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mrshipsmcgee · 2 years

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A Lord & A Lady Part Three

TASM!Peter Parker x (fem) Reader

4.3k words (warnings: mentions of blood and stalking)

Part One Part Two Part Four Part Five

Bridgerton AU (I didn’t edit have fun kids)

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After what had happened in the garden’s at the Bridgerton estate, you and Peter went your separate ways; you with Lady Danbury as she escorted you back to her beautiful home and Lord Peter to the nicest gentlemen’s club in town with his old mates Anthony and Benedict Bridgerton for a night of drinking, pool and camaraderie. Just as you are dressing into your nightgown in the comfort of your room at Lady Danbury’s house, Lord Peter Parker is cheersing with his friends in a crowded club as men gamble around where the three friends sat huddled around a table in the corner of the room.

“Lord Peter Parker back after all of these years?” Anthony sighed, smiling as he reminisced about old times. “I feel as if I haven’t seen you since we were boys, Parker. I have missed you terribly - especially whenever I play pall mall during the summers since there is simply no one else apt to beat me remaining in London.” “Hey!” Benedict yells, just as he does a shot of liquor, wincing as he points to Anthony. “Anthony here does get beat in pall mall as of late.”

“By whom?!” Peter leans forward, starting to feel the effects of the alcohol he had been consuming, he turns his head towards the blue eyed man - squinting at him. “I am sorry, but it cannot be you, Benedict.”

Benedict winces, ”Ouch, Parker! Is that what you think of me?” He laughs, shaking his head as he points to his brother, “Tell him, Ant.” Anthony leans back into his chair, rubbing the pads of his fingers on his bottom lip. “My wife,” Anthony says in a whisper, followed by a drunken giggle. “I cannot wait for you to meet her. She is incredible - we met last season.”

“Do not let Anthony’s swooning fool you, Peter. They hated each other at first,” Benedict laughed. “But they use that vigor for something else now.” He danced his eyebrows at Peter - gaining a chuckle from him as Anthony slapped Benedict’s arm, “Oh do shut up, Benny.” Anthony wafted his hands away from his body before pointing drunkenly at his brother, “Ole Benny has his eye on someone,” Anthony slurs with a smile, “Tell him, Ben.”

Benedict blushes, wiping his palm over his face as he speaks, “Well..” “Well what?” Lord Peter chuckled, taking a swig from his liquor. “Who on this earth has the eye of Benedict Bridgerton?”

It is silent for a moment before Anthony blurts out, “Our old friend, the Duchess!”, quickly covering his mouth, brown eyes bouncing between the two men.

Peter’s heart seems to stop hearing your name. All he can mutter is, “What?” A deep ache seems to suddenly form in the pit of Peter’s stomach as he clears his throat, taking another sip from his drink. His brain feels as if it’s on fire.

Was it the alcohol?

Benedict wafts his arms away from himself, trying to laugh off the fact that he was blushing, “Enough, enough! Enough about me.. Where have you been since 1809, Parker?”

“I’ve been in New York, living in America. I interned under two incredible men, Professor Norman Osborn, a scientist hoping to cure people’s ailments - and Professor Otto Octavius, a brilliant man hoping to invent a machine that creates power rivaling the very sun that shines down on you and I,” Peter explains, taking another swig from his cup. He shakes his head quickly, grimacing - gaining a chuckle from his two mates.

“But why come back to London after all of these years?” Anthony asks, cocking his head to the side. “It cannot merely be to catch up with your old mates. Pete.” Peter hesitates, biting his inner cheek as he eyes Anthony. He places both of his hands on the table in front of him, as if to brace himself - his eyes look to the face of his wristwatch. “Oh, look at the time.. you two keep me out so late. My apologies. I hate to be a bore - but I must return to Lady Danbury’s estate, my Aunt May will be worried.”

Benedict and Anthony groan, throwing their heads back in a joking anguish as Peter stood, shaking both of the men’s hands. “How about we schedule a good game of Pall Mall soon, Bridgertons?”

“We must! Oh how I’ve missed you, Parker,” Anthony smiles, bringing Peter in for a hug, smacking his palm on his back before pulling Peter into a headlock. “And yes, we must schedule pall mall while you are in London so I can beat you like old times!”

