The Flash: The Fastest Man Alive (Male Reader Insert)

1.7 Metal Man

At the rundown particle accelerator, General Eiling was looking over a new set of reports and disturbances that intrigued him. On the television set near him, the news was talking about the tornado that was stopped the previous night. Eiling eyed the news as it also mentioned a red blur.

As he watched the news, Eiling was interrupted by one of his men entering the room.

Soldier: General, we've just received the latest report on Clyde Mardon.

Eiling: I know, boy. He's dead. Waste of a good man. I suppose he won't be needing that pardon we promised. Recall it.

Solider: Yes, sir. There's something else, general. Reports indicate several eyewitnesses saw a red streak leaving the crime scene. These reports suggest it may be the same streak from the fire the other day.

Eiling continued to look at the news, cracking a grinning smirk. He had been thinking the same thing.

Eiling: Send in one of our... specialists. We'll draw him out. If that fails, one of my top men will try a different approach.

Soldier: Yes, general.

The soldier saluted and left the room. Eiling eyed the news broadcast. His grin continued to spread as he took a sip of his morning coffee. 

Dr. Wells was working at a set of computers, looking through several files. Cisco walked by and took a peek at what his mentor was looking at. They were all blueprints and schematics of the particle accelerator.

Cisco: What are you doing, Dr. Wells?

Wells: I'm looking back at the design, seeing where things went wrong. I need to know what happened.

Cisco: Does it matter? The accelerator blew. There was a misfire. It's done now.

Wells: Yes, it matters. It matters a lot. It matters because it was my fault. I let my hubris get the better of me and made a mistake that the city is now paying for.

Cisco: Dr. Wells, there's nothing you could have-

Wells: Yes, there is! Clyde Mardon was my fault. Y/N L/N is my fault. Ronnie Raymond is my fault! Now I need to find what went wrong so that it never happens again! If I don't find it, then it's only a matter of time before...

Wells was getting angry now. He turned and looked at Cisco before stopping. Both were visibly upset at what had happened that night, especially remembering Ronnie. Wells eventually sighed, calming back down.

Wells: I'm sorry, Cisco. I just... I need closure. 

He turned back around and continued to search through the files. Cisco exhaled and turned to him.

Cisco: Would it help if you had another set of eyes?

A light grin appeared on Wells' face.

Wells: You always were a major help around the lab, Cisco. Yes, I would appreciate it.

Cisco sat down in the chair next to Harrison and began searching through the different schematics on the accelerator. After a bit of searching, he found something that peeked his interest.

Cisco: Huh? That's new.

Wells looked over at the schematic he was looking at.

Wells: Old, actually. That was an initial concept I came up with when I was thinking up the accelerator. It uses electromagnets to capture and store energy, sorta an idea for recycled power. I scrapped it when I improved on the design.