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readordiebyemilyt · 2 years
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The inexplicable Doc Ock x Aunt May zine!
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randomwriter28 · 1 year
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Goodbye, For Now
Pairing: Otto x Y/n Parker
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I was recently called by my little brother, Peter Parker, for help with some weird thing that he explained as ‘villains from different multiverses coming into our verse and trying to kill him and he was going to try and save them?’ The whole thing confused me beyond comprehension but I had him send me his location and drove over to the complex that Happy was staying in.
“This better not be some stupid prank, dude.” I said to Peter as I stepped out of my car and met him in front of the apartment complex.
“I promise, I’m not tricking you this time. Just come on and see for yourself.” Peter grabbed me by the arm and dragged me through the lobby and into the elevator. When the elevator stopped at the top floor and opened up to the penthouse, everything looked normal until Happy ran across the room while being chased by sand?
“What the hell?” I asked, stepping into the penthouse before the elevator closed behind me. I had to quickly step back and press myself against the doors of the elevator when a metal limb slammed down in front of me. A loud gasp left my lungs when my eyes looked up to see a heavier set man in a trench coat with black out glasses on, wrapped up in these metal limbs.
“See? I told you. Not a prank.” Peter said. I carefully stepped around the metal limb and kept my blood red eyes on the man that seemed to be attached to the limbs in a way.
“And what exactly do you need my help with?” I asked, my eyes staying on the man for a second longer before I finally looked at my little brother and scowled.
“Uhuh, well, I need your powers to help with creating the solutions to help these guys out.” Peter chuckled nervously and my scowl only deepened before I grabbed him by the arm and dragged him this time, out of the room of strange people.
“You know how I feel about using my powers in front of people I don’t know. What did you think my answer would be?” There was a bitterness in my voice when I asked the question, expecting an answer from the highschooler.
“W-well, I, uh, I thought maybe if you helped them, I could pull a few strings and get you into that school you’ve been wanting to go to for a long time?” Peter said with an unsure tone in his voice. I huffed and punched him in the arm.
“You owe me big time.” I said with a frown before leaving the back room and looking at each of the strangers in turn. Peter followed not far behind me and stood at my side before getting everyone’s attention.
“Y/n, this is Dr. Norman Osborne, Electro, Dr. Curtis Connors, Flint Marko and Dr. Otto Octavius.” Peter introduced me to these strange people but I had to be honest, working with the Avengers every once in a while allowed me to see some weird things. “Everyone, this is my older sister, Y/n Parker.” Peter added, gesturing to me and I gave a small wave.
“Ah! Y/n! I’m surprised that Peter convinced you to stay.” I heard Aunt May say behind me, making me turn around and smile brightly at the sight of my lovely aunt.
“Yeah, well, I’m not too ecstatic about it but he offered me something I couldn’t refuse.” I explained with a chuckle as I stepped forward and hugged the older woman. It had been a while since I last saw her. After all, I was in college and everything so life was busier than it used to be. Someone cleared their throat behind me so I turned around and looked at Norman. “Do you have an issue with me catching up with my only remaining family, doctor?” I asked with some sass in my voice. Norman shook his head and shrugged a little. Peter nodded a little from the awkward tension in the air.
“Well, let’s get things underway then. First, Doctor Octavius? Are you okay with being the first one?” Peter asked the dangling doctor.
“Not particularly.” The doc answered. Peter looked at me before taking me to the back room where Tony’s invention table was stored, ready to create the solutions to these troubled people.
“Are you sure this is a good idea?” I asked, using my magic to handle little pieces of the chip that would revert Otto back to himself.
“Yes. This was Aunt May’s idea and she showed me that even the worst people can be helped.” Peter answered. I could only nod, knowing that Aunt May would never lead us astray. For the next hour or so, Peter and I sat in the back while Aunt May tended to our ‘guests’. After some aggravating and focused work, the chip was complete and ready to replace the old one that was fried in the scientist’s neck.
“Your powers are more accurate than my hands so, could you replace the old one with this one in Doctor Octavius’ neck?” Peter asked me. I sighed softly and nodded in obligation, using my powers to carry the little device and walk up the stairs to stand behind Otto while Peter made his metal limbs lift him higher so I could access the damaged chip.
“Keep your hands off me, girl!” Otto started to squirm and I sighed in annoyance before making his head still, a red ring surrounding his neck while a little part opened up and allowed me to take out the old chip. At that moment, Otto went limp, completely silent and motionless. I was afraid that I messed up but I proceeded to put the chip in his neck and stepped back after it clicked into place.
The room was silent for a moment before Otto gasped to life, raising his head and looking around, getting used to his surroundings again. “The voices. They’re gone. It’s so…quiet.” Otto said, looking at his dear friend before looking at Peter and smiling sweetly then looking back at me. I gave a small smile and waved a little.
“Wow, thank you, young lady.” He said to me, much more chivalrous than he was before the chip was replaced. “Sure thing.” I said before hopping down from the hanging platform and landing gently on my feet. Peter released control over Otto’s actuators and allowed him to lower to the floor. I could still feel the man’s eyes on me, making my heart race slightly. No one had ever stared at me the way he was at that moment.
A few weeks passed by and everyone was back to normal but we still didn’t know how to get them back to their own realities. That was still in the works. Meanwhile, I had come out of my shell with a certain metal limbed doctor and in general. Tonight, I actually had a date with someone I met on campus and I was currently getting ready for said date. When I walked downstairs, I caught the attention of the men playing Uno and giggled a little at Peter and Otto.
“Wow, sis. You look amazing! I have confidence that this date will go amazing.” Peter said, standing up and walking over to me with a smile. The young hero took my hands in his before giving me a big hug and wishing me luck. “Have a good time. You deserve it.” He said before sending me off and closing the door behind me. Of course, the night didn’t go as planned. In fact, the date didn’t happen at all.
I returned to the penthouse and shut the door a little harder than I intended, muttering to myself with my makeup running down my face from the crying. “Y/n? Y/n! Wait!” I heard Peter say but I slammed the door in his face before he could get to me. “What happened? Did the date not go well?” Peter asked through the door.
“Just leave me alone! I’m meant to be alone!” I said, not meaning to say the last part aloud. “Just…go away Peter.” My voice quieted down after speaking my mind, hugging myself while sitting down on my bed and bringing my knees to my chest. It was silent for a while before a soft knock was heard on my door. “I told you to go away, Peter.” I said, rolling over in my bed to face away from the door, sniffling while hugging a pillow.
“Well, I guess it’s a good thing I’m not Peter then.” A honey sweet, lower voice said, my chest tightening at the sound of his voice. “Peter told me you came back crying and upset.” Otto said, his voice so soft and caring that I could melt anytime I heard it. “Do you want to talk?” The older male asked, the soft whirring of his actuators filling the room while he awaited my answer.
“I got stood up. That’s all that happened.” I said, hugging the pillow tighter. A soft sigh came from Otto and I could hear the shuffling of his metal limbs bringing him closer.
“I know there’s more to it.” Otto continued to sound so sweet and caring with that voice of his and sat down on the side of my bed, my bed sipping down a bit from the new companion.
I was silent for a little while before feeling the tightness in my chest snap and I started to sob again, tears flowing freely like a dam breaking and water gushing out. “I-I thought I f-finally found someone who c-c-cared that wasn’t my brother or Aunt May.” I managed to stutter out through my crying.
Otto’s arms scooped me up with ease and he set me in his lap, gently caressing up and down on my back. “There is.” His golden, honey brown eyes gazed down at me while I wiped my eyes and cheeks, wiping away the running makeup and sniffling again and again.
“If it’s someone who’s going to dump me like everyone else, I want nothing to do with him.” I said firmly, crossing my arms over my chest and looking away from the scientist/inventor. It wasn’t long until I felt a finger under my chin, turning my head to turn and look at Otto.
“I won’t be like everyone else.” Otto said, a disguised confession of his developed feelings for me. I was speechless, my eyes wide and mouth agape from the new information. “You are more precious to me than anything and I hate seeing you so hurt by someone who is less than adequate for you.” Otto added, brushing his fingers through my hair.
“I-I….Otto.” I managed to stutter out, wrapping my head around everything. I hadn’t realized it before now but my recent flusteredness around the man, my stuttering when he complimented me. It all made sense now.
“I want to be yours, Otto.” I said, my voice barely above a whisper.
“Then mine you shall be.” Otto sounded so poetic when he spoke up in response to her confession. After that was a fuzzy memory, sleep dragging me down and allowing me to fall asleep in Otto’s arms, feeling comforted and safe in his grasp.
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mrshipsmcgee · 2 years
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A Lord & A Lady Part Three
TASM!Peter Parker x (fem) Reader
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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.
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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.
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“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.”
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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.
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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.
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!
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Old Faces & New Friends | Spider-Man Prequel P.6
Follows the events of Spider-Man 2
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Catch up on parts 1-5 -> Series Masterlist | Marvel Masterlist
Characters & pairings: Tobey!Peter Parker x female!reader/ Black Cat (eventual romance), tobey!peter x Mary Jane Watson (only for S1), Harry Osborn, Gwen Stacy, Eddie Brock, Norman Osborn, Otto Octavius, J. Jonah Jameson (pretty much every character from the Raimi trilogy)
Content Warnings: profanity, mentions of death.
Premise: After a birthday that resulted in him losing his job, missing class, and finding out his aunts home is being foreclosed, Peter Parker finds struggle in balancing everyday life while keeping the streets of New York safe as Spider-Man. There’s also slight strain between him and best friend, Harry, as well as tension with childhood love, Mary Jane. Things finally look promising when Harry introduces Peter to his idol, Dr. Otto Octavius. And to his surprise, Peter runs into a familiar face, one he hasn’t seen in two years.
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Pizza time….more like ‘well fuck a duck’ time.
Peter Parker’s birthday was nothing short of a disaster.
First, he’s late to work which then results in being late on a delivery and therefore, fired. Then he’s late to class—running into his professor, Dr. Connors, who made sure to make his disapproval very aware to Peter. Later on at his other job for the Daily Bugle, he has to give up another photo of his costumed alias in order for payment, but then is hit with the fact its short to make up for the advancement he asked for week prior.
The night seemed to have the same energy as the day. There was a surprise birthday party waiting for him from May, Harry, and surprisingly Mary Jane. Unfortunately it wasn’t as bright as Peter hoped. Because reality smacked him in the face once more by discovering Aunt May’s hope was being foreclosed and Mary Jane was seeing someone.
And not to forget, the land lord got on his ass again about rent before snatching the only cash Peter had for the week out of his hands.
Yeah. It wasn’t the happiest of birthdays.
Today, however, felt promising to Peter. Harry hooked him up with a one-on-one with the brilliant fusion scientist, Dr. Otto Octavius. He followed Harry into the room where Otto was making the finishing touches with his team on his fusion-reactor. “Doctor,” one of the scientist calls out, “Mr. Osborn’s here.”
“Nobel Prize, Otto!” Harry skips down the steps as the man turns in his chair. “Nobel Prize. And we’ll all be rich.” He pulls off his shades and takes Otto’s extended hand.
“Not about the prizes, Harry,” He tells him.
“Ah but you need money. You need Oscorp.”
“Who do we have here?” Peter straightens when Otto refers to him. Harry gives a smile, “This is my good friend I called you about. The guy who got me through high school science.”
“Peter Parker, sir,” Peter steps forward with an extended hand. Otto takes it, nodding, “Parker.”
“I’m writing a paper on you for—.”
“Yes, Yes,” Otto interrupts, “I know what you’re doing here, but I really don’t have time to talk to students right now—.” The sound of Harry clearing his throat with a firm look has Otto backtracking. “But Oscorp pays the bills so.”
“That’s right,” Harry smiles, stepping back to turn to Peter. “So I have to take off—board meeting, but my job is done here. Got you two geniuses together. Good luck tomorrow, Otto.” He starts walking backward as he talks, finishing with, “Nobel Prize,” before spinning around to exit the room. “We’ll see you in Sweden!!”
A moment of silence passes between Otto and Peter as they watch Harry depart. “Interesting fellow, your friend.”
“I won’t take much of your time—,” Peter starts, but Otto interrupts again after his name finally clicks.
“Parker. Now I remembered you. You’re Connors student. He tells me you’re brilliant.” Peter smiles shyly. “He also tells me you’re lazy.”That made him blush.
“Trying to do better.”
“Being brilliant’s not enough young man,” Otto tells him with a serious tone. “You have to work hard. Intelligence is not a privilege, it’s a gift. And you use it for the good of mankind.” As Peter lets his words sink in, a new voice enters the room.
“Otto,” the soft tone belongs to a beautiful woman carrying flowers as she walks toward the two. “Lunch is ready.”
“This is my wife, Rosie,” Otto introduces the lady, who smiles at Peter.
