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braindead94 · 1 year ago

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Class dismiss part 2

Holy cats, sorry for the late post. Heres the second part of Class dismiss. The rest is on my AO3 under the same name.

TW: mentions of violence, unwanted touches, denying orgasm, Doc getting *very* handsy ;)

You blinked your dry eyes against the oncoming wind as you were carried by Otto and his actuators stomped across the campus, one still wrapping around Miles Warren. You watched as the passersby screamed and ran away as Doc Ock actuators stomped over the pavement. You watched on as he made his way to the clock tower and climbed up it’s rusty colored brick walls.

“Let us roost here for the time being. I have a feeling we wouldn’t get very far on foot with all the ruckus we’ve made.” Said Ock in a casual manner as one would say parking near a coffee shop. He then lifted you up to the window of the clock tower and finally let you go out of his tight hold. You stumbled onto the floor, trying to gather your spider-senses (which was still screaming at you) and you looked around as Otto came in with Dr.Warren.

In the middle of the huge room was the bronze bell that will eventually be turned off now that people would see Doc Ock have put up camp here. The room was barren aside from a few cobwebs with the decor of old wooden floors and rusty red of exposed bricks. On one wall lay a wooden door, a possible escape, something that gave you a clearer focus on the matter at hand until an actuator shot out and crunched the door handle into a ball.

‘Shit shit shit shit shit shit!’ Was all you could think as you turned to see Octavius strolling in like he owned the place while his metal arms laid the older man onto the ground. He quickly looked to the other side of the room to look at the other window, peering out. His face looked stoic while his actuator then turned their attention towards you.

You scooted back as they ascended onto you, their claw heads tilting like curious dogs and leering like hungry lions. “G-get away from me!” You yelled at them, resisting your body reaction to punch each of them away from you like many times before then just crawl back down to the ground. Fuck, this was torturing! You should have changed into Spider-Girl already! You should have been fighting against this overgrown octopus's man minutes ago!

The man in question finally returned his attention to you, thus making his arms to perk up and almost withdrawn back to him. His ‘friendly’ smile returned to his plump cheeks; his glasses glinted in the sunrays that managed to peek into the clock window. “I apologize for them my dear, but it’s not every day that they get to kidnap a pretty young lady.”

Your body almost crumbled after those words. Your cheeks are heated up in the color of pink. ‘Wha…’ . “Um….” “Here, let us help you up.” One arm wrapped around your torso and lifted you up then carried you closer to its creator. You could only look back into your small reflection in Otto glasses as he leaned back a bit. One arm swirled around into a makeshift chair for him, and he sat, his height still an inch taller than you from his stance.

“Now that we have some time on our hands, why don’t you tell us about yourself?” he asked as if this was an interview. You blinked your dry eyes before looking away from his attractive face and down at the ground while fiddling with your fingernails. ‘Act scared, act demeanor like a mouse or something. Need to stall him until actual help comes in.’ You kept thinking.

One of the actuators, wirrering impatient for your answer, reached down and took your lanyard again. “Hey!” You shouted but could only be dragged forward as another examined your press badge. The thick eyebrows raised up as if he was the one reading it. “Ah, you work for the Daily Bugle?” “Y-yes sir.” You stutter. Really stuttering, not fake as you would do. Gah! Is this how Superman feels as Clark Kent?!

He smirked, dropping your badge and letting it fall back to your stomach. “Ah, so you are a reporter. Excited to take this golden opportunity to ask me some personal questions?” You shook your head no, now looking at your fingers. Shoot, it's time to start clipping them again. “No, I-I’m one of their photographers.” From the corner of your eye, you spotted one of the actuator claws slithering in your view as if trying to see your face. You turned your head away from it, only to accidentally show your bandaged side.

“And what happened here?” He asked, his baritone voice pitched high with concern as a gloved hand gently gripped your chin.

You inhale as he pulls you closer to him between his knees as he examines your cheek. Your eyes widened as you looked back at him. “A small token from one of your daily assignments? Taking pictures of Spider-Girl, are we?” Your knees nearly buckled how this was happening, your mind going in a frenzy as you tried to think up something but your mouth beat you to it.

“Yes, that’s my job. I t-take pictures of her a lot.” He hummed as an eyebrow raised in question, though not fully believing in your sentence. “Is that all you do? It must be very hard to get a good shot at her. Heh, Lord knows how my arms have tried to grab her.” He chuckled. His thumb smoothed over the medical cover up before he turned your head to look at your other side. His smile was warm as he finally let go of your chin, but not before patting your uninjured cheek softly.

“Well, hopefully that won't leave a scar. You have such a lovely face, you know?” You blushed hard. This was soooooo different then what he normally acts around you as Spider-Girl, where he was all boastful, cruel and always pissed off at every turn you make. Threatening you and everyone near you with death or life altering disabilities. Here, he’s more polite, treating this like he did back then in the lab. Fuck, he’s even flirting. He never did that-up until that goddamn kiss.