“So I can give you another scar, eh?” Peter laughs as he and Anthony point to their matching chin scars. “Not if I give you one first, Parker!” Anthony says, bringing Peter into a headlock “I promise not to ram into you chin first again” he says, pulling away from his friend and waving at the two men as he exits the gentlemen’s club, drunkenly walking home to Lady Danbury’s home through the quiet town. Peter decides to enter through the back gate of the Danbury estate, strolling through the gardens and pausing just as he gets to the beautiful bluebells.

His calloused fingertips graze over the flower, feeling the soft petal against his skin. Peter shuts his eyes as he inhales the distant aroma of the bloom. Hyacinth. He can smell the alcohol on his breath.

The crispness in the air reminded him of the morning he found you standing by the bluebells when he and May had first arrived back into London. He remembers the way your nightdress looked just as dawn had begun to kiss away the darkness of the night. How you stood barefoot on the dewey grass before him.. The way you watched him as he spoke… How your eyes studied him - those beautiful eyes.

Peter’s brown eyes open as he grips the stem of the indigo flower, delicately pulling his own from the crowd of blooms and bringing it closer to his blurred eyesight. He held up the bluebell to the moonlight to better illuminate the beautiful shade of its petals. He hiccuped as his eyes shifted towards the window where you were staying, smiling to himself as he noticed you sitting at the window curled up with a book in your hands. The candelabra sitting beside you highlighted your beauty just perfectly.

Time slows down as Peter blinks, watching you from below as your eyes scan the pages, seeming to be completely enthralled with the literature in your hands. Peter remembers making fun of you for reading so much as children, but also knows that if it was not for you he most likely would not have a love for reading like he does today.

Peter hesitates for a moment as his arm falls to his side. He pulls his book from his back pocket and delicately places the bluebell flower on the page he had previously folded in order to keep his place in the novel. He shakes his head, smiling like a fool as he continues to stroll towards the back entrance of Lady Danbury’s home - keeping the book close to his chest.

Sarah hurries you to the carriage as soon as you are dressed and ready to promenade, shutting the small door behind her as she plops down on the seat across from you in the cart. “Lady Danbury will be right behind us. Her and Lady May have to deal with Lord Peter’s uh - ailments this morning.” The carriage takes off, the motion pushing you further into the seat beneath you as you look out of the window, watching the town pass you by.

“I should have known,” you sigh, turning to Sarah. “He was with Ant and Ben last night. Those three always get.. Well, we will just say they get into situations when together..” “Ever since they were boys, them three,” Sarah chuckles. “Do you remember whenever your Mama and Papa hosted the Bridgertons and Parkers the summer you turned eight? The boys were coerced by a then fourteen year old Viscount Bridgerton to sneak into your parents liquor cabinet late one evening.”

You let out a snort, interrupting Sarah as you politely covered your mouth, “And then the boys stole all of Mama and Papa’s liquor! Lord Peter and Sir Benedict were merely ten and twelve..”

“Oh, those three knew what they were doing because they wound up getting drunk on the lawn. Lady May and I found them the next morning, thanks to Sir Colin,” Sarah said just as the carriage came to a halt. “Lord Peter was the worst of the lot, that child.. He was like the dead; he had consumed so much gin.”

“I remember how the three of them tried to play it off as if they had eaten something that did not agree with them,” you watched as the carriage came to a halt, arriving at the flourishing park. “Lord Peter was to escort me this morning..” you say in a murmur.

Sarah perks up at your words, smiling widely, “Lord Parker was not still intoxicated this morning after all.. we thought it a joke. You mean to tell me you two fancy one another after all of these years?”

“I would not say that we fancy one another,” you watch as Sarah slowly exits the carriage, a footman holds his hand out to you with a bow. “Thank you, kind sir.” You bowed, turning back to Sarah as you say, “We merely appreciate the other’s company is all.”

Sarah made a face, unsure of your words as she squinted - opening up the umbrella she had in her hands and holding it over the two of you. “Let us promenade. Make sure to stay underneath the shade.” The two of you begin to walk through the park, people wave and bow - greeting you kindly as they pass you by.

The two of you approach a tent set up with a table and a few chairs surrounded by cushions and trays of food. You both sit and are served tea as men begin to approach the tent, swarming at a chance with you. Not only did you have a title, you were also this season’s Diamond, hand-picked by the Queen herself. No man in his right mind (or his mother) would pass up an opportunity with you. Not even..