“Hello!” Peter greets with a smile and shakes her hand. She returns the gesture, her own smile taking form on her lips, “hello.”
“This is Peter Parker—Connors student. The one who falls asleep in class.” Instead of looking as though she disapproves, Rosie gives one of understanding.
“I always fell asleep in physics class,” she says teasingly. “Nice to meet you Peter.”
“Good to meet you,” he replies as she moves around him to give Otto a kiss before excusing herself. Once she leaves, Peter’s attention draws to the large machine seated in the corner of the room. “Is that it?”
“Yes,” Otto affirms, “my design for initiating and sustaining fusion.” Together they move toward the machine. A few of Ottos team members continued to work, paying no mind to them.
“Well I understand you use harmonic syntonic frequencies”
“Sympathetic frequencies,” Otto corrects, standing behind Peter when they stop in front of the machine.
“Harmonic reinforcements?” Peter wonders. It makes Otto raise a brow, “go on.” Peter takes a moment to think before continuing, “an exponential increase in energy output.”
“A huge amount of energy,” the scientist nods. “Like a perpetual sun providing renewable power for the whole world.”
“To put it simple,” a light voice says, heels clicking with each word. Peter turns around at the sound, only to be met with a familiar face beaming at him. “It will be like having the power of the sun in the palm of your hand.” Y/N.
Y/n L/n to be exact. The girl who Peter met two years prior in the Columbia lab where he was bit by the spider that chanced his life. Harry’s friend, and the ‘daughter Norman Osborn wished he had.’ She looked the same from what Peter could gather—while he tried not to make it obvious he was checking her out. Same twinkling eyes and mischievous smile. The only thing he could tell changed in the two years was her hair and her facial features appeared more pronounced.
Peter also took notice that the clothes she wore beneath her lab coat screamed wealth. Completely different from their first encounter.
For starters, she was wearing a white silk blouse tucked into a knee length black leather pencil skirt. The belt around her waist had a golden medusa head right on the front. Versace. And Peter could’ve sworn he saw red peaking beneath her black stilettos. The statement of Christian Louboutin shoes. Her ears adorned diamond studs and there was a gold necklace around her neck.
Peter wasn’t one to judge. He was in no place to. But he couldn’t help but wonder how Y/n, a third year college student at Columbia and living in New York at 21 could afford such luxurious brands. Then again, she did have a full ride at the university and was more than likely being paid for the internship.
Or maybe she’s just really good at saving and investing her money. Everyone deserves to treat themselves.
“Peter this is my brilliant intern, Y/n L/n,” Otto raises a hand to introduce her, snapping him out of his thoughts. “She’s one of my top researchers in this project—and without her this couldn’t have been done. Y/n, this is—.”
“Peter Parker,” she finishes for him with a smile. “It’s nice to see you again.”
Peter feels heat in his face, beaming back at her. “It’s nice to see you too, Y/n.” Otto raises a brow, eyes flicking between the two.
“You two know each other?” He asks.
“Harry Osborn happens to be a mutual friend of ours,” she says without looking away from Peter. He tries not to blush even harder—not used to receiving such looks from a pretty girl. “Although, it’s been quite some time since we’ve been acquainted. Hasn’t it, Peter?”
“It has,” he gives a nervous chuckle. “two-two years, i think?” She gives a nod before finally turning her attention to Otto, “I’m not much of a social butterfly nowadays anyway—with all the work doc here has been giving me.”
Otto rolls his eyes, albeit playfully. “If I recall, L/H, you’re the one who wanted to graduate a semester early. You asked for it.”
Peter’s expression takes one of awe, “You’re graduating from Columbia this fall?” Doing the math mentally, Y/n was a freshmen two years ago when they met, making her a junior for the current spring semester. So she would be entering her senior year in the fall.
“I got the opportunity to apply for a dual Master’s and PhD program that starts next spring,” she looks down to the floor shyly, as though the accomplishment wasn’t that special. “Thanks to Dr. Octavius pulling some strings, I was able to have this internship extended. All I have to do next semester is my final thesis and I’m done.”
“That’s amazing!” Peter praises, causing her to blush. “Is the program at Columbia or…..”
“Cornell,” she replies, chuckling like she couldn’t believe it.
“Wow,” he breathes out, grinning at her with amazement. “That’s really amazing, Y/n. I’m happy for you.”
“Thank you,” she smiles back. Meanwhile neither of the two notice Otto watching the interaction with a knowing look, trying to fight the smile forming on his lips. He knew that look when he was younger. It was the same he wore when he first met Rosie.
“Why don’t you two join Rosie and I for lunch,” he offers, motioning them to follow him to the dining room where Rosie has laid out a meal. “Y/n, you’ve been working hard all day and deserve a break. And Peter, I’d like to continue hearing more of your thoughts.”
The three join Rosie in the dining room where the table was laid out with plates and utensils. She welcomes them with a smile, “Finally, I thought I was going to have to enjoy all this myself.” They all take a seat with Rosie and Otto seated across from each other leaving Peter and Y/n to take the ones in between them.
After eating, Peter and Otto resume their conversation from earlier while Alan prepares tea for the four. “It’s amazing,” Peter tells the scientist as he brings over a tray full of teacups and the kettle. “Are you sure you can stabilize the fusion reaction?”
“Peter, what have been talking about for the last hour and a half?” Peter still looks concern. Otto continues, “This is my life’s work.i certainly know the consequences of the slightest miscalculation.” He turns to look at Y/n, “First I hear it from you, now from him.”
Peter glances at Y/n, noticing her look of concern but says, “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to question your work.”
“Rosie, our new friend thinks I’m gonna blow up the city,” he ends with a light chuckle. “You can sleep soundly tonight.” Rosie smiles gently while pouring the tea.
“Otto’s done his homework,” she assures. Meanwhile Y/n, while mixing her tea with some sugar and honey, gives a slight shake of the head. The action going unnoticed by everyone except Peter. “Come to the demonstration tomorrow and you’ll see.” She hands Peter a teacup before taking her seat. “You need to sleep soundly tonight, Otto.”
He just shakes his head, “Did Edison sleep before he turned on the light? Did Marconi sleep before he turned on the radio? Did Beethoven sleep before he wrote the fifth?”
“Did Burhnuey sleep before he found the curves of quickest descent?” Peter adds, making Otto grin widely.
“Ahh, Rosie, I love this boy!” Both he and Rosie take their own teacups.
“Peter tell us about yourself,” she says to him, taking the sugar Y/n passed to her. “Do you have a girlfriend?” This makes Y/n raise her brow at Peter, interested to hear what he has to say.
He blushes, “Uh—well,” he starts but pauses before eventually shrugging. “I don’t really know.”
“Well shouldn’t you know?” Otto questions, but then adds, “well who would know.”
“Ah leave him alone,” Rosie scolds. “Maybe it’s a secret love.”
“Love should never be a secret. If you keep something complicated as a love stored up inside, it will make you sick. I finally got lucky in love,” He turns to his wife with a loving gaze.
She returns it with, “we both did. But it’s hardly perfect. You have to work at it. I met him on the college steps and I knew it wasn’t going to be easy.” Otto sets his down after taking a sip, laughing gently as the memory flashes in his mind. “He was studying science and I was studying English literature.”
“That’s right, I was trying to explain the theory of relativity—.”
“A must when trying to chat up a gorgeous woman,” Y/n teases, bringing her cup up to her lips. Otto laughs again.
“And Rosie was trying to explain T.S Elliot.”
Y/n then turns to Rosie, winking, “A woman of good taste.” She chuckles, returning her gaze back to Otto.
He starts to quote, “Time present and time past are both perhaps present and time future,” Rosie finishes with him, both beaming. “I still don’t understand what he was talking about.”
“Oh come on,” Rosie leans back in her chair.
“I’m serious,” he defends. “T.S. Elliot is more complicated than advanced science. But if you want to get a woman to fall in love with you, feed her poetry.” Otto was an older man, but it didn’t make him stupid. He saw the way Peter was looking at Y/n before lunch and while he may not be referring to her in regards to his ‘complicated relationship,’ there was no denying the possible spark between the two students.
“Poetry,” Peter repeats, but more to himself. Across the table, Y/n rolls her eyes thinking, ‘oh boy, it’s a good thing you’re cute, Parker.’
“Never fails,” Otto casts one last glance to Rosie. It’s then he notices Y/n’s unimpressed expression. “What about you, L/n? Any lucky person catchin’ your eyes these days?” Like how he noticed Peter’s admiring gaze on her, Otto also observed Y/n giving the same to the boy.
“As my social life is non-existent with school and working for you, Doctor, I don’t think I’ll be near anything romance related for awhile.” Although her tone is neutral, Peter picks up on the strain in her demeanor. There’s almost a haunted edge to it. Peter wonders what could be the cause, but would never openly ask about something Y/n may not want to discuss.
“Oh come on,” Otto waves a hand. “You’re beautiful, intelligent, hardworking and the list goes on. You’re on the road to becoming one of the greatest minds science has ever seen. Anyone would be lucky to have you.”
“Oh I know that,” she tilts her head confidently. “Believe me, whoever does gain my attraction is lucky. When that time comes, I don’t know when it will, I’ll embrace it with open arms. But right now the goal is to have a successful demonstration tomorrow followed by a golden thesis this fall.”
“I’ll drink to that.”
After about twenty more minutes of tea and small talk, Otto excuses himself saying he needed to get back to work in order to prepare for the following days presentation. Y/n offers to walk Peter out, the two saying goodbye to Rosie before departing.
They go back to the main room where Peter first arrived with Harry. “It was good seeing you again today, Peter,” Y/n says with a smile. “I can’t believe it’s been two years already.”
“Same here,” he agrees, placing his hands in his jacket pockets. “How have you been?” The last time Peter ever saw Y/n was the World Unity Festival where Norman Osborn had attacked. Although, Y/n doesn’t know it considering he was masked as Spider-Man.
“I’m doing okay,” she replies, heels clicking against the wooden floors. Her own hands went into her lab coat pockets, “busy as you can imagine. A lot happened in two years.” She pauses, a frown taking over her face. “I’m sorry about your uncle, Peter. Harry had mentioned it to me a while ago.”
Peter averted his attention to the floor, “Thank you. It was definitely hard—especially for my Aunt May. But we’ve managed to get by. Taking it one day at a time.”
“I’m glad to hear,” she says softly, the two taking the steps of the foyer and heading to the front door. “That’s really all you can do. I’ve told Harry that several times regarding his dad, but he still tries to act like everything’s okay. How’s he been with you?”
Peter shakes his head with a shrug. Honestly him and Harry have been in a rather awkward phase as of late. There was the whole thing with MJ, and Harry’s hatred toward Spider-Man. “We’ve…..I don’t know really. Him and I haven’t hung out in awhile—I know he’s busy since taking over Oscorp, but…” he trails off, not knowing how to continue.
“I know about the thing with MJ, Peter,” Y/n says lowly. He glances at her to see she was pressing her lips in a thin line. Obviously not a fan of the topic at hand. “Harry took me to one of her shows, then proceeded to tell me all that went down. So you don’t have to hide it.”
“It’s complicated,” Peter glances back at the floor, the two stopping in front of the elevators. “Her and I aren’t together—w-we did hang out a few times once she broke things off with Harry. But we’re just friends.”
“But you want more,” she raises her brow. It wasn’t accusatory, more like she knew what he was indirectly saying.
“That obvious?” He chuckles nervously. She gives a shrug.
“I’ve been there so I can tell when it’s like that for people.”
“Yeah,” he mumbles, shuffling his feet. Not wanting to discuss any further, Peter changes the topic back to Harry. “But anyway, Harry and I, it’s not just about what happened with MJ. He also isn’t happy that I’m still taking pictures of Spider-Man for the Bugle.”
“That’s right,” Y/n hums. “I forgot he mentioned you work for the Bugle. You take shots of Spider-Man? I’m surprised he lets you with how Jameson writes about him.”
Peter hopes his acting skills are working their magic. “Yeah, I’m not too sure if it’ll continue. He hasn’t let me in awhile. I gave my most recent to Jameson the other day, but it’s the last one for now.”
“Well good luck with that,” she chuckles, moving to press the down button on the elevator. “I hear that chick burglar has been giving him trouble. Maybe that’s why he doesn’t have time to model for you.” Peter laughs, although deep down he feels a sting at the indirect jab.
In the two years since Peter had that wild encounter with the female masked burglar, she’s managed to stay under his radar. Despite this, word on the street is she has taken on the identity of a cat burglar for New York’s organized crime. Quiet as a cat, even managing to get dubbed The Black Cat by the Bugle, she’s in an out of places without a trace. Peter doesn’t even get word until after the fact when she’s made her escape.