“Y-y-you must say-say that to all-all your-your hos-hos…” Your mouth felt full of cotton as you tried to play off his flattery, but you couldn’t form the words.

You never imagine just how vulnerable you felt without your suit until now.

He chuckled again, seemingly amused how you act but picked up what you were trying to convey. “No, not every hostage I kidnap looks just as adorable as you are.” Your blinked as your skin turned redder while one actuator reached into his pocket in his trench coat and pulled out his *very* expensive looking phone. A little connector stuck out before it plugged itself into his phone.

“So, what brings you here? To take a few photos of Miles here?” You nodded. “Yes, one of my coworkers was-was an old friend of his and-and-” You were interrupted as you felt something cold and hard rubbing against your back. Like a cat rubbing it’s head against an arm. “Don’t mind Larry, he’s very affectionate.”

You blinked at him. “Wait, they have names?” His smile then showed teeth, his body turned excited like he’s been waiting for someone to ask him about his actuators. “They do. They each have their own personalities. Like Larry behind you is very emotional. He tends to act on urges rather than, well, reason. And Harry here,” the bottom actuator on his right lifted it’s head in greeting. “He’s more stoic than the rest. More grounded, I might say.”

The top left one shoved itself to your face and you flinched away from its bright light. “Moe there are more curious of the bunch, aren't cha buddy?” It let out an odd chirp and its prongs spun around. The last actuator stayed close to the scientist's head; his phone still plugged in. “Last but not least is Flo. She is my right-hand man, so to speak. If they start to argue with each other, she puts a stop to it.”

You stare at the metal arms, how they weave in the air and clack their claws occasionally. Otto talked about them as if they were his own flesh and blood. Your mind reeled back to all the fights you’ve had, rethinking how each of his actuators acted around you. ‘Now some things are starting to make sense.’ You think, as your interest peaked up. More questions arouse in your head before you remember your situation.

Otto hummed again and shifted in his chair; his face drawn as if he was trying to remember something. “Have we met before? I think I know you, but I just can’t put my finger on it.” You froze again. ‘Crap, what do I say? Do I lie? Can I get away from lying?’ Your fingers fiddle again before reaching a conclusion. ‘It was only a school trip, what use would he have from that encounter?’

“Ye-yes… um, do you remember-around 5 or 6 years ago, my newspaper club visited Oscorp for the day. I kinda barged into your lab to plug in my camra-” He slapped his knee as his face lit up in recognition. “Yes that’s right! I remember now! We actually have a clipping of that article from your school in the break room, thanks to Mesha.” His smile faded a bit as he looked off of you for a second. “I wonder if it’s still up there.”

Flo let out a mini series of chirps and brings, Octavius eyebrows lifted up a bit before he changed his sitting position into a thinking one. After an awkward minute of silence (Larry was back to rubbing against your back, fully distracting you from planning an escape) before he nodded to Flo and she lowered back to his pocket, then tilted her head and lifted it up again.

“My apologies, I was just telling her about something.” “Wait- you can talk to them-can they speak?” He smiled, not a polite or a fake one you’ve seen him use for other encounters, but a genuine one. “You know, for a photographer, you do ask an awful lot of questions. Trying to become an interviewer instead?”

You shook your head, realizing how more at ease he was making you feel. ‘Wow, what is happening?’ “No sir-” “Please,” He grasped your hands with his gloved ones as an old friend would do. “Call me Otto. How are you really doing? I hope life has been kinder to you than to an old man like me.”

“Well…. as you can see, I work at the Daily Bugle. I take photos and…. Um…” Your mind returned back to your thoughts about your daily life as yourself and immediately felt ashamed for not having the most exciting ‘normal’ life. Flo mechanical werr turned into a questioning tone and you saw a brief flashes on the phone.

Octavius reached for it and looked at the screen. “Hold on, you took these photos? I’m sorry I didn’t believe you before but seeing these,” He held it up to your hands and you gently took it and glanced at it. It was a collection of all of the pictures you’ve taken as Spider-Girl on the Bugle website.

“It looks incredible! How did you manage to take them? Is that what happened yesterday with that birdbrain who calls himself a genius?” “You mean Vulture? Yeah, I… got a bit too close to the action.” You didn’t lie, you were too close to Tooms. When you punched his stupid face-

His face of friendliness turned into a look of concern as he put the phone away while Larry pushed you closer until Otto placed his hands on your cheeks. His eyebrows furrowed as Moe gently took his sunglasses off. You saw his big eyes actually looked worried, darting from your eyes to your cheek again. “How are you not dead from all those encounters? Do you ever fear for your life?”