“Ah, Sir Bridgerton!” Sarah smiles, patting the chair beside her as you turn, seeing none other than your dear old friend, Benedict Bridgerton standing before you with a bouquet of flowers in his hands. His blue eyes shine down on you as he flashes you a toothy smile. “Your Grace,” he bows. “Would you mind if I joined you two lovely ladies for tea?”

You raise an eyebrow at the man, crossing your arms as you smirk, “It depends, Ben.. Will I eventually become as indisposed as Lord Parker if I say yes?”

He pulls a chair out, sitting down beside you - giving you a devilish smirk as he whispers, “it depends.. would you like to become as indisposed as Lord Parker? Because I can make it happen.”

You cannot help but to blush as you uncross your arms, quickly sipping your tea. “How have things been for you since you are back in the city?” Benedict asks, preparing his tea. “How has this season been for you so far?”

“This season has proved to be a bit of a challenge considering I am hoping to find a love match and most of the suitors here just want a woman to give them an heir,” you say frankly, causing Benedict to choke on his tea. Sarah giggles. “Tell me, Benny - how has this season been for you so far?”

“Well, you see,” he sighs, looking up at the tarp of the tent hanging over him. “I too am to find a love match. Daphne lead the pack marrying the Duke her season. Then Anthony followed suit marrying Miss. Sharma his season. All love matches. And now it seems as if it is my turn to follow in my siblings footsteps.”

You meet his blue eyes, softly smiling as you nod, “A love match for Mr. Bridgerton, huh? Have you found her?”

Benedict smiles, licking the remnants of tea from his bottom lip as he whispers, “I haven’t yet, but I am hoping to - eager to.” You swallow back more tea, trying not to choke on it as he continued. “Someone educated, kind hearted and-.”

“Well hey there, Bluebell,” Peter’s voice boomed. You, Sarah and Benedict all look up to see Lord Peter standing with a book in hand. He smiles, trilling his fingers on the book as he asks, “Mind if I join you for three tea?”

“Uh-,” Benedict stammers, leaning back in his chair. “Of course,” you say with a smile as Peter plops down beside you. “Thank you, your Grace. Sarah,” he nods. “Thank you for the remedy you gave me this morning.” He looks to Benedict, “Benny, thanks for getting me to the point of needing Sarah’s famous remedy.”

“Whatever are you doing here, Parker?” Benedict asks.

“Has no one told you yet?” Peter says, preparing his tea. “The Duchess and I are courting. Openly - of course. But nonetheless courting now. Whatever are you doing here, Bridgerton?” Peter’s tone is a bit sharp as he taps off the tea onto the side of his cup.

“Oh- I-,” Benedict blinks, sipping on his tea as he eyes Peter. “I did not know. My apologies. My intentions were to ask you to tonight’s ball that is being hosted at Lady Danbury’s home.”

“Well, we will already be there, Benny,” Peter blurts out. “But you already knew that, correct?”

“Lord Parker,” you interrupt, side-eyeing Peter - confused at his tone. You turn to Benedict, smiling at him, “Lady Danbury was kind enough to offer Sarah and I to stay with her this season since my countryside home is so far away.”

“And kind enough to offer my Aunt May and I a place to stay at her estate as well,” Peter interjects, leaning back in his chair and throwing a plum up in the air, catching before he takes a large bite.

You place your palms on the table and look to Benedict, “I would love to have a dance reserved with you this evening, Benny. Would that be okay with you?” Benedict blushes, nodding - “I would love nothing more.”

Both you and Benedict turn towards Peter, who was staring Benedict down, plum juice dripping down his chin. “Well…” Benedict sighs, getting up from the table as he waves. “I feel as if I have overstayed my welcome. Sarah, Peter - thank you for tea. Your Grace, I am looking forward to our dance this evening.” He bows before walking away.

You turn towards Peter, scowling at him as you speak, “What on earth was that, Peter? You said you would help me find a love match. What could possibly be wrong with Benedict Bridgerton?”

Peter seems to roll his eyes at you as he takes a sip from his tea. “Peter? Have I done something?”