Is it annoying him greatly? Hell yes.
What good in being the friendly neighborhood Spider-Man who stops bad guys if he can’t even catch this woman.
She’s just too good. Part of him can’t help but find her impressive.
“So you coming to the demonstration tomorrow?” Y/n’s question snaps him out of his thoughts. The elevator was approaching so he quickly nodded his head, “Y-yeah, yeah I’ll be here.”
She lips turn up in a grin, “wonderful. We’re all planning on going out after to celebrate if it goes well. You should totally come. I know Harry won’t miss it and I’m sure he’d want you there.”
Although it’s not really his scene, Peter can’t help but accept the invitation. “I’d love to join in.”
“Perfect,” Y/n beams, just in time for the elevator to ding and open. Peter steps in, the two saying a quick goodbye. But before the doors of the elevator fully close, Y/n sticks her arm out to stop it.
Peter raises a brow confused, “Everything okay?” He sees her look of concern.
“I just wanted to say,” she pauses, unsure to finish but the anxiety in her heightens. “What you asked about early—regarding if Otto will be able to stabilize the fusion-reaction. You’re concern is valid.” Peter tilts his head, shocked to hear she was saying such a thing when Otto said she was one of the leading researchers on the project.
“But I thought you—.”
“Which is why I’m telling you this. I have faith in the man, no doubt about that,” she assures, but her look doesn’t settle. “But I’ve seen the numbers. I’ve seen the tests. There’s a lot of room for error and I feel Otto doesn’t realize that. While I have hope tomorrow will go as planned—call it my intuition, but I feel like anything can happen.”
“Y/n, if you feel this way then maybe you should tell Otto to postpone the demonstration.”
She shakes her head, “Regardless, Otto’s going to follow through. I just wanted to let you know since you are planning on coming. Just—,” she bites her lip, pausing slightly. “Don’t stand too close.” With that, she removes her arm and lets the door close. Although he hadn’t hit the bottom floor, the elevator descends as Peter stands still.
The whole way down he thinks about the conversation. If Y/n was concerned about stabilizing the reaction, then the chances of something going wrong were high. He had no doubt she and the team are going to do the best they can to have a successful demonstration, but the worry lingered.
Peter could only hope their fears would not come true.
Until then, he had a play to attend.
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Otto octavius x fem phantom reader
Summary:you are called by your Peter parker to help with a "small problem" but I turns crazy. But plus you did not expect to find your soul mate
⚠️: nwh, spoilers age gap like 20 years reader is 23
word: 1.1k
A/n: your powers allow you to fly and past through solid objects and living think. you are also where something like this [x]
soulmate AU where you have a tattoo to represent you soulmate you have a octopus. And when you touch your soulmate for the first time you tattoo will turn gold and itch.
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"WHERE IS PETER PARKER" you yell as you walk though the door. When you walk in you see 3 man and aunt may "hi y/n" may replied
"Hay may" you smile the her then like a switch when off in you head as you start flying"PETER PARKER WHERE THE F.CK ARE YOU" a very scared looking peter walks out of the laundry room. "H-hay phantom" he shudders
"What the hell Peter why are the interdimensional villains in happy's apartment" you ask
"We are not villains" he snapped and looks at you "how are you flying" the anger is gone and replaced with integration
"After being exposed to the realty stone i became a phantom" you replied looking at him. He was tall and handsome but look to be twice your age
"Now peter" you said looking as you are about to kill him "how are going to said them back, without killing us in the process" he looked at you for a moment "we are going to fix them and then use a wizards box to send them back"
"We don't need to be fixed we are not dogs" the man with metal are barked. "How can I help" you asked
"what was your college major" Peter asked you
"human robotics and bio" you replied
"Ok let's get to work" he grabbed your arm and pulled your in to the Laundry room
One of the men in the living room was focused on one thing. You. How did you powers work want was the reality stone and what was the tattoo on your upper arm. It was an octopus. He looked down at his wrist where his tattoo was a ghost or a phantom. He had thought you were pretty but the age gap had to be over 20 years.
"I finished it" Peter yelled running out of the Laundry room "y/n move dr.octavius up please" you did as he asked and you did so
"Will the humiliation ever stop" otto yelled "i will not be apart of your little science experiment
"Stop moving your head" Peter told the older man
"let me help" you said flying up and grabbing his head and forcing it down exposing his neck. Peter put the new chip in otto's neck and he fell limp. After a long 20 seconds he became conscious again. "It is so quiet I almost forgot" otto smiled "thank you dear boy thank you I'm grateful"
After a minute the itch started. You scratched your arm as it inched. You remember that that spot was were your soulmate tattoo was. Oh it was otto octavius he was the last person you had touched. Otto felt the itch but ignored it not even releasing it was his soulmate tattoo.
you sat and thought about the tattoo. if he was from Another Universe that meant you had little time together. if he was your soulmate and you two formed a bond that you would be ripped apart. you decided to save yourself the heartbreak and try to keep your distance from the man that you think is you soulmate
you and aunt may sat and chatted while peter worked on normans cures. the man with robot arms was helping peter in the laundry room. you heard a concern voice as norman walk out of the laundry room with a very odd smile "dr.osborn are you ok" peter asked
"norman is not hear right now" a small cackle left the Goblin
"run get out of here" peter yelled
"no i'm not leaving you" you told him "we stopped thanos together we can stop this together" at that moment peter shot a small stark drone at you and when you tried to phases though it but I failed, tony stark had made it where you can't use your powers
You curse him even though he is dead as you are pulled out the window. But then someone or something grabbed you. You turn and look at the thing that stopped you
You see the man with robotics arms. The one that you think is you soulmate. One of his robotic arm is holding. "Thanks you" you say pulling off the little drone off your jacket and phase though his robot arm.
You look over at the apartment now about 45 feet from the broken window. There is a hole in the floor and everyone is gone "do you have some where to hide" otto asked
"Yes" you say "also im y/n. I already know you dr.octavius"
"Call me otto dear" he tells you. You smile and Motion for him to follow. You take him to a wear house not far from you apartment. He takes off his gloves and sees the gold "phantom" on his wrist and you were the last person he touched
He was now realizing that you could be his soulmate. Hours passed your and otto talked about any thing and everything it was kinda fun for such a dark time in your life
You had talk about the soulmate system in both universes. And he brought up tje soulmate mark on his wrist and you arm with was showing though the fish nets of your jacket
He said that is stated to itch and was gold after you had forced his head down to allow Peter to fix the chip that controlled the AI in tje robotic arms on his back
You replied that yes you had the same feeling after that moment to. So you agree to get to know each other more than you have already
You were sitting talk about both of your high school experiences when you phone when off. It was a video from peter. He was on the status of liberty. You showed it to otto and you both agreed to go
You continued "I love you" his eyes widened "may I kiss you" he nodded and you kissed him. You parted "be careful" he told you
"Of course otto" you said jumping off the scaffolding and flying up to Peter and his 2 other peters
The battle was long at the end green goblin attacked and broke the spell box. Right before strange sent them back he told you "you will be pulled through because of you soulmate" you nodded "I can't stop it so good luck" again you nodded
You ran up to otto and told him what strange said. Your Peter told him to take care of you. And he said "always dear boy"
You took otto's hand and felt like you were fly. As you welcomed your new life.
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This was definitely a self indulgent fic. Have a good day and night.
Pixie out 🧚‍♀️
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spiderman remastered is amazing
before going on a ramble I should say I have not played the DLC (I will soon, but I just really wanted to write about this game!) or Miles Morales (purchased and raring to go) and will probably write about both later if there is anything particularly interesting to write about. I’ll start off without spoilers
let me get this out of the way first: this game does make you feel like spiderman. this is probably something that a million other people have said, but I swear I’ll add something interesting! let’s step back and look at another game that I loved: Star Wars Jedi: Fallen Order (review here)
probably one of my favorite things about fallen order was that it felt like a star wars movie through and through while still being like a game. the music, the presentation, the “cinematography”, the dialogue. it’s interactive, you play as cal for sure, and it feels really fluid, but the overall game presentation feels cinematic
spiderman is... sort of different? the music is very marvel but it doesn’t feel like a movie bgm, it feels like the bgm of swinging through new york, which you are. you don’t get those wide establishing shots or as many of those tense standoffs, but you do get a lot of spidey action and peter parker... action? this sounds kind of like a poor tradeoff but where I think it really shines (besides in gameplay, which I’ll talk about later) is in the character moments. without getting into spoilers, it adds a layer of personal connection that I think is incredibly central to the progression of the plot and everyone’s arcs, peter’s connection with may, martin li, MJ, dr. octavius. it also helps that the VA’s give an A+ job, especially aunt may and otto, and without all of this I think the conflict and resolution would not have hit nearly as hard as it did, but it did, and as a result the story is probably one of my favorites in all of gaming.
of course, yeah, you are spiderman swinging through nyc. that’s fucking awesome. I really don’t think it can be understated how cool swinging is, and how even the minor upgrades you get to movement add to how fun it is. I would actively not use fast travel to just swing around and listen to JJJ’s podcast (which is hilarious, btw) on my way to do things. I really think this is the biggest and most obvious gameplay highlight. it’s spiderman, that’s what he does.
the combat also has spiderman flair, with a variety of gadgets, combos, and throws to weave together. figuring out different ways to use the gadgets and powers mid-fight is pretty satisfying. this is kind of where the compliments end for this though, since by the end of the game it does feel kind of worn out because it’s still fairly simplistic (I am on that platinum games brainrot), and enemy variety does not improve too much. having different challenges and stealth helps, but not enough by the endgame that I just kind of ended up skipping side challenges to just complete the main story (I unlocked what I wanted then just beelined the msq). there’s definitely plenty to do between challenges, research, side combat missions, though, don’t get me wrong. it just gets a little worn thin by the end, if that makes sense?
speaking of low points, I just kind of really did not care too much for MJ and miles sections. just kind of boring stealth that I just ended up ungabunga hold forward and getting through. maybe I just wanted to get back to being spiderman but I just really thought they weren’t necessary. they aren’t very frequent but when they do happen I do roll my eyes.
last negative point I promise, and this one’s a nitpick, and really no one will care, but I just kind of laugh any time an enemy speaks chinese because it’s noticeably “chinese american” pronounciation. maybe all of the goons are 2nd gen or later lol. I think the voice cast for them is probably chinese american based on credits (feel free to check me on this, I have been wrong about this before :x ) so nothing against them. just something I’ve noticed also being 2nd gen.
oh another nitpick is just that it’s really funny as a chemist to hear video game characters basically spew out science word salad talking about things. not a bad thing, just kinda amusing. not gonna be That Guy lol
anyways time to get into spoiler stuff. 
I really have no complaints with pretty much any story beat until maybe the very end. it was incredibly compelling from beginning to end. like I said before, every single character connection felt super meaningful and only makes the tragic clashing of the final confrontation and peter’s decisions all the more gut wrenching. I won’t summarize the story obviously but I’ll mention the highlights.
my one complaint is really that I empathize far too much with doc ock and martin- they have very legitimate beef with osborn and I feel like spiderman’s “killing is bad, actually” kind of lets osborn get off scot free. I really wished to see, yknow, repercussions, for the person who essentially started every single conflict in the entire damn plot. but I am going to guess that will be addressed more in miles morales, and the sequel(s). just felt kind of empty to let him go. I get spiderman’s anti-vengeance spin but I don’t know how justified it is at the very end. we’ll see for the future I guess.
but like god fucking damn what a tragedy these character arcs are. martin’s farewell letter and backstory and otto’s treatment of peter and expressed vision and talents really humanize these characters. the other supervillains yeah whatever. even going in knowing these turns are going to happen (despite not really being a comic nerd) because yeah martin li and otto octavius oh boy I wonder what’s gonna happen to them, their confrontations with peter are built up excellently and just so damn good. I would be lying if I said I did not tear up at his final dialogue with doc after the final fight.
speaking of tearing up, aunt may is a fucking treasure. her VA fucking killed it and every time peter goes to FEAST it’s a joy. which makes her rapid demise to the devil’s breath and peter’s decision to save the antidote at the end so heart breaking. 
I’m really looking forward to digging into the DLC and miles morales, from what I understand the former is kind of just “more spiderman” and I actually don’t know too much about miles morales beside it being relatively short compared to main game. Like I said if they’re interesting to write about maybe I’ll do another mind dump. but for now, wow. what a great game. 
19/20. (November 2022)
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Alright, I want to info dump first thing in the morning, so I am going to info dump about the Crossover AU for The Henry Stickmin Collection/Marvels Spider-Man.
First off, I think it should be called ‘Webbed Up AU’, since it sounds cool, but it also could be called ‘Charles Calvin | Spider-Man AU’ since it also makes sense. This can also be done with the sequel of Miles Morales.