Your mouth went slack as soon as he touched your face. His hands were so gentle, cradling your head. Soooooooo vastly different from when he threw punches at you, hitting your sides with a pipe when he got a chance or something equally as damaging. ‘Why-why is he so fucking worried about me? What did I do to make him act this way?’ “We-well, yeah but somebody’s gotta do it-” “It doesn't make it right for you to put your own life at risk just for one take. How on Earth do you ever get so close to it all? Is that pest of an arachnid aware of your endeavors?”

‘Well, okay then.’ You shifted your feet only to stand still when you felt a cold actuator worm around your bare legs. ‘What do I say now?! “I-I-I can’t disclose that information.” You stutter out without thinking.

That got him to sit up straighter, his curious expression was back on again as his teeth peeked from his small smile. “Oh? Are you in contact with her?”

‘FUCK!!’

You started to wiggle in their grasp.“Pl-please just l-l-let me go-go.” You whimpered while raising your hands over his huge, gloved hands to pry them away off your face. He did so, but still looked on at you with that ever-thinking look. Larry, however, did not let you go but Moe decided to hover closer to your face with a tilted claw.

“It’s…. Really embarrassing… she had saved me a bunch of times. I-I’m just good at… my job.” You explained, looking down. You try to shove or at least push the offending actuator out of your face.

He didn’t say anything. His face became stoic as his eyes looked at your shivering form. Your gut clinched in fear as your spider-sense started to buzz a bit. In your state of mind, it dawned on you that he might already suspect you being Spider-Girl. He does have 4 other minds that could suggest that to him already. What would happen if he found out while you were stuck here?

Goddamn it, when will you learn to lie better?!

Otto finally smiled and his body relaxed a bit along with your spider-sense almost dissipated. Almost, and that still kept you on edge. “Very well, keep your secrets, my dear. I understand the importance of ones job.” Larry released your legs while Flo placed his phone into his pocket.

Your eyes darted to her as she raised up. ‘Wait, what is he planning? Why isn’t he planning an escape? Is he waiting for something? Or someone?’ “Well, what about your family? How are they?”

You blinked, now focused on your never-ending questions about this whole ordeal. “My Uncle Lenny is fine. It’s just me and him against the world.” “Oh? No parents? I’m sorry-” “Don’t be,” Taken aback how genuine sorry he sounded, you explained. “They are total assholes who didn’t want to have kids yet just… popped me out and-well, treated me like a toy or something. Like an accessory or something.”

“That’s very disgusting and cruel of them. You must have an amazing uncle.” A real smile lighted up your face, a small one but still real as you thought about how Lenny took you in after CPS rescued you from an abandoned house at only the ripe age of 5.

He fed you, raised you, taught you important things about life or anything related to car fixings…

You felt Otto's hand under your chin again and your mind went pack to the present. He looked pleased when you looked back at him. “There we go, you look much better when you smile.”

That almost made you smile more, but your questioning kept you at arms. ‘When will the police come?! Why hasn’t he called a ride?!’

“A-are you waiting for something to happen? Are we just go-going to hang out here?” ‘What if he’s really going to kidnap Dr.Warren? What if he kidnaps me?!’ “Oh, I figured we just ‘hang loose up in the bell tower’. That’s what kids these days say, right?” He joked. Harry and Larry wirred, joining in with his joke. “Ye-yeah…” You glanced at the window, now only hearing a slight commotion. Then you felt your old phone buzzing in your skirt pocket.

Before you could react to it, Harry dove in and snatched it out. “HEY!” You yelled ratcheting out as he retreated back, your fingers just touching the metal arm when Moe wrapped himself around your chest and arms down.

“Please don’t-” You yelled before Flo clamped something soft onto your mouth. Your screams were muffled as you were slightly raised up in the air as Octavius accepted the phone. He took one look at the old, beat up flip phone before he glanced up at you with a ‘really’ look.

“It’s been a while since I’ve seen this type of phone. Your boss must not be paying you enough for an upgrade, isn’t he?” His baraton filled with amusement before he casually and a bit too hard flipped the phone open and answered it.

“Hello, Dr.Octavius speaking.” His voice changed from friendly to business-no, not really business… more like he was as Doc Ock. Sinister and callus. You try to move your arms outward but are once again reminded that you are not in your suit. And how painful the actuators are when they squeeze. “Oh, no I’m afraid that Miss.L/n is tied up at the moment,” He looked at you with the corner of his eye and gave you a wink.

You totally did not feel something in your belly. Nope.

The scientist stood up and slowly paced in the room. “Don’t worry, she’s alright as well as Miles Warren here. My demands? Well, for starters, I want a helicopter to be delivered here as our ride, along with a briefcase of a million dollars inside.”

He then walked over to a window, and you saw in a tiny peek that there was a huge crowd of people, students, teachers, even a few news crews were standing by. “I want it to be delivered in about…. 37 minutes.” ‘37 minutes? That’s a very odd specific time… What the fuck is he planning? Does he have a secret scheme going on? What else is happening on this campus?’ You think while looking back at the old man on the floor.