“You have done nothing,” he says quickly, seeming annoyed by the question. “There is nothing wrong with Benedict Bridgerton, I was just trying to act tough - make him feel the fire underneath him. After all you are looking for a love match this season,” Peter says, taking another bite from his plum. “You can dance with him all you want tonight, but in order to make our courtship seem legitimate we must at least share one dance this evening.”

“What if whatever this is with Ben is a potential love match, Peter?” You ask with a hopeful smile. Peter’s stomach turns in knots seeing you swoon over your childhood friend. “What do you mean?”

“What if you and I do not need this ruse further because of Benedict? What if he is the man I am to fall in love with?”

Peter wants to scream. He wants to stand up and flip the very table before him.

But instead Lord Peter Parker stands, bowing at you and Sarah and leaves promptly - turning back for nothing.

“What do you think I have done?” You ask, grunting as Sarah and Helen pull against you to tighten the corset of your gown. “Do you think that I said something?” You watch from the comfort of your bedroom as people start to crowd in the garden for Lady Danbury’s ball.

The garden was illuminated with chandeliers and candelabras - making the place glow yellow as music started to play.

“No ma’am, I do not think you did a thing,” Sarah says, adjusting the last bits of your gown and hair in the mirror. “He was most likely being a grump because of last night's shenanigans with the Bridgerton boys. Now - why don’t we get you downstairs, my lady?”

She places her cold palm on your shoulder, “You look so much like your mother. How I miss her so.”

You place your hand on hers, clearing your throat - “As do I, Sarah. I miss them all every day.” You pause, recalling the last time you saw your family before the accident. Tears form in your eyes remembering the way your father used to hug you, and how your mother smelled. You could still hear your brother’s voice even after all of these years.

The sound of Sarah clearing her throat pulls you from your thoughts as you flash her a smile, shaking off the emotions stirring in your chest. “Enough of this dreariness - they are most likely missing us down at the ball.”

The night was perfect. Women twirled around in their beautiful ball gowns and men wore their best suits, showing themselves off like peacocks to the debutants of the ton. Mothers schemed as they bumped their daughters and sons into the highest ranking singlites of London - hoping to win a prize of an inheritance and a title.

You were one of the greatest - if not the greatest prize to be won this season. Suitors crowded around you as Sarah and Lady Danbury chose from the lot. You would be led onto the dance floor over and over - time and time again, dancing with a strange man only to grow more and more uncomfortable as time passed.

“How many children can you give me?” This suitor asked, stepping on your toes as he danced you around. “I would love as many as possible.”

“And what of me?” You ask, grimacing up at the slender man. “What if I die having so many children?”

“Your duty as a woman would be fulfilled,” he spouts out. “And my duty-“

He stops, turning behind him and stepping away as Sir Benedict Bridgerton steps into his place. His warm smile immediately calms your nerves. “Your Grace, you looked as if you needed saving,” he giggled, adjusting his large palm onto the small of your back. “I apologize, mother needed me.” He said, bringing your hand into his as the two of you begin to dance. “But alas, I am here now. You shall fret no longer,” he jokes.

You smile widely up at the handsome man, “Yes. Alas, you are here now, Ben.”

The two of you dance not once but twice times in a row, laughing as you recall old memories of growing up together and diving into conversations about the future.

“Ah,” he laughs, holding his chest. “You have worn me out! Would you care if I spun off and got us a refreshment?” “I would love a refreshment, Ben. Thank you,” you smile.

Just as Benedict is out of view Lord Peter Parker appears out of the garden’s thick maze. His brown eyes seem to pierce yours from across the ballroom floor, shining brightly from the lights above. He seems to stalk you from across the floor, giving you his hand as he bows, “May I have this dance, your Grace.”

You hesitate, still confused by his abrupt exit during tea time at the park earlier. “Lord Parker,” you bow, placing your hand in his. Feeling your face flush as you look into his deep eyes.

The world seems to stop as he brings you into his strong arm, placing his large hand flat on your back as he brings your hand into his.

“Follow my lead,” he whispers. His breath hits your bare neck, sending chills over your body. “You - you didn’t call me by my name, Peter… no one can hear you right now.”

“My apologies, your Grace.”

He did it again. It wasn’t an accident.

“What did I do?” You ask, furrowing your brows at your friend as the two of you continue to dance. But he is silent. “Peter Parker!” You say with a shove, “Why are you being so horrible to me all of the sudden?! What on earth have I done to you?”