Second, under the cut is going to be ALL of the characters replacing characters and why I feel like it would fit. It’s 11:23 in the morning writing this specific message, I’ll place the ending time here: 2:35 in the afternoon
Thirdly, It is the universe of Henry Stickmin replacing characters within the Spider-Man game. I am not cross referencing deaths from both games, but some may accidentally appear.
Forth, I am NOT including DLC’s, this is only the base game. Maybe I’ll include DLC’s later in the future, after watching them, but this is going based off of my knowledge of the base game.
Alright, time to go under the cut. I’ll see all of you on the others side.
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Charles Calvin as Peter Parker: I find this choice to be fitting. While Charlie is a little more monotone compared to Peter, they both are a bit childish, carefree, wants to do what’s best for their city/country. Peter loves swinging around, Charlie loves flying around. While Peter avoids busting into building, he still has fun with it, and you know Charlie would as well.
Victoria Grit as Aunt May: While there isn’t a lot of evidence for this one, she is one of the only members of the government, of a high rank, that is canonically female. No doubt, her and Charlie have gotten along or chat about with each other about missions. So, her as Aunt May, with no evidence of Charlie’s family makes sense, in my mind.
Hubert Galeforce as Mister Negative/Martin Li: Martin Li is seen as someone you can trust at first, before he turns his back on Peter, unknowingly. Galeforce can be seen as a morally grey character from the games, which I personally agree with, and with that falling into place, he turns his back on Charlie. Falling into place, it makes sense. 1/6
Henry Stickmin and Ellie Rose as Harry Osborn and Mary Jane: MJ, Harry, and Peter are essentially the ‘triple threat’ of the Spider-Man universe Now, these two are interchangeable, but I see Henry as MJ just the slightest bit more, due to MJ’s stealthy nature and ability to think quick. Plus Henry X Charlie is also a huge possibility. But, both of these characters could be either character. For this, I am making Henry MJ, and Elli Harry.
Dr. Vinschpinsilstien as Doctor Octopus/Doctor Otto Octavius: They both tamper with cybernetics, both use on amputees, and their both doctors. While Dr. Vin is seen as a better alignment compared to Doc Ock, Doc Ock WAS a good guy before the cybernetic arms began messing with his brain. Trying to do something for the better, but failing due to the corruption of the components. Anyone can change from good to bad with corruption. 2/6
Right Hand Man as Jefferson Davis: While RHM, in canon, wouldn’t exactly become a police officer, it makes sense that if he was a good aligned character to become an officer/detective. Him and Charlie also seem like they would get along, I don’t exactly know why, but they would. Henry and RHM canonically get along (to some extent), which is another reason why I made Henry MJ.
Reginald Copperbottom as Rio Morales: Okay, you know I had to bring CopperRight in here. But, Reginald as Rio made sense to me, both strong and independent, putting the safety of there family before there own, making sure that their children are alright. I haven’t played Miles Morales Spider-Man, I’m just going off the bit of ‘Into The Spider-Verse’ that I saw of her. Also going based off this fact, RHM would 100% embarrass Sven the same way Jefferson did with Miles.
Sven Svensson as Miles Morales: Yes, based upon the headcanon that is RHM and Reginald are Sven’s adopted parents. But, it still makes sense in my mind. Sven is awkward, Miles is awkward, and you can’t tell me that they would both they wouldn’t flutter around in the air just for the Hell of it. I can’t give a full amount of evidence, as there isn’t too much support for it, other than the headcanon that both makes sense and adds to the family side of the story.
[stopping and saving draft; 12:12] [picked up at 12:50]
Grigori Olayt as Silver Sable: Why not Dmitri, you ask? Well, that will come a bit later when I DO put Dmitri down. Grigori follows orders given to him, even if it damages other, but his intentions aren’t meant to BE bad. Both of them are good people, and Silver realizes this later in the future, and I feel like Grigori would realize it at some point, that The Wall’s intentions aren’t good like his.
Rupert Price as Yuri Watanabe: Putting him instead of Johnny makes sense. Rupert has been in both the police force and the military. He already has a relationship with Charlie, and it would be easier for them to have an established deal before story, like Peter and Yuri do. Yes, Charlie would be just as annoying to Rupert as Peter is to Yuri. Yes, Spider-Cop would STILL be a running joke between them.
Kyle Baxter as Norman Osborn: Running off another headcanon form The Henry Stickmin Collection, that Dr. Vin used to work for The Wall until the CCC showed up. Kyle Baxter is The Wall Liason that works for the CCC. Norman Osborn says that he ‘wants the best’ for Doc Ock, but it’s a double edged sword that bites him in the ass later down the line.
Dmitri Johannes Petrov as Rhino/Aleksei Sytsevich: Yes, we’re getting into some bad guys now! Big, bad, tough, and runs headfirst into things. Not afraid to bark out commands and gets angry at the inconvenience of things not going properly. Also, Santa Clause would 100% piss Dmitri off as a nickname. 3/6
Terrence Suave as Vulture/Adrian Toomes: A winged, electronical engineer with a bit of anger issues, only wanting to protect his family and be there? Yes. Another divergent of a headcanon, aka Father Terrence to Burt Curtis, but this one supports the role further. Basically, Adrian is the ‘what if Terrence Sauve controlled himself’ and succeeded. There’s not much evidence, and can be subjected to change. 4/6
Dave Panpa as Shocker/Herman Schultz: Listening to Herman’s dialogue in game matches the energy of Dave that he’s put out from the beginning. Nervous, a follower, and finds themselves in a lot of unlikely situations. While Herman is a lot more combative than Dave, it still fits, as the ONLY weapon Dave has used was a taser. Literally. And that worked better than his fists. {Changed as I got characters confused}
Gadget Gabe as Scorpion/MacDonald “Mac” Gargan: As we NEVER see Gadget Gabe, we can go based off of his object, which not only subject a lot of possible torture and/or death to users, his comments on the notes are similar to how Mac speaks. While Gabe is a neutral force, comparing to Mac’s job as a ‘Gun for Hire’, Gabe’s gadget’s would be able to create the scorpion costume, and with the help of Dr. Vin (as the Scorpion costume IS cybernetic), I think it’s pretty nifty. 5/6
Sir Wilford IV as the Kingpin/Wilson Fisk: This match was, without a doubt, the easiest one to make. Their entire demeanor separate matches each other. Wilford wants what’s best for the clan, and Fisk genuinely DOES try to help out their city. Strong, unbreakable mental beliefs, and will (literally) run head first into something if it means the possibility of getting what he wants. Although taken out early and not seen again, his lead still holds strong even though he is incarcerated.
Al Kohaul as Electro/Maxwell “Max” Dillon: Al is the only one within the Henry Stickmin games that gets affect, directly, with electricity. Although he may deal with photography and photographs, there’s just something about Max and Al that just seem so.. In tune with each other. I don’t know what it is, but if I find a better match, Al is Max. 6/6
Reynaldo the Brute as Taskmaster: I can’t exactly explain WHY this works, but good God, read Taskmaster’s wiki (here’s the link) and tell me it just doesn’t scream Reynaldo. I have no evidence, I have no facts, I’m going off vibe alone ans it works.
Milhouse Filmore “M.F.” Jones as Tombstone/Lonnie Lincoln: M.F. looks like he could be the leader of a biker gang and own it, and honestly, his smaller top hat makes him look like he’s bigger than he actually is. Regardless, it’s another vibe, as M.F. only has one, quick scene, but he OWNED that scene, if I’m being completely honest.
Carol Cross as Black Cat/Felicia Hardy: While Carol is more strict than Felicia, there is something about her that says she would gladly play a game of cat and mouse, if she was able to use manipulation on her target. While bad in the real world, makes great content for a Spider-Man game. (I do not condone manipulation, it sucks, I’ve been a victim to it plenty of times)
Ahnoldt Schwarz as J. Jonah Jameson: This is not only a funny image, but both men scream like it’s no one’s business. Comedy purposes, both of them.
-Factions-
The Wall as Sable International: This one just remotely makes sense to me, as they’re both Russian services, trying to help the government in a way that wouldn’t normally be seen as ‘helpful’. It is a little more round-a-bout with the way that help comes, but it still helps.
Police Force as the Police Force: Since we don’t see much of either police force in either game series, and they’re both very clearly established, it makes since to have both of them as police forces.
Toppat’s as Fisk’s Gang/Thugs: Criminal force with a criminal leader? Yep, count it in. I’m grouping the thugs along with it, as they essentially act the same, and they’re the first forces that you see as enemies.
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And that is all! God, that took forever, even with that break!
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trash-gobby · 2 years
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the ship i thought they would pander to vs. the ship that has actually dominated nwh lol 😂 (am i wrong that they might make a good throuple though????)
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doctavvius · 2 years
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Otto, trapped by his own tentacles: *being cranky and miserable*
May holding a glass of water and twirling her hair around her finger: haha you’re soooooo funny
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classical-bluess · 2 years
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Did anyone else... you know... 😳
I mean you can't blame May for asking, one guy's made out of sand, another of electricity, and there's a lizard in the truck
Anyway, been seeing some memes of them and thought the scene was just too cute lol also their relationship in the comics oomF Peter boutta get a new uncLE
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octogoblinfam · 2 years
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Octogoblin brain-rott thoughts ‼️
((-nwh spoiler warning-))
(extremely detailed post nwh raimiverse headcanons - low-key turned out to be a fic. actually, octogoblin masterpost!)
So, the moment Tobey!Peter gets back to his universe, he gets this little moment of peace with MJ, who tells him she's been worried sick and asks where he's been. He's been so happy to see her after Andrew!Peter talked about losing Gwen and Tom!Peter's MJ forgot him, that he got completely distracted.
He goes to explain what happened while she bandages his stab-wound, (because at this point he definitely tells MJ everything) but then he figures out that he *definitely* needs to go find the cured villains. As the realization hits him, he swings away to look for them, promising to explain and contextualise everything when he gets back. MJ is only a little pissed, but she understands. They're married.
Peter's mind forms a tedious to-do list:
find norman osborn
find otto octavius
take them to his house
make sure curtis connors hasn't undergone any lizard transformations in his absence.
(Flint Marko wasn't dead to *begin* with so)
Now, Peter wants to get Otto first, but he prioritises Norman. Otto has been cured for longer, while Norman will definitely be completely lost since he doesn't remember anything.
A bright light expanded to every inch of Norman Osborn and everything around him became a blur. It was too bright for him to keep his eyes open, so they shut on their own. He thought, momentarily, that his skin was burning off, as the sensation that took over him was that of a man burning in hell for his sins. The performance enhancers were gone, and he could tell he was horribly injured–but he was numb to the pain.
He felt as if he was floating in a void. He opened his eyes for a moment again, and the entire visible light spectrum was created in front of them. The world started stitching itself back together, the threads forming a soft fabric –layers of reds, blues and greens, like brushstrokes painting a dark canvas.
Suddenly, it became hard for him to breathe, and the air stung his throat like a needle when he tried to inhale. Smoke filled his lungs and mouth. His sweat and blood made him sticky–he felt a coat of concrete dust cover him from head to toe. His back was glued on a sturdy brick wall. His legs started to fail him, and he dropped on his knees. His eyes widened upon seeing the grimey floor he was balanced on, and he almost shifted to unconsciousness. He felt an excruciating pain all over his body, now that the adrenaline from the battle was gone, and a shiver ran up his spine as he thought of everything the Goblin might have done.
He was shaking–freezing, specifically. Was he back to his universe? Had he ever left? Could it all have been one big nightmare? No, no. His clothing proved otherwise. As did his surroundings… The place where he had last fought his own spider-man, presumably before his death. He recognized it. But it didn’t look like there had just been a battle there. It looked abandoned, like the ghost of the Green Goblin’s memory had scared anyone away–But it looked like time had passed. No debris. He, himself, seemed out of place. Like he had been frozen in time when he had last been here. How long had it been? His mind was flooded with questions that he couldn’t answer… And, suddenly, he felt liberated.
His mind was flooded with questions… And questions only. No voice. He exhaled in relief. He was alone. It seemed, at least, he was alone… Alone with his thoughts. His mind was scattered, but there was no menacing whisper echoing in his mind.
He tried standing up, but without the performance enhancers, he was in too much pain to do so. He supposed this was his punishment and forced a smile of anguish. He deserved it.
‘...What did I do…?’ He asked himself before his head was hit by a pain so intense it felt like a bullet had flown through it. He tried to bring up the memory of the boy who saved him, but he couldn’t think of his face. He tried hard to remember anything about him, in fact, but nothing came to him. The features of his face had been scribbled away–the sound of his voice had faded and the only thing Norman remembered about him was those eyes. Those bitter, hateful eyes that had looked at him with murderous intent. He didn’t know why. But he must have done something truly unforgivable if such a soft-hearted boy bore so much raw, unbridled rage for him.