All he did was snore away. “No more, no less. I do believe there is an airport nearby that can spare one.” You heard the person on the other line arguing with him, nearly shouting at him that caused Otto to chuckle. Since you’ve gotten a bit closer, you would hear how familiar that angry voice sounded.

“Well then, perhaps you don’t need your pretty photographer.” Fear gripped your stomach when he looked back at you. His eyes were once again filled with enjoyment, but now joined in with the same look he had when he dared you to kiss him. Your spider-sense tingle again.

“Shame, I’ve seen her photos and I’ll even admit,” Moe brought you over to him, still gagged and wrapped in their metal coils. “She has a good eye for art.” He gave you a smile, more twisted than his friendly one, one where it showed teeth and his eyes glinted with a craving.

The voice on the other end let out a sigh and muttered something. That got Otto to smile wider as he raised a hand up and stroked your uninjured cheek. The spider-sense gently buzzed harder and you cursed again for not escaping to dress up as Spider-Girl when you had the chance.

“Wonderful. I’ll be ready for your generous offer. We’ll be waiting very anxiously for it to arrive.” With a click and a hard snap of the phone, he tosses it onto the wooden floor with no hesitation. “That was your boss at the other end. He sounds absolutely delightful to work for.” You only glared at him through your tilted glasses and some fallen hair strands.

“Oh come now, don’t give me that look. Not when we were having such a lovely conversation.” He said with a mockery hurt in his voice as he straightened your glasses before Flo removed your gag. You spat out leftover saliva to your side (don’t want to upset the great and powerful calamari here) as you try to keep up with the scared act. “Gah, I-I-I would be more grateful if-if you let me down now…..please.”

Otto hummed and eyed at the actuator who only tightened you in his grip a bit, causing you to grunt. “Sorry, it seems to me that Moe has also grown an attachment for you as well. Funny, they never liked another person this fast before.” His dark eyes glinted again at you. “You’ve really made a good impression on us.”

A shiver trickled up your spine like thousands of tiny spiders crawling up your back when he said ‘us’. You couldn't help but ask “Do you really hear their thoughts? Can they talk to you?” You remember reading about the thing that was supposed to stop that from happening… What was that called?!

“Did your accident have something to do with your… mind chip? Is that how you can hear them?” Octavius' eyebrows lifted up again, surprise and delight washed over his face. “Oh, so you’ve heard about that, huh. Well, the Neutral Inhibitor Chip is a small device that allows me to take full control over my actuators here.

“What I didn’t take into account was that their AI would adapt over time. They are very much like children, they grow as they learn about the world around them or from me. I would allow them to look into my past if they are curious enough about a certain part of myself.” He explained as he strolled around the bronze bell.

“Perhaps it was the electricity that changed them to be like that.” A dark look shadowed over his face as he looked on with a grim look in his eye. Not quite angry, but something else entirely wicked. “Perhaps I should thank Spider-Girl for helping create my beauties.”

Your spider-sense spiked up a bit before he turned back to you and it almost faded again, but not quite gone.

You remembered that day, you were just patrolling when you saw an ambulance pass by. You were Spider-Girl for only a few months and you already picked up on police activities fast. You saw his fusion collider was failing and you were quicker to stop it. You remember how Otto yelled at you to stay away from it, how he had it all under control. You didn’t listen, just followed your senses and pulled the plug.

In return, there was a spark of lighting that zapped around the room and hit the poor scientist square in the back. You looked over at him and noticed how his skin fused with his metal harness, how badly hurt he looked with the whites of his eyes nearly taking over his pupils and the lightning scars on his back.

Dr.Otto Octavius disappeared from the hospital that very same day and left a pile of doctors and nurses that were torn and split apart. Soon after, Doc Ock appeared and became a permanent super criminal on the Avengers list.

Guilt riddled your conscience. Fuck, you’ve forgotten how much he’s changed since from day you’ve first met him. ‘If only I looked for a better option, maybe I could have saved him from this life of crime. Maybe if he lets me just look at the chip, I can see how broken it really is and ask Reeds or Stark or someone smart to help fix him.’

“I’ve read about that day and… I’m sorry that happened to you. I’m sure she didn’t mean for it to happen.” You said, genuinely feeling sorry for him in both ways. He only looked back at you with a small smile and a huff. “I have no doubt she didn’t mean it, my dear girl. In fact-” You stopped him by blurted out before you could stop yourself.

“Is your Inhiber chip still broken?” He blinked as all three actuators raised up to look you in the eyes while you felt Moe wrapped himself around you more. A sheet of sweat started to form on your forehead. “I-I mean, erm-if your-they are in your thoughts-not that I’m saying that’s a bad thing-but if you are just… hearing them all the time, wouldn’t it be so… annoying? Like, having four people talking in your head all the ti-time?”