Peter looks shocked that you shoved him as he bows, dramatically holding his arms out as he turns - walking away from you yet again without a word.

You can’t tell if you are more furious or embarrassed as you turn on your heels and walk off of the ballroom floor and into Lady Danbury’s home. Sarah tries to chase after you as you ascend up the stairs and run towards your room in tears. But she is too late, reaching your room just as you slam the door.

Tears stream down your face as you start to rip away at your corset, stepping out of your extravagant dress - feeling as if you could scream. What on earth did you do to Peter Parker to make him act so rude?

Why did you come here in the first place?

“I’m such a fool,” you cry, stripping down to your underwear as you hold your head in your hands and you sit on the side of your large bed.

You fall asleep crying, holding yourself in bed.

Thuds wake you up. Gasping as you sit up, holding your chest as you squint - hearing sounds coming from your wardrobe. You quickly throw on your nightdress, grabbing your lit candlestick from the table beside your bed as you approach the wooden doors to the wardrobe.

Before you grab the handle the doors fly open as two objects fall out into the floor with loud thuds.

And groans?

You gasp, shining the light from the flame below you - seeing the faces of none other than Sir Fredrick and Lord Covington looking up at you, both laid out on the ground. That means they had been lurking in your wardrobe for hours.

You let out a loud scream as you turn, running towards the door and opening it - shocked at the sight of a sleeping Peter Parker kicked back in a chair beside the window with an open book on his chest. He stirs as the door opens, feet loudly hitting the floor as his eyes open wide.

“S-Sir Fredrick and Lord Convington,” you say with wide eyes as you look at Peter. “They were hiding in my wardrobe. They-“

Peter is up out of the chair and onto his feet before you can utter another syllable. “May!” He screams as he stalks into your room.

You follow behind him, watching as Peter grabs one of the men by the collar, punching him in the face with a grunt as you watch the man fall to the floor. You cannot make out much, it’s too dark to see anything besides Peter’s silhouette above one of the men as he pummels him. “Why are you in her bedroom?!” Peter screams.

Just as things seem to get out of control, both Sarah and Lady May enter the room with a few guards - all holding lit candlesticks. It’s enough to illuminate the room now.

Your eyes widen seeing blood on the floor as you scanned the room, stopping as your gaze falls upon Peter straddling one of the men. He’s angry, fuming as he holds the man’s head off the ground as he grips his shirt’s collar. “I will not ask you again, Covington,” Peter growls.

“If there was a scandal she would have to wed,” the man let out a pained moan. “If we could have had our way with her she would be tainted and one of us would end up with the title and money that came with the duchess.”

Peter grimaced, punching the man in the face again as he threw him to the ground - standing above him as he hissed, “Throw these two out of here immediately.” The men are apprehended and taken out of the room. The crowd follows, panicking about what had just happened - leaving you and Peter alone with the one candlestick in your hand.

Peter walks over to you, his shirt is unbuttoned and his hair is a mess from the altercation. He looks to you with tired eyes as he whispers, “Please tell me that you’re okay,” You nod quickly. “I am a bit shaken but I am okay because you saved me, Peter. Thank you..”

He looks at your shaking hand holding the candle, subconsciously caressing your fingers with his. You swallow watching as his skin meets yours.

Were you dreaming?

Peter’s chest is rising and falling as your eyes shift back to his, seeing that they were already on you. He steps closer, sighing as he takes in your aroma.

Was he looking at your lips?

You lick your lips, watching Peter’s honey eyes look back up to yours, blinking his long eyelashes at you as a soft smile appears on his face.

His fingers have wrapped around yours as he looks back to your hand - realizing what he was doing and pulling away immediately. “My apologies.. I am pleased to know you are safe now, but I must retire to bed.”

Before you can reply, Peter is out the door and down the hallway, leaving you alone.

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Here she is, Part three. Should I keep going or nah? If you love me you’ll let me know how this part made you feel. PLEASE COMMENT REBLOG AND LIKE!

Jk here’s PART FOUR AHHHHH

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movieexpert1978 · 3 years

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Covalent Crystals ch. 1

Ok I thought I would try my hand at writing some Doc Ock. This story takes place mostly through the movie. Just wanted to do some Otto x OC. I’m not really good at writing character x reader stories. I might post this on AO3 later. I just haven’t posted anything there for ages. I’ll put some more AN at the end of the chapter. There is some swearing in this chapter.

