Doctor Octopus

Before the harness fused to his spine, Otto Octavius was the finest mind at the reactor: a physicist who could see the architecture of the atom the way other men saw brick and mortar. He built four steel arms to do what his own hands could not, quick enough to hold a fusion reaction steady while he worked. Then the lab burned. The radiation that should have killed him welded the harness into his nervous system instead, and something in his skull burned away with it. Genius survived. Restraint did not. Now the arms move before he thinks to move them, four limbs with a mind of their own and a temper worse than his. He calls himself Doctor Octopus and answers to nothing smaller than a master plan: banks bled dry, reactors seized, a city rearranged to his blueprints. He has broken alliances, built armies of himself, and rebuilt the world once just to prove he could run it better. Every scheme ends the same way, with a boy in red and blue standing between him and the finish line, and Otto swearing this is the year that stops being true.