Otto smiled, nearly breaking into a laugh while the actuators did a small twirl with their claws. He reached up to brush your stray hairs out of your face before landing on our cheek. “Dear Y/n, are you really worried about me? Thinking that I’m under control of MY actuators?” His tone was light but the question sounded threatening. Before you could retort, Moe lowered you on the ground and released you, but never backed off.

“Here,” He said, turning around. “Take a look and see how damaged it is.” Your heart pumped at how casual he is at turning your back. It only made you curse yourself for not changing into your spider suit and taking up this opportunity to tie him down. But this was as good as anything if it meant helping him.

You stepped up and, seeing just how fucking tall he is (again, that seemed to elude you) you raised yoursefl on your toes and craned your neck to look at his. Otto's dark brown hair mixed with red was in the way (a good thing too that it grew out into that fluffy look, that bowl haircut did NOT look good on him) so you rested your hands on his shoulder blades first to study yourself.

He let out a soft sigh and you remembered seeing a picture of the spinel of the harness and how it connects the wearer's own spine by injecting metal needles. ‘Fuck, I can see it through the thick ass coats he’s got on, isn’t he hot? Jesus, the man must be in agony from all of this. Wait, I could have hurt him from kicking his back. This man is constantly walking in pain!’ “Am-am I hurting you, Dr- sorry, Otto?”

“No my dear, it just feels good to have my back being massaged with human handst.” Harry pushed your elbow up, signaling you to continue to look at the chip. Flo rested on your shoulder, making you jump a bit but continued. You take advantage of it and raised your fingertips to brush aside his hair and pull down the back of his coat collar and see-

Your heart stopped beating as your eyes widened.

The air around you turned thin as your skin went cold.

There on the back of his neck, lay an unbroken, slightly grimy but still clean, pristine Inhibitor Chip.

All of those times where he stole from banks… all those times he threatens lives and have taken them… everything he’s planned against all the heroes in New York and against the world, all the single cruel and villainous things he’s done-

His actuators never corrupted his mind, he did it all with a clear head.

“Does that satisfy your answer, Y/n?” He asked, turning around to look down at you. You stepped back-at least trying to step back until Moe wrapped himself around you again, this time joined by Larry around your waist. Your heartbeat was pounding against your ribcage at this point, causing your body to react as if it was in danger.

‘Fuck fuck fuck fuck, calm the fuck down Y/n! They can read heartbeats! If they see yours, he’ll thin-’ “Is something wrong, my dear? Your heart rate is rising faster.” You looked up at him, who only looked back with a questioning look but still looked as if he knew the answer, now with tears almost peeking out of your eyes from the revelation.

The evil scientist stood with his hands in his pockets, collected, at ease. His handsome, black eyes bore into yours, in contrast of both friendliness and something dark lurking around the shadows. Like a wolf waiting.

Your mouth felt numb as you tried to talk back. “I-I-I-I’m just,” you wiggle in the actuator's embrace before continuing. “I just want to be put down. I’m n-n-not really comfortab-le-le like th-this…” You trailed off as he brushed through your hair again. He took a moment to think as he eyed Moe and Larry, maybe talking with his metal helpers before he shook his head no. “I apologize for your discomfort, but they just really like holding onto you. A bit like… holding a teddy bear.”

“But you-you can control them, right?” Desperation riddled your voice, your eyes darting around the place to focus on, to think of a way out. “Can’t you just-” the actuators started to hum, their inner workings vibrating with a gentle warmth growing from them. Ottos smile grew a bit when the sound filled the air. “There now, doesn’t that feel better? It works wonders for my back and, heh, some other activities.” He whispered with a dark tone.

You bit your upper lip to hold in the whimpers in your voice, your brows furrowed in concentration as the warmth spread throughout your body, lulling you into feeling good. Feeling loose, feeling-

‘Oh no, please don’t….’ Your thighs rubbed together, just between your legs, you felt something slick in your underwear. ‘Shit, I canNOT be turned on, FUCK!’ Your cheeks blushed with humiliation as you turned your head away but Octavius grabbed your chin to turn it back to him. Moe and Larry brought you closer to him as an offering while he and the other two looked on like leering vultures.

That bastard looked at you now with a changed look, his huge eyes glinted in the same look he had before with a wicked smile showing teeth. Back when he kissed you as Spider-Girl

“You’re enjoying this, aren't you?” You held in a whine as sweat trickled down your neck. He continued on. “Try all your might to not answer, but my actuators can pick up heart rates and heat signatures.” His face loomed closer to yours until his lips grazed your ear. “And you, my dear, are just radiating with heat.”

You felt his other hand land on your lower back, gently rubbing it in small circles. Moe and Larry started to squeeze and unsqueeze with precise practice over your most sensitive parts that almost made you gasp for air, especially when Larry wrapped himself more around your waist and hips. Otto chuckled before he placed a kiss on your cheek. “Still denying yourself to let go? Don’t be ashamed, red looks so alluring on you.”