The man started coughing intensely; his voice was particularly hoarse. He crawled forward, trying hard not to black out, shifting in and out of consciousness. He had to stand up. Who knows how much had been sacrificed for this opportunity to be given to him?
He pulled himself up slowly–Maybe he hadn’t been given a second chance. Maybe this was purgatory, or hell, even. No catholic priest could ever strip Norman from the layers of sin he was responsible for, even if it had been indirectly. There could be no redemption from God for those who fly too close to the sun.
He needed his wounds bandaged, but he couldn’t exactly barge into a hospital. If it really had been a while, then it would mean that Norman Osborn had come back from the dead, and that he was the Green Goblin. He pondered on that for a moment, wondering if it was ever made public that he had been the awful villain terrorizing New York.
“Peter…Don’t tell Harry”
His final words creeped back to him in a whisper, echoing, as if sung by the ghost of his past life. Where was Harry? Was he okay? He needed to see him desperately. That would be his motivation to get going. To see his son.
So, he scanned his surroundings. And, eureka! He tore the fabric–what remained of it–from the purple hood he was wearing above the Green Goblin suit. The one that wonderful woman had given him. He wrapped his wounds with the torn pieces of cloth and took a deep breath. It wasn’t much, but it would slow him down from bleeding out. A guardian angel, that woman. He never saw her again after Otto was cured–hopefully, the Goblin didn’t either. But Norman couldn't shake off the thought that his darker half had committed an act most unforgivable.
‘...Otto…’ He let out a whisper. Octavius was the real definition of a man who flew too close to the sun. “The Icarus of the modern world.” A pained laugh escaped him as he formed that thought. Rosie would probably enjoy such a metaphor. But now was not the time to be thinking of them. He had to get himself to safety–somewhere. Where? God, where. And, how.
He turned his gaze around again. A bit further away, he noticed his glider—the Goblin's glider. The blades were stained by crimson, as expected. He doubted it would still work if he tried to use it.
Indeed, it was definitely broken, he figured. But even if it wasn't—he had no intention of ever flying it again. It wasn't something he felt he could never reclaim. It had caused too much pain, too much suffering. And as he focused his eyes on it, his mind began to feel wobbled. He could almost feel it. Though he never got impaled, it felt familiar. It made him shiver.
It was nighttime, but he was in “the city that never sleeps.” How could he get anywhere without being noticed? He took a few steps forward, but he overestimated himself by letting go of the wall, so he dropped back down. Dehydrated, ravenous, and too injured to walk on his own.
Before he knew it, he had fallen unconscious.
Peter finds the unconscious man and immediately looks for his pulse. He's alive, he can hear his heartbeat. He throws Norman over his shoulder, realising that Otto will have to wait just a bit longer, since Norman needs to be bandaged up urgently.
He definitely can't take him to a hospital—he can't let him into the public eye before they all determine how to handle the situation together. So, instead, he takes him home immediately, gives an frustratingly brief explanation to MJ, and leaves to fight Otto. It's late, she wants to SLEEP, not bandage a corpse??? of a man that has attempted to murder her in the past??? she's pissed by this turn of events, but she trusts Peter, so she does take care of Norman, begrudgingly.
She takes care of all his wounds—it's something she learned to do after Harry died, wanting to make sure something like that wouldn't happen to anyone else she cared about. She was always worried about Peter, and, for their daughter. Little May H. Parker, sleeping soundly in her room.
While taking care of Norman, she hears him sleep-talking. ‘Ha…rry…So..rry…’ A weak little sound. ‘...Pe…ter…’ That's all she could make out. He was having a nightmare.
A ringing–Intensive, unending. Melting, the mind. Echoing. Loud, the silence. Peaceful, the ringing. Or, not ringing at all? A scream? Screaming? Screams. Multiple. Overlapping. Falling flat. Empty, white noise. Come play. Hit. Hit. Hit. Hit. Broken glass. The mirror. From the scream. Shards. Cut. Cut. Cut. Bleed. Slice. Bleed. Roll dice. Frozen in time. Bleed again. Bleed. Bleed. Weak. No catharsis.
It had been an hour or two and MJ was this close to crying from anger. She was tired, she was upset, confused, worried—but she held it in.
Soon, Norman gained awareness. His eyes remained closed, like they had been stitched together. They hurt to open. 
How long had he been out of it? He felt…
Warmth…? A fireplace? Inexplicable. And… He was covered. A blanket? Woollen. And he wasn’t wearing the goblin suit. He was covered in… bandages. Carefully applied bandages. He tried to remember, which he failed to do. Where was he?
A voice! An upset voice. It said something–what–? He wasn’t sure. Something–Something unintelligible. He tried to focus. He made a huge effort to focus. A…Feminine voice. Mature and steady, that of a grown woman. But the colour of the voice was familiar. Very familiar. He knew that voice, but not quite. It was… No, it couldn’t be… 
He tried opening his eyes slightly. Barely.
Norman identified the woman from her fiercely red hair. She was exactly who he had feared she was.
Norman identified the woman from her fiercely red hair. She was exactly who he had feared she was.
Mary Jane Watson looked much older than she did when he last saw her. It was almost scary–the girl that was dating his son no more than a few days ago suddenly looked like she was only a few years younger than himself. How would Harry look, he wondered. Would he look anything like his father? Upon consideration, Norman decided not to ponder on it for too long. It hurt too much to imagine all he might have lost. 
A defending silence would come and go, varying from moment to moment. Sometimes the girl's—the woman's  voice would fill it. Norman couldn't yet process who she was talking to, or what about—or why he was there. 
He closed his eyes completely again. Why should he bother struggling for them to barely be open? He groaned in discomfort from his injuries, and he felt her presence approaching. 
“I can't believe it, damn it.” He was finally able to make out a tone of disbelief in her voice. It was ripe, in fact, like she had thought about it a hundred times over and still failed to accept it. “I can't believe this.”
Norman let out a singular deep breath.
“Where…” Her eyes widened as she listened. “... Am I?” Her surprise at his formation of a coherent sentence was rather evident. 
“Mister Osborn?” She asked. “You can hear me?” He tried blinking a few times, before attempting to use his arms to raise his body up. He nodded weakly. 
“You're in the guest room,” she said, “of mine and Peter's house. You know, Peter Parker.”
He blinked slowly to show receptivity. Mary Jane had kept a safe distance, refusing to get much closer to the bed and the shrivelled man on it. He managed to keep his eyes open,and they immediately dropped down in shame. He was once a distinguished man, neat, and formal. Now, he looked dishevelled, deconstructed and worn-out. He wasn't the Green Goblin for sure, but one could hardly recognise him as Norman Osborn.  
He noticed a ring on her hand. A wedding ring. He quickly worked out the implications, but to his mind, he had last seen her mere days ago—as a student. This, he couldn't comprehend. 
“So, first of all, you were dead.” she said. 
“I've been told.”
“Of course you have.” she sighed. “You died. Years ago.” She repeated, despite being assured that he was aware. 
“...How many?” He looked up at her at that moment. “How many years has it been since I—since I was—Norman Osborn was pronounced dead.”
She gulped, but replied in a heartbeat. 
“Roughly… Twenty-two years.”
His heart sunk; it plummeted. He had expected such an answer from context clues, but to hear it was much harder.
Despite all that, he decided not to allow himself to grieve the time he lost. Instead, noticing MJ's discomfort, he offered to answer her questions.
“You could ask me what happened, If that would help—”
“It wouldn't. I don't trust you.”
“I understand.” He nodded. “...May I ask you, though?” He gestured vaguely around the room. “How I… How I got here… Did Peter…?”
“Peter carried you here. You were unconscious. He promised he would explain when he came back, and said you needed urgent attention. I bandaged you up. Peter was in a hurry, you see.”
“You're a very brave individual.” He pointed out. “I—If I saw—If I was in your position, I don't think I would find the strength to take care of—you get it. I—The less words I say, the better.”
“That, indeed. The less you speak, the better. And also, my husband is Spiderman, for crying out loud! Nothing phases me anymore. Not for more than a few minutes!” She spoke, somewhat begrudgingly.
“I know this probably doesn't sound very sincere, coming from me, but...” He inhaled. “I'm happy for you two. Young love persevering is… Touching.” Norman wished he could say he was speaking from experience.
“Yes, isn't it? Good thing I didn't fall to my death twenty-two years ago! It would have really been an obstacle to having a healthy relationship!” She blurted out thoughtlessly. He almost cried at the volume of her voice.
She calmed him down and brought him a microwaved burrito. Did she have much more nutritious food to serve him? Yes. Was this her way of being passive aggressive to him? Also yes. Did he eat that burrito with the upmost excitement and loved every single bite of it? Absolutely. Which was annoying. Very annoying.
Inevitably, however, things went downhill.
“...My son...” he spoke in a whisper. “Do you know where my son is...?” He repeated.
“H-Harry...?” she pressed her lips together, her face forming an expression of grief, but she forced a smile. “Where do you hope he is?” She stalled.
“I—” He was caught off guard by that question. God, he thought, where would his son be twenty-two years in the future? That was when he realised he had never made time to ask him. He had no idea what his son would want to do then. 
“I... I don't know...? Perhaps he... Perhaps he's in charge of Oscorp, and— and he's happy, somewhere. With... Someone he loves. Maybe he has a family. Or...—” He couldn't finish his sentence. “... I just want to see him.” He sighed. “I want to make sure he's okay. And make things right to him. Please help me find him.”
MJ's mouth gaped open. She closed her eyes and shook her head.
Silence. 
“Harry... He's... He left.” she didn't know how to phrase it appropriately. “He's... gone. He left. He... It was about... Seventeen years ago...” Her voice was shaking. Delivering such news to a parent—She could only imagine how she would feel if someone told her that her daughter had passed away. 
“Where?” The man wasn't an idiot. He knew what she meant, but he refused to accept it. “I want to go where he is... Can you take me where he went?” Tears appeared in his eyes, rolling down. She had never seen him like this. Most people hadn't. “My boy.... My son... I just want to see my boy...” he whispered. 
“I'm sorry, I- I'm sorry. I can't help you with that. I'm sorry.” She repeated again and again. The words were softer every time they came out of her mouth. “I can't, because he's... He's out of reach. Please, don't ask that of me...”   
His palms covered his face, and he felt like ripping off his skin.
“Please, dear girl… Tell me I'm wrong.” He could feel every fibre of his existence fall apart, and he wished he could be undone, thrown in an abyss to die. The single tear that MJ wiped off her face told him everything that words could not. 
“Harry... My boy... I want to see my poor boy...” He cried, almost silently. He didn't feel that he deserved to grieve. He hadn't earned the right, not after everything he had done. “My son... M-my son... Harry... H...” His voice only got weaker each moment that passed, and MJ kept staring at him, too stunned to speak. Snot, hiccups, and... A man that was done for. A pathetic image of a father that shouldn't have outlived his son. A charlatan, a harlequin that didn't deserve to breathe the air he had infected with pain and suffering. 
“Mister Osborn...”
“It's my fault, It's all my fault—” he managed to form a single coherent sentence. “My son... s... hh... my boy...I'm sorry... I'm sorry...”
He was unleashing all emotions he had held inside him for so long, and MJ was forced to see him do so. He was trying to empty himself. Desperately. 
“I'm sorry... I'm sorry... I'm sorry... I…” “...It doesn't matter... It doesn't matter at all, does it? I'm sorry, I'm so sorry, I'm—” He felt a funeral manifesting in his brain. “He... I... I'm... I'm...”
A few minutes passed at first at first, then exhaling into hours of Norman just staring at the wall, and breathing heavily as MJ watched him. 
“He left forever... And so... So soon... Too soon... He... He's all I had... All I had, for granted... It's my  fault. He should have been given a second chance, not me!”
Norman was full of nothing but despair. He had nothing left, and he couldn't even fix his mistakes— he had lost two decades—His son was gone—and the other boy, who saved him, who knew what he did to him—It was too late for him to fix anything. To help any of the people he hurt. He was all alone and helpless in a world he didn't recognise, and the unknown terrified him almost as much as the reflection of his alter ego.  He could only sob and plummet in self-pity. 
“I... I'm so tired.” he caught himself about to slip into unconsciousness. Without a second thought, Mary Jane clapped her hands to keep his attention. He looked up at her, a noticeable amount of fear in his eyes. He stopped himself from feeling—from thinking anything at all. He put all his thoughts and feelings to the side. He didn't deserve to process them—to work through them. He just needed to listen to this woman, who was kind enough to not kick him out or call the police. 
“Of course you are tired. But you cannot fall asleep again. Not until Peter's back. I can't be watching over an unresponsive… should-be-corpse. I didn't sign up for that.”
