushing people as he struggled to the front.
The machine threw off bolts of lightning into the air, the static electricity made everyone’s hair stand up. Almost invisibly, a spider dangled from a single strand of thread into the chaotic energy, being washed over with waves of radiation.
“I SAID SHUT IT DOWN!” roared Hank as he made it to the stage
“Oh no it’s the Intelligencia!” cried the demonstrator. The crowd laughed. Hank whipped off the cap and bushy moustache “Dr Pym?!” The crowd gasped and responded with cheering.
“Turn it off” growled Pym.
The demonstrator motioned to his assistant and the machine shut down. The crowd clapped. Hank turned on the man who quickly made the most of what was going on.
“Ladies and Gentlemen Dr Hank Pym! Even he likes our product!” The man looked at the unimpressed actual scientist “What do think Dr Pym?”
Hank scowled at the man and then turned to the attentive maddening crowd “This is potentially the most…stupid display I have ever seen! Nothing more than smoke and mirrors folks!”
“What are you doing?” seethed the man through a smile.
Hank roughly put his arm around the demonstrator and pulled him in close “I’m saving all these people from being turned into mutants by you not following ANY safety procedures. This isn’t the 1960’s” Hank smiled broadly for the cameras “That’s right people, this is no more scientific than a disco ball! Go and see Bentley Whitman’s display, he’s created an ACTUAL scientific breakthrough!” The crowd began to disperse as the curtain around the display began to close.
The demonstrator pushed away from Hank “How dare yo…”
“You’re an actor!” said Hank turning his attention to the device “I saw you in that toothpaste commercial. You’re as much a scientist as I am a professional wrestler. Now run along”
The demonstrator glared at Pym and the pushed him in the back and stormed off. Pym clambered to his feet, using the machine to regain his footing when he felt a sharp searing pain on his right hand.
“Ow!” Hank looked down at the bite on the back of his hand. He ran his finger around the raised bumps where he’d been bitten. His arm and his temple felt tingly –Too small for a snake. Can’t be a scorpion or yellowjacket, maybe a spider-
“Dr Pym!” Hank was roused from his thought and turned to see Ehlias Starr, the Science Fair organiser, heading towards him in a flap “Dr Pym! As I well know, you are regarded as the supreme scientist on the planet. In saying that, you get given some leeway. Now none of the other people here at the Science Fair have interrupted your experiments or lectures, have they?”
“Exactly! No they do not! So I would appreciate you showing them the same common courtesy!”
Hank went to speak but then didn’t, knowing it would be a losing argument. “Okay Egghead”
“I assure you Dr Pym my head is not egg shaped in any way, shape or form!” Ehlias tapped his foot “Don’t you have a panel?”
Hank felt like he was at school again as he began to walk off. His hand throbbed, his head felt hot and a wave of vertigo hit him as he promptly collapsed. Ehlias rushed to his side
“Dr Pym! Dr Pym!”
Hank snapped back to consciousness “Wha?”
“You fainted Dr Pym. Are you okay?”
“Fine…fine. Just tired”
“Don’t you pull out on me Dr Pym” cautioned Ehlias “People came to see you!”
“Just a glass of water eggh…Ehlias and I’ll be fine” Hank got to his feet “On one condition; you put Connors next to Otto. Smelling him all afternoon and I might throw up”