You blinked your eyes shut, refusing to let your panic go and use your super strength to pry yourself out of this-this weird bondage and swing away. A moan was finally let out in a soft whisper, but you felt the scientist smile against your face.

“There we go, come on darling. Don’t be shy, no one will hear you. Well, no one of importance at the moment.” His lips trailed up to your lips, and your head jerked back with remembrance from last time. “N-no! Please, Otto-sir- I don’t-” Otto didn’t let you finish before his plump lips devoured yours. You shut your eyes as pleasure grew in your core while you felt your glasses taken off from Flo. His hands held your head softly as he deepened the kiss.

This was so much different than the last time. When he let you control it and went along with it. Now, he kisses as if you were the last woman on earth. His tongue slipped between your lips and dominated yours, sucking on your bottom lip with his teeth.

This was becoming too much, as your body began to wiggle in a frenzy, only for the actuators to tighten their hold on you. He finally broke away and looked down at you leaving you gasping for air. Your spidey-senses were now screaming, yelling with hysteria as his eyes bored into yours.

“P-P-Please stop this, Otto. Pl-please let me go.” You pleaded. Fuck trying to act brave or pretend to be scared, this was getting too real. He only shook his head no again as his thumbs rubbed your cheeks. “Oh how could I when my sweeties have grown to like you. They tell me how much they want you with us, and I’m inclined to agree with them.”

Your heart beated in terror. “Bu-but you pro-promised-” “I never specify that I’ll give up BOTH of you, did I? And besides, how could I possibly deny them what they want?” You felt the bottom actuator-Harry claw pincers tenderly scratching your scalp as hairstyles would do. It would have felt wonderful if it wasn’t done by a machine. Or up here in the bell tower. Or being held by Octavius.

One of his hands hovered over his trusty actuators and over where your front of your skirt was. Larry parted so his gloved fingers grazed over the fabric freely, right at your crotch level. You whined (for him to stop or from WANTING him to continue on, you didn’t know) “I think we have just enough time to turn this little meeting into a fun activity-” He froze, his face became blank before he turned around in the bell room.

Flo was stretching out to peering over the window and making little or few noises. Immediately Larry and Moe released you and you plopped to the ground, but not before you were wrapped in his arms again. Your body was still in the fucking hot haze, nearly making you weak in the knees if Otto wasn’t hold you up.

The rest of the actuators raised up in a pose like a striking snake, ready for an attack as they looked on at the window Flo was at. Still feeling breathless from what Octavius was going to do, and to keep your secret identity in check, all you could so was stare haplessly in his arms wrapped around you as you try to see what the fuck was up with them.

“I’m afraid it’s no use to hide anymore, Sue. Might as well show yourself and surrender if you like.” Said Octavius, now more like Doc Ock. Your nerves nearly collapsed in relief as Sue Storm, the Invisible Woman appeared walking from the window in her shiny, blue uniform. She only stares at your captive with a hardened glare and yet mixed with sadness inside her bright blue eyes.

You looked at her with a hidden smile as you remembered meeting her for the first time as a herol, amazed at this beautiful woman with small laughing lines and gray strands that made her blond hair pop out more. She was kind and welcoming when you (accidentally) crashed your villain of the week into FF headquarters. While you didn’t show your real face to them, you did become buddy-buddy with The Human Torch.

“Otto, let's not do this. You are better than this.” Said Sue as she walked towards you two. Immediately, Larry whipped out to Dr.Warren (you cursed yourself for forgetting about him as you were too busy being manhandled by Mr.Eight arms) and widened his claws to let out a sharp knife out and posed over his sleeping, snoring body.

She stopped, eyeing at the sleeping doctor before looking at you, warmth radiating from them. “It’s going to be okay, honey. I promise you’ll go home safe tonight.” Otto chuckled with his famous dark tone in his voice as his flesh arms tighten over your waist and torso. “Ah yes, ‘promise’. How did that work out with the last one your team had? Oh, I forgot to ask, how is your husband doing? I can’t imagine the state of his mind after losing that poor girl. Tell me, did you deliver the news to her parents or did he have to?”

Sue's eyes narrowed at him as her loose, blonde hair rippled as you felt her second power becoming activated. “Let. Them. Go. Octavius. I will not repeat myself the second time.” She said with the deadliest voice you’ve ever heard her use with a sneer on her face.

Larry looped himself around your legs but never tightened, showing her what he was capable of. Your breathing becomes faster, now knowing how the hostages you’ve saved over the years felt in the arms of a villian.

God this was humiliating!

“And what will you do, dear Stormy, if I don't comply with your request?” She just stood there but whipped out a force disk out of the window and it let out a sickening pop. He looked confused before Moe let out a squeak and he shoved you out of the way.