Otto meets someone else that was in the hospital he woke in after the accident.

Ch. 1: Adjustments

“NOOOO!”

Otto Octavious screamed into the air around the ruins of the operating theater. Bodies were thrown around with pieces of medical equipment littering the floor. Everything was all a blur in a way. His eyes hurt from the explosion and his back felt sore and stiff. The arms helped him to his feet and he started walking or more like stumbling. The arms helped him remain upright as he tried to figure a way out of the hospital. He wandered through the halls catching the eyes of another patient. As quietly as she could she followed him, trying her best to avoid the lenses of the four arms. The center dot seemed to glow red with anger. Obviously something had happened to him but she wasn’t sure what. The arms flung the sliding doors to the outside wide open. The city noise just disoriented Otto further as he wandered into the middle of the street. A taxi honked at him and two arms literally tossed the car aside making it land on another car. Otto started at the arms for a moment as they seemed to look up at him protectively almost. He turned at the sound of sirens and bolted again.

Xxxxxx

He eventually found himself at an abandoned pier on the Hudson River. Even though his head was pounding the simple lapping of the water soothed him somewhat as he managed to find a blanket that was torn up but wasn’t infested with vermin. He didn’t sleep well that night. He kept seeing Rosie’s body slump over against the wall as glass shot all around him. Why…why had the demonstration gone wrong? The numbers were right! It had been working! Eventually he couldn’t sleep anymore as the sun started to rise. He stared at the water just feeling emotionally numb.

“My Rosie’s dead. My dream is dead, and these…monstrous things should be at the bottom of the river…along with me.” He spoke finally. One of the arms seemed to squeal at him in protest.

Don’t think like that.

Otto blinked in confusion. “Something in my head. It’s something talking.”

Father?

“The inhibitor chip!” He gasped in horror. He felt for it, but it was no longer there.

Gone.

“Gone.” He realized it was the AI of the arms that were now speaking to him. Four voices in perfect sync. They spoke gently to him.

You should rebuild

“Rebuild…” Otto let out a defeated sigh. “Peter was right. I miscalculated.” He said.

NO!

The voices snapped at him and made him think it over for a minute. There was a successful reaction though. “I couldn’t have miscalculated. It was working wasn’t it?” He said thinking. “Yes…” He grinned to himself. “We could rebuild, enlarge the containment field, make it bigger and stronger than ever. We need money.” He said quickly. “Steal it? No, no, no, I’m not a criminal.” He insisted. The arms spoke to him again, urging him on. He nodded in agreement. “That’s right…the real crime would be not to finish what we started.” He said. He turned and faced the skyline and the arms raised him up. “We’ll do it here. The power of the sun in the palm of my hand. Nothing will stand in our way…nothing!” He shouted into the air. He paced for a bit as he had to figure out what to do next. The hospital gown had to go. He needed clothes and supplies for himself first. Something creaked and he looked around.

“Who’s there?” He called out. Nothing seemed out of place. There was another creak and the pinchers snapped in warning. A young woman stood up and held up her hands. “What are you doing here?” Otto asked.

“I followed you from the hospital.” She answered. Her hair was dyed a dark blue with green highlights.

“Why?” He asked confused.

“Why not?” She shrugged. Her jeans were torn and she had a tang top and a light jacket on. One of the arms charged at her and she held her hand up. The arm couldn’t move. Otto blinked in surprise before the other arms shot out at her and they stopped too. “Tell them to stop.” She said, only her mouth wasn’t moving. Otto backed away nervously.

“What are you?”

“I don’t know.” She shrugged again. “I can move things with my mind.” She said waving her hand. A piece of wood floated around before she put it down. “And I can control people with my mind too.” She said. She pointed her finger and a rat came out. It jumped a few times before retreating.

“How?”

“I don’t know!” She snapped. “I hit fourteen and all of a sudden I could hear everyone at once. I started screaming and everyone was moving at once. I don’t remember much after that.” She said.

“So you followed me just because?” He asked confused.

“Yeah.” She nods.

“I have an agenda and you’re not going to stop me.” He said firmly.

