#between litcherally begging for some interaction Vs just keeping my head down

[angelsarenamederika]

Otto’s breath whistles in his throat as he staggers back, he’s got three of the actuators circled around himself in the Sisyphean task of keeping her at arm's length but each time he grabs her arm or elbow or ankle, she flashes forward, free again. He risks a glance backwards—dark soil, tufts of grass—he’s nearly at the wall. He reaches for the roof with the forth actuator and that’s when she strikes him in the head, again, and a singular moment of distraction is all she needs to reach past his defenses and plant a hand on his chest. He feels the crinkle of paper against his sternum then a flash fills his vision and he’s empty handed.

“No, no ,” he hisses, “shit—” he swings around and the yard is empty, the rooftop bare—but there, on his left. She’s hurtling down Washington Ave, heading back to Wallabout.

He can’t keep up with her on foot, that becomes immediately apparent after no more than three blocks; his breath coming in harsh gasps and he scrambles up the nearest building and keeps pace with her there, out of sight. She thinks she’s left him behind. She slows as they spill out onto Flushing Ave, the distance between her leaps getting shorter and shorter as her light dims. Surely that ability is no different from any other muscle; it must tire. She can only go so far for so long. No different than his inability to run more than three blocks.

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Till Human Voices Wake Us, and We Drown is a long-form, multi-chapter fanfic that focuses on Dr. Otto Octavius after the events of Spider-Man: No Way Home and how he reckons with everything he left behind.

Chapter Seven: Irrelevant is now available on AO3.