You fell on the wooden floor as heat began to fill in the room. “Hey hey hey! Who ordered the pizza with extra spicy pepperoni?” Your face lit up as you heard the familiar voice behind you. You turned to see Johnny hovering near Otto and his actuators curling around him protectively. He did not look amused. “Ah, brilliant move on your part. Burn the college beloved bell tower and ruin what’s left of your ‘shiny’ image.” Was all he said with a deadpan voice.

The man on fire turned to you and gave you a wink. “Sorry I didn’t get here fast enough, but wanna go out later? I know I’m on fire, but I can still hit your hydrant.” You gaufed at his stupid pick up line (and definitely not falling for this dork). You’ll have to look up some fire related pick-up lines to get back at him later.

Doc Ock sneered at Johnny and two of his actuators lashed out at him, punching him out of the tower. You watched on when you felt something smooth and cool underneath you. Looking down you saw that Sues force-thingie had raised you up. You looked back up at her as she did the same for Miles. “It’s okay, I’m just going to lift you up into the air and back to the ground. Just close your eyes if you're afraid of heights.” She said in her famous motherly tone.

You nodded okay as you were both lifted out of the room and into the fresher air. Looking down immediately, you saw a huge crowd, looking on with widened eyes and holding up phones (that was probably live streaming everything) being blocked by the crowd blockers and other cops, while most of the said cops were standing at the base of the tower.

There were also a few EMTs who jumped at the chance to examine any damages on you. You were about to let them until you remember your hidden cuts from Vulture was still healing (and also did NOT want them to find out how close you were to…er, ecstasy) so you deny them from their open help, directing all of their medical attention on Dr.Warren, who was just sleeping.

Cool, now to get your damn suit on!

You pushed past the cops who tried to tell you to stay put and calm down after facing a “traumatizing experience”. Oh it was traumatizing, but probably not what they think of. Robbie called out from the crowd and to your relief when you saw him, he held your backpack with both arms.

He explained to the officers he was a friend and will take care of you, wanting to take you far away from this area as soon as possible. A slew of people ran up to you and asked you a bunch of questions, mainly what it like was being kidnapped by Doc Ock, if he revealed his plans, or if his arms were actually alive or machine. One student yelled out if he was as hot close up as he was in the pictures.

You wanted to smack him upside the face for that.

Robbie just shoved them out of the way while guiding you further away from the bell tower. You could still hear the fighting taking place behind you, growing fainter and fainter as the black reporter managed to sneak you into a building where more students came rushing out.

There was a speaker going on, announcing a fight had begun on campus and had everyone evacuate the premises. That causes you to raise an eyebrow. ‘Why is Robbie taking me into a building? It is a shortcut to his car-wait, why do I want to go to his car when Johnny and Sue need help?’ You pondered as he stopped in the middle of a hallway.

“Okay, Y/n, I’m going to make another call to John and tell him that you're safe.” He handed you your backpack. With a wave of renewed energy of adrenaline, you grabbed the pack and was about to pull away when the middle-age man placed a gentle hand on your shoulder.

Looking into his soulful eyes, which was filled with concern and… also a secret knowledge about something. “Why don't you go destress in that room over there? And don't worry about your equipment, I’ve checked inside to see if your camera was safe.”

With a sharp inhale, your eyes widen as you put two and two together. All Robbie did was give you a soft smile and continued “Your camera is undamaged, but I think you need some time to ‘modify’ your outfit before going back out there. I think Spider-Girl is going to make an appearance soon.”

You couldn’t help it, but your body was shaking as a feeling of a great weight was lifted off your shoulders. As in part of you was relieved from something stressful. You nodded, trying not to cry, and also wanting to give him a great big hug as you stepped back. “And when this is all over, I’m still treating you to that shake and burgers later.”

You laughed, it was haughty and filled with ease as you turned to dart away into the room he said (which was a closet) and quickly began to change. ‘Holy shit, holy shit-I-wow! Oh my god!’ was running through your mind as you swapped out your casual clothing and changed into your (very smelly) suit with record timing. You praised your past self for packing extra underwear incase of periods.

Thoughts of thanking him over and over again kept your body shaking at the notion that he knew who you were. Ecstatic was the word, now grateful that at least another person in this world knows of your secret and it’s the person who you trust.

If only it was that easy to tell Uncle Lenny…..

With a exhale, you slipped on the mask and stepped out as Spider-Girl, ready to take on Doc Ock….. that you’ve kissed on the lips the last time you’ve met him as Spider-Girl-fuck.

“Spider-Girl! Thank God you’re here!” Said Robbie with the most exaggerated surprise you’ve ever heard someone say. Turning to look at him, you made a dramatic ‘hero’ pose with hands on your hips and said with a deep voice. “Yes, indeed! I am here! Now, show me where the danger is!” He almost laughed at how fucking ridiculous you sounded, just muffled it away with his hand and pointed to the door.

With a jolt of adrenaline rushing through your veins again, you stepped out to run to the door, to the outside, to where Ock was fighting and….