“I don’t want to stop you. I just want to stay with you for a little while.” She chuckled. “It’s not like we’re normal. I don’t really want to go back to the hospital anyway.” She added. He could detect the sadness in her voice.

“Then I guess…maybe we could help each other.” He suggested.

“Yeah…like getting you some clothes.” She laughed.

“Fair enough.” He shrugged.

“I’ll come back in a couple of hours.” She said.

“How do you know what to get?” He asked curiously.

“I can read minds too. Sorry for the intrusion, although having that AI is good protection.” She said. Before he could say another word she left.

“Huh…that was weird. I should get used to that now though.” He said.

Xxxxxx

True to her word the girl came back later in the afternoon. She came back with two large luggage cases, a backpack, and another large bag.

“How did you get all this?” He said shocked.

“First trick I learned was getting the atm to give me cash.” She winked. The arms helped her put everything down. One of the big suitcases was for him. He opened it to find clothing for him that fit good. She did have good taste.

“I like the jacket.” He said.

“Here.” She said handing him a pair of sunglasses. He sighed in relief as the light dimmed. He felt a lot better now that he was dressed.

“Thank you.” He said. It was then that he realized that he didn’t know her name. “What’s your name?”

“Crystal.”

“Crystal…there’s no way that’s your name.” He smirked.

“It’s the only one you’re going to get.” She winked.

“Fair enough, Otto Octavious.” He said holding out his hand. She shook it gently.

“I got a first aid kit. Those burns look back.” She pointed out.

“Just give me some aspirin if you got it.” He said. She reluctantly handed him a bottle.

“Well here, use this at least.” She said handing him some ointment. “It’s got aloe in it and that helps with burns.”

“Alright, alright.” He gently relented.

“I take it this is you.” She said handing him the paper. He frowned as he read it over. “Lousy fuckers.” He hissed.

“I mean Doctor Octopus is kinda practical.” Crystal teased.

“Doesn’t mean I have to like it.” Otto said irritated.

“I can understand that, sorry.” She said quickly. She handed him some food and water. “Here…in case you want to use it.” She said handing him some extra cash.

“Thanks.” He said putting it in his pocket. The jacket worked rather well at hiding the arms. You could only really see the tips of them if you were really looking. When he was done eating he looked and saw Crystal lying on a sleeping back with a small pillow.

“If you know the right places cheap pillows can actually be comfy.” She said.

“I take it you’ve had a lot of experience with this.” Otto said looking over her.

“I know it probably sounds cliché but I ran away when I was sixteen and that was ten years ago.”

“You still look like a teenager almost.”

“I know…another trick I learned was that when you control people’s minds you can tick them into seeing anything you want.”

“Prove it.” Otto said with a challenge.

“You sure?” She said, sitting up. He nodded and she grabbed the paper again. “Ok, tell your arms I’m not going to hurt you. Just relax, you’ll only feel a little pressure.” She explained. After a few moments Otto nodded that he was ready. She held up the paper with the infernal headline labeling him Doc Ock. “Now close your eyes and count to three.” She said. He did as he was told and when he looked at the paper again the headline was different.

Dr.Otto Octavious Solves Energy Crisis

“Holy shit!” He gasped and grabbed the paper. He grunted when he felt a pressure leave his head and the headline returned to normal. “That’s amazing!” He said. She nods and lays back down. She got him a sleeping bag and a pillow too, although he doubted it would do much good.

“Sorry but I need to sleep for a bit. Don’t worry I won’t hear you. It’s like my recharge after using my power for awhile.” She explained.

“Alright.” He nods. She turns on her side and falls asleep while Otto is left to his thoughts or rather their thoughts.

AN: Crystal is a telepath with a lot of powers. I just picked those because I’ve always thought those kinds of powers were so cool. I kinda got inspired to write this story when reading the novelization. when the arms start moving in the hospital part of the nurses screams “He’s a mutant.” so I just thought what if another mutant was in the hospital and befriends him. Slow burn here too. It’s a short and sweet story. Hope you guys like it. I wanted to include a lot of easter eggs too since I keep looking up Alfred Molina on IMDB and have reread the novelization again.

#doc ock x oc #otto octavius x oc #otto octavius #doc ock #slow burn #swearing #fanfiction #spiderman 2 #raimi spider man

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