“I'm—” He teared up, his voice shaking again, and her face stiffened. “I'm sorry—I—You have every right to hate me and—and—” 
“No, no, don't do that, stop—” she said with a slightly disgusted expression across her features. 
“It's just—you've been so—endlessly kind to me—and I don't deserve that—” 
“Yeah, you—you sure don't—” She looked around the room uncomfortably. 
“Thank you, thank you so much, and—I'm—I'm so sorry—And—I wish I could—I wish I—Could take it all back… ” 
“...There, there—” She sat closer to the man and extended her arm to provide some comfort. 
“I miss my son—I—I wish I could say sorry to my son—did he—is he gone because of me?” He asked with a pained expression of anguish as he clutched onto her arm like a lost toddler. “You must tell me—Was it because of me—? Am I to blame? Did my influence take him there?” 
“Oh, that's definitely deeper than I wanna go—um—” She pulled her arm away, leaving him hanging. “Let's leave these questions for Peter to answer, shall we?” 
And so they do. Norman stays silent during the next hour or so. He isn't crying. He's bottling it up. MJ, on the other hand, falls asleep on her chair without realising. She's exhausted.
That is until Peter comes back with Otto, (they had a lot of heartfelt father-son support moments on the way there, I imagine-) and MJ is awoken by the noise and goes to greet her husband. She falls into hysterics and starts scolding Peter the moment she sees Doc Ock, but she's interrupted by the crying toddler in the other room. She side-eyes both men. The way she glares at Peter screams, “You have a lot to explain and you're not getting out of it.”
She then tells them Norman is in the guest-room, and goes to put the baby back to sleep.
They both rush to the guest room immediately, and Otto immediately drops by Norman's side, as gently as he can.
“Otto...?🥺”
“Yes, Norman... It's me😊”
Like the nwh reunion but better because now Norman is very broken. He doesn't even notice Peter standing there (if he had, he'd immediately have asked about Harry). He just looks at Otto, ready to break down and cry. And he asks him what he did and who he hurt. Peter decides to leave them to it, and he goes to MJ to explain everything at last.
Both confrontations going on at the same time are very emotional.
Peter and MJ, over their sleeping daughter, reviewing the events of NWH together, as Tobey gets frustrated about the gaps in his memory. His 'brother', whose face or voice he can't even remember.
MJ is dumbfounded and she doesn't know what to say after hearing the whole story. She understands how much helping these men means to Peter. Hell, seeing the state of Norman Osborn after telling him his son had died, she even pitied him. And she had been there when Otto had sacrificed himself. She knew he was capable of good. But she was scared—she couldn't just trust them out of nowhere two decades later.
She had her own dislike of Norman outside of the goblin, but she also feared that they might lose control. Could she really endanger her daughter's life like that? She trusted Peter's judgement, yes, but did she really want her daughter to grow up around these people? Even if they didn't hurt her, they'd certainly not do wonders for her social life. She would be completely ostracised.
Not to mention MJ's own career in Broadway and her reputation. And all the legal trouble? Sure, they could keep them hidden in their house for a good while, but eventually, they'd get out, and they'd be recognised. All the legal trouble? The trials? They'd need to pay for a really good lawyer. Spiderman vouching for them would definitely help, and MJ has her connections. But, despite knowing these men were Peter's father figures, did she want to use her connections?
What even was morally correct? Helping these men get a second chance at life since they weren't in control of anything their alter egos did, or let them suffer the consequences of their actions and help the justice system do the work?
Meanwhile, Otto and Norman talked about the events of Spiderman 2, with Otto explaining what had happened to him, and Norman couldn't help but tear up when he found out Rosie had died.
Then, he begged Otto to stop talking about the horrible things Doc Ock did, since it was such a long time ago, and told him to stop stalling and tell him everything the goblin did in the other universe.
So they too went over the events of NWH, with the same frustration over not remembering anything about the boy who saved them. Otto reluctantly told him how the Goblin killed aunt May, and how that boy sacrificed everything he had to save them, so they had to keep on living, for his sake. That damaged Norman's soul even more, not sure if he could take the guilt.
At last, he told Norman that the Goblin had cut one of his tentacles, and that it was okay since he could easily repair it—but Norman's been paying attention, so he quickly realised that since the tentacles are connected to his nervous system, it would have basically felt to Otto like one of his limbs had been cut off. In a fit of panic, Norman started crying at the thought of having hurt Otto, who told him that neither him nor the other tentacles bore any ill will towards him. Then, he introduced them all by name, to distract him. Flo, Moe, Larry and—Harry. The one he had sliced off. Keep in mind, Otto died before Harry Osborn originally, so he doesn't know the boy is dead.
So the moment Norman hears the name, and processes the Goblin had specifically caused harm to that one, he just started C R Y I N G.
Not sobs, no bottling up, tearing up and shaking, or anything. Just CRYING INTENSELY.
It was so loud Peter and MJ heard it from the other room and they immediately went to check on them.
The moment he saw Peter, Norman begged him to tell him about his son. How his life was after Norman died, what he did, if he found out about the Goblin, if he was ever happy, if Norman indirectly caused his death—If he had turned into a vengeful villain or if he'd died the hero. If it was his fault his son didn't get the chance to grow old.
Peter froze, but he told him everything. He couldn't exactly sugarcoat anything that had happened—and Norman deserved to know. Otto was also extremely shocked, and silently promised to himself never to leave Norman's side. The past was the past, and he could forgive Norman for it. They were the only people they each had left from their old lives.
Peter told him everything Harry had been through, but also gave emphasis to how much he loved his father and how he died a hero, saving Peter's life.
Norman buried his head into Otto's chest and the tentacles hugged him to comfort him, just as Otto did himself. Sooner or later, Norman cried himself to sleep. Though the sun had begun to rise, illuminating all four of them.
Peter offered to cook, understanding how tired MJ was, but she simply sighed and gestured at his hip. “Oh yeah,” He said, “We'll have to order take-out.”
At the end of the day, MJ agreed to have Otto and Norman live with them for a while, hide them until Peter had time to find a lawyer that would be willing to take their case.
It was definitely an awkward living situation, which lead to some interesting interactions.
“You and Doctor Octavius... You got history?” MJ raised an eyebrow at Norman.
“Roommates, in college. He was my ideal helpmate, you see. A fine fellow. An excellent friend. Sadly, I was nowhere near as good of a companion as he deserved… I never prioritised the important relationships in my life, and that fills me with nothing but sorrow and regret now. But I am glad I have the opportunity to fix this... He is the only one that will understand completely… And the only one with a heart big enough to forgive someone like me. Other than Peter, of course. Peter's ability to forgive is unmatched. Always one to give second chances.”
“It is infuriating. But it is also why I love him.” Her lips curled upwards as he said that, and he could see the genuine love she had for the boy—the man. He was no longer a boy, after all.
“Yes… It is certainly a quality to adore someone for. Amongst others.”
“Amongst others, yes. He always listens to me talk about my job—on Broadway—the characters I play—and he doesn't quite get any of it, but he always listens. And he, a whole scientist, acts as if I'm the most brilliant person in the whole world. He frustrates me, because he is the brilliant one.”
“Indeed… Yes… A whole genius that you never quite appreciated in the past. And he is brilliant, but he still takes time to make sure you know you're brilliant too. ” Norman rested his eyes—he looked like he was reminiscing. Each breath he took illustrated a scene from his youth. Each exhale, a fond memory. It seemed to calm and comfort him—It did calm and comfort him.
MJ didn't seem to pay most attention to his words. She just continued on her own.
“He just makes me feel seen, heard, important—I know what opinion you had of me—I never forgot the words you said about me on your last Thanksgiving. And the thing is, so many people would agree with you. When you put yourself out there, which my job requires me to do, people always try to belittle your achievements. As many people as there are respecting you, there's always going to be twice as many waiting to see you fall. Fail. Give up on trying. If there's one thing they love more than seeing you succeed, it's seeing you fall apart. Sometimes, all of that gets to you. It feels like everyone is out to get you. To grab your every mistake and flaunt it over you for the rest of your life. To accuse you of not actually loving your loved ones because you have a busy life. To slut-shame you for one—like you did—and then only befriend you so that they can go after your trust fund like a pack of ravenous wolves. When all of that is your life, and you can never know whether people like you for who you are or just because of your social status, having someone like Peter to go home to makes it worth it. He's not fake. Even when the things he does terrify me. Even when I disagree with everything going through his mind. He always takes me into account. I fell in love with him first, Spiderman second. And I trust him. And that's the only reason you're still here. Because I love Peter. Because I can't not make sacrifices for the only person who gets me.”
Mary Jane had obviously started talking with the intention of distracting the man, but… A single teardrop rolled down his eye once again.
“I'm sorry I ever spoke badly of you.” He said. “Not only did I disrespect and hurt you, but I also humiliated both you and my son. I know I have no excuse, but… I wasn't myself when that happened. I've not been myself in a long time. Now, that I am, and I hear you speak… I wish you would continue, because I've never heard anyone put all of my thoughts and feelings of the past into words as well as you just did. And it is… Cathartic.” he spoke.
“You mean to say that you… Understand me?”
“I believe it to be so. Not completely, of course. Putting yourself out there as a woman must be much harder than doing so as a man. I have that privilege. But what you described used to be the very way I thought and felt. After I achieved the level of visibility Oscorp gave me as its founder, that is.”
“You mean to say…” she took a moment to recollect her thoughts. “Who was your Peter, Mister Osborn?” The man was caught off guard by her question. “The one with the biggest heart, the only one who completely understood… Who listens to people they love, even when having no grasp of what they're talking about, and makes them feel like the most brilliant people in the world… Who is that person, Sir?” He gulped.
“My wife, Emily. She used to be that person. After I lost her, I… Buried myself into Oscorp. I sacrificed a lot. My relationship with my own son, I—Sacrificed everything of value. She kept me balanced and I lost that. And, so… I messed up with Harry, and—and—” MJ could see him revert back to mourning, and she couldn't bear another moment of seeing him like that. She missed Harry immensely, and this man before her brought back awful memories. Quickly, she cut him off.
“I don't believe that, not fully.” MJ insisted. “I do believe you lost your balance without her when it came to working, but she didn't live to see you succeed to your peak. Not to mention, I'm sure she caused you some sort of insecurity—thinking that she was only after your money, even if that wasn’t the case at all. I told you. I remember what you said that day. Word for word. Now, who is your Peter?”
Norman blinked in surprise. She had left him speechless—he had truly underestimated her before. He desperately wanted to justify his past words by explaining it wasn't him speaking, but she knew that, and no words of self-pity would make her forgive him. But, she tolerated him. She understood him, in a strange way. They could communicate. And, at that moment, she had broken a wall he dared not break himself. She moved her glance to Otto and Peter, who were working on fixing the sliced-off tentacle further in the distance, and smiled as she turned back to Norman.
“I…” He couldn't speak. “I don't think I'm ready to admit that to myself.” There was an unspoken understanding between the two. “I don't know if I ever will be.”
“I think I knew that.” she nodded. “You're easy to figure out. Might just be because it's my job to figure out peculiar people, though. To embody them and everything. I have to fill in the blanks of a script. Your blanks are easy to fill.”
“Are they?” He smiled, ever so faintly. “God, is it that obvious? If so, I'm in grave trouble.”
“It's not. You just got carried away and started speaking one bit too much. It was obvious when you were speaking, but one couldn't just guess.”
“So in hindsight, it is all too plain? You mean, it'd be obvious if I was—speaking with him—? Erm—that's not all that comforting.”
“I'm not trying to be comforting at all. I'm trying to keep you busy so that you don't break down and cry and get your snot and tears all over my table.”
In a very unexpected turn of events, Norman became someone for MJ to vent to. She told him all about her father and how much she hated him, and how she wished her daughter could have a loving grandfather—She told him that, “what was Harry's grief, if not his love for you persevering? because, as awful a father a you were, he still missed you, and I could never know what that's like.”
He wouldn't vent back to her, because he didn't want to put that burden on her. For a while, he wouldn't vent on anyone, until one day he broke down and told Otto—(who was the least personally and emotionally involved with Harry)—about his last time talking to his son—about how he had just figured out Peter's identity as Spiderman, and he was blinded, dishevelled. The Goblin was almost completely in control of him. He wanted to comfort his son but the goblin was focused on something else. He hugged his son, but his mind, soul, spirit and heart weren't there. He wasn't present in that embrace, and Harry could tell. Or, perhaps he couldn't tell the difference, because that's how Norman always was with him. Perhaps that was the most attention he had shown Harry in a while. And Norman wasn't sure what was worse—
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THEM. THEM INTERACTING WITH LITTLE MAY H. PARKER.
MJ would be really protective at first, but she wouldn't be able to keep them away from her when they're in the same house.
