Epilogue

In the end, the NYPD's investigation of the SVR, which took several weeks, discovered the original files used in their plot to be the first country to possess an atomic bomb. They had found out that, had Rosie not escaped that night, they were going to use her as an example of the futility of standing against them, and kill her anyways. Naturally, that did not go over well with Octavius when he heard that.

Upon close inspection of the files, the SVR was not able to discover the mastermind behind the plan. The SVR was dismembered, and the case was closed.

Curt had discovered a way to permanently banish his Lizard persona, and promptly tested it on himself. It went off without a hitch.

But, once again, there was one important matter… still incomplete.

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It was their big day. The day that Octavius and Rosie were to be wed. Everything was perfect. Rosie was presently over at the Connors' house, where Curt's wife, Martha, was helping her with a few last-minute details. They were talking quite a bit, too.

"What's on your mind, dear? Martha asked as she sat on the couch, a cup of tea in hand, watching Rosie pace in front of the window.

"I'm just nervous, is all." She said as she stopped her pacing. "I mean, I know he's the right man for me, but… oh, I don't know. I'm just nervous, as I said."

"Everyone usually is, on their wedding day." Martha said as she stood up and walked over to Rosie, putting one hand on her shoulder comfortingly. "You've got nothing to worry about."

"I know." Rosie said, managing to smile. "Thanks."

"Besides…" Martha said, looking out over the city, "I'd hate to think of how nervous your soon-to-be husband is right now…"

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Meanwhile a few blocks away, Curt was pacing in front of the door of Octavius' laboratory, wondering if he was ever going to come out. Octavius had shut himself in there a few hours ago, and hadn't come out.

Finally, Curt walked in to find Octavius asleep at his desk, clad in his lab coat, a pencil in hand. His hair was a complete mess, and there was clearly a five o'clock shadow across his face.

"Are you kidding me!?" Curt yelped at the sight. "You're asleep right now? On the day of your own wedding!?"

At that, Octavius looked up at Curt blearily.

"Did I really fall asleep?"

"Yes, you did." Curt said, shaking his head, a half-smile on his face. "Will you get up, change into your tux and shave? It's not going to go over well with Rosie if you're wearing your lab coat at the altar. She finds your scientist personality charming, but not that much."

"I know, I know…" Octavius said as he stood up and walked towards the stairs. "I was just up most lf last night, unable to sleep." He walked into his bedroom and came out 20 minutes later in the white tuxedo that he had purchased for the occasion.

"Would it sound bad to say that I'm trying not to panic right now?" Octavius said, running a hand through his hair, nervously. "This is one of the biggest days of my life."

"You should have seen me on the day of my own wedding." Curt said, a smile on his face. "I nearly blacked out at the altar."

"I don't feel that panicked, fortunately." Octavius said as he walked over to his desk, locking the reactor plans he had been working on in his desk drawer.

"My God, you are hopeless!" Curt laughed as he noticed that Octavius had forgotten to put on the jacket to his tux. "You're forgetting something, genius."

"I am?" Octavius asked, before looking down and noticing what Curt already had. He growled and walked back into his room, coming back out with it on.

"And now your bowtie is crooked!" Curt said, cracking up now.

Octavius looked in the mirror, adjusted it, and said, "There. Anything else wrong?"

"No, you're looking good now." Curt said. "I've never seen you that absent-minded before."

"Well, I am rather nervous right now…" Octavius said, leaning against his desk.

Curt shook his head and walked over to his friend, grabbing him by the shoulder and saying, "You're going to be fine. Look at me."

Octavius looked at him, eyebrow cocked.

"You can handle this." Curt said. "You are Otto Octavius. For that reason alone, you can handle anything. I've seen how you handle big situations. You're going to be fine."

"If you say so." Octavius said, pushing Curt's hand from his shoulder.

"Glad to see you agree with me." Curt said as he took a step back and looked at his watch.

"We're going to be late!"

"Well, then we had better get going then!" Octavius said as he walked for the door, Curt following behind. He knew Curt was right; he could handle this. But this was one of the biggest days of his life, after all.

They walked out to the car that was waiting to take them to the site of the wedding. And once again, Octavius couldn't help but feel that this was truly the first day of the rest of his life…

-Finis

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A/N: Ha, you expected me to write the wedding itself? Sorry, I'm not that talented. XD But here it is, the end of the story.

I just want to cry now. Seriously.

Anyways, expect a Part 3, because my friends, it is as inevitable as the rising sun in the red sky. XD

-The Inimitable Enigma Cypher