You paused when you rethink his whole ‘scheme’. Robbie walked up beside you with confusion on his face. “Hey, is something wrong?” He asked. You shook your head as you talked out loud. “It’s not like him, you know? To just-barge into a college where he just kidnaps Miles and a random woman and hunkers down in the bell tower. He had plenty of time to run away-fuck! He could have gotten a getaway driver ready for him!

“This isn’t like Octavius' genius level of thinking, this is just plain stupid!” You crossed your arms to think, almost started to pace. “Like-like, he did all of this and for what? All this did was having class canceled, creating damage and causing a disturbance in the whole damn place! Like a TikTok prankster who hurts people for clout!”

Something clicked. “Wait, he’s doing this for attention…” Robbie's eyes widen, nodding along with you. “But from what, exactly? What else is going on in this school?” He wondered. You looked around the empty hallway, thinking that there must be some sort of clue until you noticed a bulletin board filled with colorful pages with todoring for hires, massage from clubs and-

You looked closer at one blue paper that was nearly hidden away. “No way…” You ripped it out and looked at it closer.

On it read,

“To all the scientists club members, please remember to wear protective gear to the next meeting. We will be dealing with a rare and *extremely* valuable project that will be part of the following classes as follow-”

You stopped reading and patted your pockets until you remembered your old flip phone was still in the bell tower.

After being thrown onto the ground.

And probably getting flamed on as well.

“Fuck-Robbie! Look up what the science club is looking into-” “I’m on it!” He said you turn to see him already typing away on his phone. “Ohhhhkay, got it! They are conducting an experiment on an old meteorite that landed years ago in 1998, called it Petes meteorite. Cute. A chunk of it was gifted to this school as is rumored to have some hidden elements of-I can’t pronounce that word, damnnit.”

Thinking back to Otto when Flo was going through his phone, it dawned on you. “He’s a distraction while he has someone stealing it for him! Tell the police!” You yelled as you sprinted off.

Only to walk back to the board and look to see if there was a map of the campus, reading it, THEN sprinting off to the club.

It only took you a minute to run around campus (and forcing yourself to ignore how much the fighting got, and along with people calling out to you) and find the building where the meteorite was. As expected, it was empty when you barged in. Looking around, you saw the room where the club held thanks to a metal sign engraved onto a wall and ran inside.

Only to see two metal men holding up a rock inside a thick dome.

“Oh hey! You’ve found my pet rock! I’m so sorry, Rocky likes to wander off sometimes.” You called out as you webbed it out of their hands and into yours. They started to yell out obscenities and pulled out guns attached to their armor but you only shot out gobs of sticky webs that will make it a NIGHTMARE to get out of their suits.

Well, maybe for the police or whoever’s in charge. You held the dome with one hand as you-damn it, you forgot about your old phone. Shit. Wait- “Hey! Do you mind if I use your phone really quickly? I have to call in a friend.” You asked, not really taking in their answer as you snatched one of their belts off and going through the pockets.

“Thank you so much. I know it’s not like me to just use someone elses phone, but I lost mine, you see and-oh damn dude, you didn’t even put in a password? If you ever get out of this whole thing, you NEED to put in a password, that shit will save your ass in the future.” You chatted, ignoring how the mans eyes glared daggers into your masked face while you dialed Johnny.

“Wait, you memorized someone's phone number? How old are you, Spider bitch?” Asked the second man in the metal suit with way too many skulls on it. “Same age as my tongue and older than my teeth.” All that did was made him look super confused, but you paid him no mind.

You waited for a bit, silently tapping your foot to break the silence until the Human Torch answered. “Heeeeyyyy now's not a good time, dude! I’m trying to fry up some calamari but Ocks arms are surprisingly heat resistant, and are stranger than I thought it would be-” “Yeah, I know hotstuff, I told you before how strong those fuckers are. Liston, What he’s doing is fake. He’s only a distraction while he hires these-who are you guys?”

“We’re the Metal men.” You blinked at them before going back to the conversation. “He hired these dudes who ripped off DC heroes' names to steal a meteorite with hidden properties. I have it right here, so if you wanna tell him that I got Pete, he’ll know he's finished.”

“Wait, who's Pete?”

“The rock-trust me he’ll know.” You hear Sue yelling at Johnny to stop talking on the phone but he just yelled at Doc Ock about you holding Pete. There was a brief moment of silence on everyone's part before you heard Otto yelled out something in rage before something exploded.

“What the-are you guys okay?!” You yelled, walking over to the doors (and making the ‘metal men’ straining to hear more of what’s going on). Johnny replied with a loud coughing. “We-we’re fine, but he dropped a bomb on us. A smoke bomb, like really smelly-” You hear him puking as Sue yelled out to the crowd if they saw where Doc Ock ran off too.

Somehow, no one saw him….

#alfred molina #fanfic #doc ock #otto octavius #minors dni #Handsy #Doctor Octopus #Dark #ao3 fanfic

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