They would definitely just adore her. Norman has never been great with kids, but she's just so sweet and he can't help but feel protective over her. And she warms Otto's heart too, even though he never had children of his own, he's just so starstruck by little May's curiosity. At first, he was worried about accidentally hurting her with the tentacles, but Flo made the first move, as the most 'motherly' of the four, and the kid was really entertained. She had all sorts of questions, like, “how many puppies can you pet at the same time?” And “how many lollipops can you hold at once?”
You might be wondering, what does the 'H' in May H. Parker stand for? Well, obviously,
—It's Harriet. Her middle name is Harriet. And Norman cries when they tell him. And she's so confused about why she made him cry? She's like, 4 I'd imagine. Maybe her inherited spidey sense makes her exceptionally sensitive to people's emotional reactions while she's a child. Maybe, as she mouthed her name, she felt uneasy and confused, and flooded with emotion she couldn't quite understand—and then Norman's eyes welled up with tears, and she immediately reached her little arms to comfort him. When he realised, he wiped away the tears, he thanked her, and he thanked Peter and MJ for honoring his son's memory.
(When she's older, at school, they definitely help her with homework—Norman isn't as patient, and if he ever raises his voice and she's startled or feels stupid for not understanding, he'll get really apologetic, like, “IS THAT HOW I MADE MY SON FEEL” “PLEASE DON'T BE UPSET I'M SO SORRY I'LL EXPLAIN IT AGAIN” Otto is a bit better of a teacher.)
(It's also that Peter and MJ are both very busy people. With Peter being Spiderman and MJ being on Broadway, they occasionally can't make it to PTA meetings. So it falls to grandpa otto and grandpa norman. all the kids think the tentacles are the coolest things ever, while all the parents are either slightly terrified or passive aggressive. The teachers? They're not payed enough to care. They just smile awkwardly and say the tentacles are just like having a prosthetic leg. Why would they discriminate against someone with a prosthetic leg? They wouldn't. So why make a big deal about four mechanical arms?)
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At some point, inevitably, Norman breaks down apologising to Otto about how their friendship had ended after their university days. About how he had been selfish, greedy, and misguided— About how he was insecure about everyone even though Otto never gave him a reason to be insecure about him—how he even became jealous when otto would spend more time with rosie than he did with him, even though he had no right to do so. He apologised for the way he had acted over and over and explained that he regretted pushing him away every day. Otto told him he was never mad at him, just disappointed, and that the tentacles had amplified that disappointment and turned it into rage. He was hurt, yes, which is why he had left that friendship even when they were supposed to start the company together. He had left because that relationship had been unhealthy for the both of them. But not a day passed when he didn't miss Norman.
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Now I think it's an excellent time to mention my sexuality headcanons for all these guys:
Peter Parker (bisexual with a female lean + ambiamorous)
Mary Jane Watson (unlabelled + ambiamorous)
[yes, that does imply MJ / Peter / Harry all being in love with each other in the past]
Otto Octavius (bisexual + ambiamorous + trans ftm)
Norman Osborn (bisexual, heavy male lean, very deeply closeted)
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Norman studied biochemistry, obviously, also studying business administration and electrical engineering.
Otto Octavius studied nuclear physics.
Rosie studied English Literature.
Curtis Connors studied medicine and biochemistry.
And Emily Lyman, I'm going to assume, studied one of the above. Let's say, for funzies, that she was studying nuclear physics. Because Norman has a type.
Otto and Curt were friends first out of everyone—With Otto being bullied a bunch, it was hard for him to make friends, but him and Curt had enough in common and it was easy for them to make conversation. It's also that neither of them were the most straight or cisgender people on the planet so they got attached to each other like magnets.
Rosie and Emily were roommates—and—definitely—something—more—(“Why does my girlfriend call you babygirl, Rosalie?” “Idk Osborn, why does my boyfriend call you honey” “Let's stop talking for a while”) they were both broke so they helped each other with finances—(Later, when the whole friend group would be formed, Emily, Otto, Norman and Curt would be talking about their classes and Rosie would just march in, SLAM a complete collection of T.S. Elliot's works on the table, and start mumbling on about SYMBOLISM and LITERARY ANALYSIS and DEEP RAW EMOTION, AND—They had no idea what she was talking about but they loved her so they just let her speak.)
Anyhow, through Curt, probably waiting for him after a class or something, Otto met Norman, who was very intense and anxiety enducing, but, fun, you know? Now, this was before Otto began transitioning. Like, early first year- So Norman and his glass closet found Otto to be very attractive. And Otto also found Norman to be very attractive. And Curt Connors, your local aromantic he/they/it mf, would just watch them like “???”
Like, outside of the attraction, the two of them got along like a house on fire. They became inseparable and they would just talk for hours and write down never ending ideas.
Sooner or later, Otto came out to them as a trans man. Curt was like “We been knew.” And Norman was like “Oh!” But internally he was panicking about being attracted to a guy so he sort of shunned those feelings to the side.
To prove he DIDN'T see Otto as any less and he WASN'T acting weird after his coming out, he offered to become his roommate to help him with money and to help fund his transition as much as he could. Otto promised to repay however Norman asked him to. Meanwhile, Norman was busy being frustrated that he STILL was attracted to Otto post-transition.
So he met Emily, who he also was attracted to, and they started seeing each other. It was a very on and off relationship at first, because neither of them wanted anything serious just yet. Otto was just a tad disappointed, but he was happy that Norman as a “definitely 100% straight man” validated his identity like this.
Through Emily, they became friends with Rosie. When Otto developed a crush on her, he was very shy about it. Emily was very keen on pushing them together while Norman was very damn jealous.
“What do you think Osborn, wouldn't they make a cute couple?”
“Meh.”
He pretended he didn't care and he wasn't jealous—But it was eating him up. Emily, (polyamorous legend but also not all that aware that Norman was in love with Otto) would be trying to set Rosie and Otto up, Norman would be over to the side being as obnoxious as he humanly could. It wouldn't work though, because Rosie was Rosie. Not to mention, they already knew each other though Emily. Rosie knew that Norman wouldn't just act like that for no reason.
So, Rosie went to Norman and very casually asked him if he had feelings for Otto. He panicked, saying he didn't see him like that, because he was a man, and Norman was totally, absolutely, undoubtedly heterosexual. Rosie smiled and told him not to worry, comforting him by telling him that she didn't mind whatever his feelings towards Otto might have been. To prove her wrong, and to also prove to himself that he didn't care, he finally helped Otto ask her on a date, and immediately regretted it because then he would spend more time with her than with Norman. He was very salty.
In an unexpected turn of events, mainly because Rosie made a huge effort, she and Norman became great friends too, finally completely forming the friend group of Norman, Otto, Rosie, Emily, and Curt.
At some point, Curt met Martha, who I'm going to say was studying Environmental Engineering, and they became really close. Both of them aro, they formed a qpr and got married, because why the hell not?
Rosie became very aware of the fact Otto had feelings for Norman as well, and she encouraged Otto to explore them and embrace them. “A heart so big as yours doesn't need to be limited to loving just one person. If you don't mind my relationship with Emily, why would I be bothered by your relationship with Norman?”
Then Norman and Emily actually got together for good, and Otto brushed it all off. “he's committed now” “so what me and Emily are still-” “Norman is straight tho? and monogamous?” “is he really?” “HE SAYS HE IS??”
(It all becomes really funny for Rosie and really confusing for Norman when Emily also comes out as genderfluid. Like. Every time Norman thinks he's attracted to a woman so everything is fine it turns out it's not a woman at all. Norman still claims that he is straight for the most part because Emily isn't a man, and it's the 80's, and Emily knows he's lying to himself at this point so she doesn't feel bothered. she encourages him to come out but she knows it's hard for him so she isn't too pushy.)
Both of these couples got married sooner or later, and maintaining their closeness with Rosie and Emily maintaining their relationship as was despite everything. Then Otto and Norman started making plans for Oscorp together. I imagine Norman does the proposal first because the idea of spending time working with a genius like Otto again after university excites him profusely. I'm picturing “the other side” vibes from the greatest showman, except it's more like "we've known each other for a very long time but do I really want to complicate things by becoming business partners?" At the end they agree and they start working together.
And then Emily got pregnant. Norman's happiest memory is holding Harry for the first time. Rosie adored Harry like a mother, which is great, because she never wanted to give birth to a baby of her own, but she loves children. As for Otto, he was afraid to hold him at first but when he did he was so tender and he loved every second of it. Curt was very much like “I don't get the hype but you do you”
Emily tragically died a year after Harry's birth, which left everyone devastated. Rosie hoped her and Norman could cope with the loss together, but...
Norman started growing distant, he started working on Otto's ideas alone, neglecting their relationship, neglecting all of his friends, neglecting everyone he cared about. He was making so called “sacrifices.” Otto gave him many opportunities to do better, understanding that he has just lost his wife and was left alone to raise a kid, but Norman would blow up on his face angrily saying he didn't need anyone's pity and he just had priorities now—to bit be a failure like his father was—he told Otto hurtful things, like that mourning was only wasting their time—and he bottled everything in. He would only become colder and less vulnerable as time passed, and that intense energy he always had was still there, but it had transformed into something else entirely. Anger and bitternesz. He was willing to sacrifice all of the people he cared about to succeed where his father had failed, and without Emily there to help him stay sane, he started becoming paranoid. Paranoid that people only wanted to be with him as long as he could provide for them, paranoid that he only had friends because he had money—so he slowly pushed everyone away. And that included Otto, who angrily ended their partnership and took all of his work with him. He said that he wasn't willing to make such sacrifices, and he was planning to succeed without miscalculating and hurting those he cared about. A few years later, he sent Norman all of the money he owed him, which he'd been saving up ever since university, and didn't contact him again. Rosie told him that the bitterness wouldn't go away this way, but Otto told her that Norman had made his choice and he clearly didn't fit into his priorities anymore. He told her that the man had grown greedy, misguided, unstable and paranoid. She said that he needed support at this time more than ever. He agreed, wishing he could be the one providing that support, but knowing that Norman wasn't willing to listen and only kept pushing people away. “What about Harry-?” Rosie asked, and Otto didn't know what to say. “That's not our responsibility.” he determined, harshly. Rosie argued with him angrily for the first time, saying that he was abandoning a little kid—Emily's kid—because of his feelings towards his father. Thus, Rosie tried to reach Norman and Harry to offer help, but Norman shut her out as well. Rosie and Otto found peace with that after a few years.
Norman was left alone at last, and Harry payed the price. Back then, Norman thought, in fact, that he was at least an okay father. “I give him money, don't I? My father never did that for me.” But the more he buried himself into Oscorp the more he realised that he was missing his relationship with his son, and that had been the biggest sacrifice he had made. But it was too late. He didn't know how to fix it. He loved his son but he did not know how to express it healthily. Then the events of Spiderman 1 happened, and the rest is history.
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Back in present day:
So after Peter keeps an eye on Curtis to make sure he doesn't turn himself into a lizard, he goes around searching for a damn good lawyer who will also be willing to defend Doc Ock and the Green Goblin. Listen to me, he finds his universe's equivalent of Matt Murdock. He's not daredevil here since Spiderman is the only cabin hero in that universe. He's just a really good lawyer.
So him and MJ pay the man a shit ton of money—thank god for MJ's status in Broadway—(maybe Peter has risen to Oscorp CEO by now? That'd be cool, considering there's not that many supervillains for spiderman to take care of anymore, mainly robberies and public figure stuff—and I feel like it'd make Norman really happy to know his life's work is in hands he trusts. He also definitely still does photography on the side and JJJ still treats him the same despite him being CEO of Oscorp now. Like he doesn't care. He's still that kid with the spiderman photos in JJJ's eyes.)
BACK ON TOPIC. The moment Otto and Norman are revealed to the public as alive (and Norman's identity as the Green Goblin is revealed by Norman himself, who believes the people should know even after Peter told him he could dodge his own trial easily—) there's a huge uproar and a whole lot of riots wanting the two men to go to jail.
Now our Matt Murdock variant finds some very convenient files Rosie had written for Otto, in which she explained to the police every action they should follow in detail if the experiment went wrong. The police had ignored these instructions, but their existence made Otto's trial easier. The science behind the tentacles and the exact function of the fried chip was explained in detail and the lawyer emphasised on Otto's lack of control in the situation. Spiderman also confirmed everything, talked about Otto's sacrifice—to which MJ was a witness—and the hero vouched for Otto. He was given fines the worth of everything Doc Ock had destroyed and a year of house arrest. In addition, it was demanded that he'd have weekly visits by a psychiatrist.
As for Norman, all responsibilities were given to the Goblin as a separate entity that was in fact gone and couldn't pay for his crimes. The lawyer gave emphasis on Norman's lack of control once again, and to his intentions. Spiderman vouched for him, as did MJ, who he had kidnapped and almost killed as Green Goblin. In addition, a lot of old, retired workers of Oscorp who hadn't been killed by the Goblin gave their account that the serum had created such reactions in only one animal testing, and that Norman took it in order to not risk anyone else's well-being due to his strict deadline. At the end he was given a year of house arrest as well, and even more fines than Otto. And, of course, the involuntary psychiatrist visit—Twice a week for Norman.
The house arrest wasn't a problem for either of them. They loved spending domestic time together. The psychiatrist? They knew they NEEDED it. It was refreshing, in fact. The fines were a problem, but Peter and MJ helped them cover everything. Of course, the two would repay then by doing lab work at home *for* Oscorp.
And they were lab partners--
CURT COMES TO VISIT THEM :)) He's very happy to see them again and to see them having no more beef with each other. He's also fascinated by the tentacles. He decides Moe is his favourite. Then there's Martha who is sick and tired of visiting them because she ALWAYS found them exhausting lmao. Like she doesn't dislike them at all she just thinks they're very tiring. They're a bit less intense now that they're grown up and tired old men themselves, but you know.
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After a while, Peter and MJ help them buy their own little apartment. Can they technically live apart? Yes but they don't really want to. They like living together just like the good old days. They find comfort in each other because they're the only people that fully understand each other's pain. They often get nightmares, like every night, but the other one is always there for comfort. Eventually they stop going from room to room to wake each other up every night so they just share a bed. Platonicaly. Like platonic besties. And they also cuddle for warmth and comfort as platonic besties do. (Norman asked for this arrangement, BTW. And Otto happily obliged)
Norman's nithmares mostly consist of the Goblin killing people—but his worst and most common nightmare isn't about the Goblin at all. It's Harry telling him how awful he was as a father, how the only thing they share is their surname, and how he wishes he was never born—how he never felt a father's love—how norman didn't deserve a second chance, Harry did. The dream taunts him about how Harry went on to become a villain for a bit, asking him if he beat him at his own game—or if norman was ashamed of his son—if he always had been ashamed of his son.
Norman can never go back to sleep after waking up from this one, so instead Otto stays awake alongside him and they just talk to each other, or focus on hearing each other's heartbeat and feeling each other's breathing if Norman doesn't have the emotional capacity to utter a word. Sometimes Norman won't be speaking, but Otto will be—whispering words of comfort in his ears and reminding him he's not alone. Same thing applies when Otto dreams of Rosie's death. Norman never fails to distract him with words or just comfort him with his presence.
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Their apartment is very chaotic—they turned the spare bedroom into a little lab with equipment Peter got them. Everything is very unorganised and all over the place. As time passes and they decorate here and there you can definitely see Emily's and Rosie's influence on the furnishings.
Their psychiatrist is just the nicest person ever, and eventually they have sessions both separately and together. She's very professional and very good at her job.
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After they're done with house arrest, the first thing they do is go visit the graves of their lost ones.
Harry is buried right next to Emily—And Norman—whose gravestone was removed after the trial. He does wonder, momentarily, if a version of him is buried in there, but decides not to linger on it. He cries with Otto right by his side.
Only a bit further away, Rosie is buried. This time, Otto cries, and Norman stands beside him.
One day, Norman remembers Rosie's appreciation of T.S. Eliot and buys a collection of his best works from the local bookstore. He gifts it to Otto on his birthday, saying that they can try and figure it out together. Otto tears up. They end up reading their favourite parts to Rosie every time they go to the cemetery.
The dove descending breaks the air
With flame of incandescent terror
Of which the tongues declare
The one dischage from sin and error.
The only hope, or else despair
Lies in the choice of pyre of pyre-
To be redeemed from fire by fire.
—T.S. Eliot, Four Quarters
Because I do not hope to turn again
Because I do not hope
Because I do not hope to turn
Desiring this man’s gift and that man’s scope
I no longer strive to strive towards such things
(Why should the agèd eagle stretch its wings?)
Why should I mourn
The vanished power of the usual reign?
—T.S. Eliot, Ash Wednesday
You tossed a blanket from the bed,
You lay upon your back, and waited;
You dozed, and watched the night revealing
The thousand sordid images
Of which your soul was constituted;
They flickered against the ceiling
—T.S. Eliot, Preludes, III
Eyes I dare not meet in dreams
In death’s dream kingdom
These do not appear:
There, the eyes are
Sunlight on a broken column
There, is a tree swinging
And voices are
In the wind’s singing
More distant and more solemn
Than a fading star.
—T.S. Eliot, The Hollow Men
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Eventually, MJ gets cast for a stage adaptation of The Strange Case of Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde. The whole cast consists of women as a mockage of the lack of female characters and a reversal/swap/parody of ancient theater which only consisted of male actors even for female roles. Basically the whole play is women cross dressing and you know she FOUGHT for that role and she did her HOMEWORK she studied Norman Osborn in detail without him even REALISING.
Of course, she asked if it made Norman uncomfortable to watch Jekyll and Hyde, and he said he was fine of it and happy that she managed to get such a demanding and intricate role.
Him and Otto were invited to the play and Norman was at the edge of his seat the whole time because of how well MJ was capturing the internal struggle of the character. Every time the idea that Jekyll was just Hyde with social restrain came up, Norman could feel all the eyes in the audience glaring at him uncomfortably.
When the plot culminated during the confrontation and MJ acted out and sung the whole battled between the two halves, Norman couldn't help but feel water eyed, but he couldn't tear his glance away from the stage. Each lyric haunted his mind but also felt way too familiar. When the suicide was reached, although he knew that's how it ended already, he jumped out of his chair in shock and went outside to catch his breath.
Peter almost rushed after him, but good old proffesor connors grabbed his sleeve and held him to his chair. “Octavius can handle that, you stay here and look at your wife lay dead on that stage.”
Otto and Norman get their little peaceful moment, some fresh air, and then they go back inside so that Norman can congratulate MJ with tears streaming down his eyes.
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This is terribly long and I'm sure nobody will have the energy to read the whole thing, BUT—There's more.
Like. At some point. These two old fools stop lying to themselves idioticaly. Norman confesses. Otto confesses back. It's all great. They grow old together, might get married at some point with the tentacles dressed as little flower children. Curt is Otto's best man, Peter is Norman's best man. Little May is a flower child. MJ walks Norman down the Isle. Idk idk. Just wholesome nice stuff. They're old.
May grows up with Peter's spider powers and she's like Mayday Parker from the comics. Difference is that she was never kidnapped by Norman. Norman is her gay grandpa. And she is a lesbian that sticks to walls. Goodnight.
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Goodbye, For Now
Part II
Pairing: Otto Octavius x Y/N Parker
Words: 1,178
Warnings: angst, near death experience, kidnapping, heights, SPOILERS!!!!!
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“You can’t deny that you enjoy my silliness.” Otto said, nudging my arm a little, causing me to lift my head and look at the scientist with a loving gaze.
“I wasn’t saying that it’s bad.” I said softly, removing his blackout glasses from his face and looking into his honey brown eyes that made me feel so warm and safe. Otto leaned up a bit and kissed my forehead, a soft smile gracing my sweet lips as I closed my eyes at the gesture. Suddenly there was commotion coming from another room in the penthouse, causing the both of us to jump and turn towards the noise. Otto got up from his seat and stepped in front of me protectively at the dangerous crashing sounds.
“Peter! Stop making a mess!” I heard Aunt May say to my little brother. Relief washed over me and I rubbed my face a little before putting a gentle hand on Otto’s shoulder, letting him know that everything was okay.
“I’ll be right back.” I said before entering the room and looking at the mess that was made. “Peter! What are you doing?!” I was shocked to see him sticking to the ceiling, looking down at me and Aunt May.
“Uh, nothing.” He dropped down and stuck the landing before brushing himself off. An aggravated sigh came from Aunt May and the three of us stiffened when there was a pounding heard on the front door of the penthouse.
“Did you invite MJ over?” I asked, looking at Peter again with a raised brow. He shook his head no in response and I carefully stepped out of the room, sticking close to the wall and looking towards Otto, who was doing the same.
“Guys! Come on! This is my place! Unlock the door!” Happy’s voice rang through the door and made everyone relax again. I walked over and opened the door, stepping back quickly when it wasn’t just Happy who stood in the doorway.
“Norman? What are you doing?” Otto asked his dear friend.
“What should’ve happened a long time ago.” It wasn’t Norman in control anymore. Green Goblin had taken over. He threw Happy to the floor and started to advance on me. One of Otto’s metal appendages reached out and stopped Norman from getting to me. “We didn’t need to be fixed. We were fine the way we were. You should’ve just sent us back to DIE!” Norman threw one of his bombs at the floor, the device exploded not long after and caused the floor to collapse. Otto and Norman were nowhere to be found when the smoke cleared.
“Aunt May! Peter!” I called out, trying to find my relatives. No voices. Where did everyone go? I looked around and gasped loudly when the floor underneath my feet gave way and I fell through. Dr. Connors stood there, feral eyes looking at me before he lunged. I was quick to react despite the pain in my leg, making a red force field appear and block him from grabbing me. “Dr. Connors! What are you doing?!” I tried to reason with him.
“Norman was right. We don’t need to be fixed!” The giant lizard lunged at me again and knocked me out of the window, shattering the glass upon impact and I started to fall. Everything felt like time slowed down, my eyes darting around quickly to see if anyone was around to catch me. My powers could only do so much and levitation was not one.
I was alone. It was cold and dark. ‘Where am I?’ Was my first thought. My memories of everything in my life darted around me, my eyes watering at the happy moments, the sad moments, at everything. I came back to reality, finding that I was still falling, closer to the ground than I was before. ‘This is the end,’ I thought, swallowing hard and closing my eyes and waiting for impact but it never came. I dangled in the air by my waist being tied with webbing. “Peter!” I was ecstatic. But when I looked behind me, it wasn’t my little brother. It was…another Spider-Man?
I was lowered to the ground safely and placed on my feet, still confused. “I’m helping your Spider-Man. We are working to get the formulas remade.” This new Spider-Man explained.
“Otto. Where’s Otto?” I looked around quickly, no Otto in sight.
“Come on. We have a plan and we don’t have much time before we have to execute it.” Spider-Man said, taking my hand. I looked at him and nodded before an arm wrapped around my waist and I was flying through the air against the red and blue suit of this Spider-Man.
We got to a warehouse and Spider-Man let me go before I ran inside, hoping to see Otto but still no sign of my lovely scientist. “Y/n! Thank god you’re okay!” Peter ran to me and hugged me, in which I returned it and let out shaky breaths. I looked around and saw no Aunt May.
“Where’s Aunt May?” I asked, looking at my little brother. He frowned and looked at me before looking at the floor and I could see the tears he tried to hide. “Peter, what happened to Aunt May?” I urged, making him look at me.
“I tried to save her, I tried so hard.” He started to stutter out, becoming a crying mess. All of the air in my lungs was sucked out of me, leaving me suffocating and in pain. “Green Goblin.” He added, making me look at him and anger flashed in my eyes.
“I knew it was a bad idea to try and save these people.” I said firmly before starting to walk away until I was grabbed.
“But we need you.” Peter said and I ya led my hand away from him.
“Why? So you can use my powers some more?” My tone was angry. “I don’t think so.” I said but seeing MJ with the two other Peters made me stop. I growled a little and put my head in my hands. “Fine! But if another thing goes wrong, I swear-“ suddenly I was snatched off my feet by a flash of green and carried out of the warehouse, voices calling out far away from me.
“Not so powerful now.” Green Goblin said with a cackle as we flew through the air until the Statue of Liberty came into sight. It wasn’t long until I was tied down, gagged and dangling from the highest point of the statue. My heart was racing, nerves on fire and my anxiety was so high, it was unbelievable.
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sophienapier · 2 years
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Everybody was flirting with Otto it seems , as previously established he and Norman definitely had something going on and were constantly looking at each other but did you also notice the look aunt May gave him also Electro saying "i lked you before"
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I'm glad the movie acknowledges his attractiveness 😏
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cperduto · 2 years
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Alfred & Marisa in The Perez Family 🥵🔥
Also au young otto octavius & aunt may 🥰
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huffle-ego · 2 years
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NWH Master list
Spiderman: No Way Home spoilers
Nwh Headcanon Masterlist updated: 11/27/22
Found here
NWH one-shots updated: 2/14/23
Here
Series 1 updated: 3/4/22
A Second Chance masterlist
Series 2: *coming soon*
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Re-animated nwh elevator scene! I’d like to image them standing around awkwardly like this for like thirty seconds and then Norman goes:
“um…did anybody press the button?”
This is met with a brief silence followed by a loud groan from everyone in then elevator.
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