#imagine norman saying this to otto

[winterinhimring]

Post-NWH Raimiverse Headcanons

(These may or may not be relevant to a fic I am writing, but that's some time in the future. For now, I have all sorts of thoughts on how the Raimiverse will change after the cured villains make their return and so I must inflict those thoughts on all of you.)

Oscorp now has the best lab safety regulations of any corporation in the business. Period. They're light-years ahead of the current standards. Depending on who you ask, this was either Norman's last act as CEO before he stepped back for Unspecified Health Reasons, or Harry's first. Both of these theories suggest some interesting things.

Within the company, theories about What Is Wrong With The Osborns run rampant. Norman just sets off people's danger instincts now, because people his age aren't supposed to move like Olympic-level gymnasts - Peter can get away with being inhumanly flexible because he's a teenager and adults tend to expect teenagers to be capable of some slightly inhuman feats anyway; Norman less so. He can also see a little too well in the dark, and he periodically pops up in places he shouldn't really have been able to get to. It doesn't help that he's usually in those places to terrorise people whose lab safety standards are slipping. "Dad, stop scaring the interns" / "I just want to make sure nobody falls into an experiment and becomes a villain" is an exchange that Norman and Harry have had multiple times.

The theories range from "Norman is a vampire" through "Norman was in a lab accident and wound up able to teleport, but can't control it, so Harry stepped up so nobody would see his dad accidentally disappearing from board meetings" to "The Green Goblin was the result of an accident testing the performance enhancers and Norman hunted him down but had to take the enhancers himself to beat him and it broke his health".

(There are also, of course, theories that are uncomfortably close to the truth. Generally, what happens is that an older employee quietly takes the person who has put the pieces together aside and says, 'yes, you think you've figured it out, but think very carefully about whether you want to *say* it in front of the legal team *and* the possibly-not-quite-human former CEO'. The theorist invariably decides that discretion is the better part of valour.)

Harry does not unsettle people in himself. Harry is shockingly normal and while he can be a bit of a brat on occasion, he's usually very nice. However, people are a little scared of him anyway, because he treats his weird freaky cryptid dad like a perfectly normal person.

When Otto Octavius comes back from his little jaunt into another universe and lands in a destroyed warehouse after nearly wrecking half of New York, Oscorp's second defining feature, after the lab safety, becomes their terrifyingly effective legal team. A lot of precedents about the humane treatment of enhanced individuals are set, and ultimately they get Otto off with a pretty light sentence owing to the whole 'four AIs were controlling his brain' thing. Also, Rosie Octavius survives in this world (because she just does, okay? I'm appealing to the butterfly effect because...just imagine her bonding with May and MJ. It's a wonderful thought).

Once Otto has served his time, he becomes Peter's Science Enabler Uncle. They get along like a house on fire and are an absolute pair of holy terrors. Multiple things have been set on fire in the Octavius (and also the Osborn) house because of them. (So, so many things.)

Rosie, May, MJ, and Harry form the 'not a scientist but afflicted with a scientist dad/husband/nephew/best friend' club and stay over at each others' houses when one of their residences is temporarily uninhabitable because Otto and Peter were doing late night science, or Otto and *Norman* were poking the arc reactor that Otto brought back from the other universe and made a fire. Or because someone had the bright idea of cannibalising a small appliance for a robotics project and now the toaster is no longer functional.

Rosie and MJ are especially good friends and get into long, involved literary discussions which Peter and Otto are utterly baffled by. Even Harry, who's pretty well-read, can't keep up with them once they really get going. Peter and Otto are very proud.

At some point, a Conversation is had about Curt Connors. ('WHAT DO YOU MEAN PETER'S PROFESSOR IS GOING TO TURN HIMSELF INTO A LIZARD?' MJ shouts. 'I didn't say he was *going* to, I said we should keep an eye on him.' 'That...is really not very reassuring.')

And everyone lives happily ever after, to the end of their days.

#spiderman #peter parker #mj watson #norman osborn #harry osborn #otto octavius #rosie octavius #headcanon #no way home #marvel #raimi trilogy #raimiverse #winter says things #requiem fic

[ultimatepeter-man]

Hi do you think Wolf Spider started out as a normal Spider-Man or that he always had the spider legs as part of his powers?

OHOHOHOHOHO BUDDY YOU HAVE OPENED A CAN OF WORMS!!! Wolf Spider occupies my brain 24/7, it's unhealthy how much I think about him and I have a dozen different ideas about how he came to be and why he is who he is. I have two different headcanons:

Ya'll remember season 2, episode 25, when Otto was thinking about injecting Peter with the Goblin serum to see what it'd do to him? My first origin headcanon is that Otto DID inject him with the Goblin Serum. Since the serum is a amalgamation of Peter's DNA and Venom (which is also Peter's DNA), when Otto does inject him with the serum...nothing happens.

Or, at least, they think nothing happens at first. But overtime, Peter starts exhibiting more spider-like traits, including fangs, organic webbing, and strange limb-like stumps that are beginning to grow from his back. His skin turns into an ashen gray and hardens, a human's version of an exoskeltion, and his eyes go black and red (headcanon within a headcanon, much like how spiders have poor eye-sight, Wolf Spider also has poor eyesight and relies more on his other senses to guide him).

Just like how the serum had an effect on Norman and made him go absolutely insane (or, more insane than he already was) it also fucks up Peter's brain and drives him closer to insanity until, eventually, when a piece of the Siege Perilous lands in his dimension, he decides he's gonna go out there and kill other Spider-People and put the rest of the Siege Perilous back together.

2) Origin headcanon #2, when Peter was first bitten by the spider, instead of keeping it to himself, he got really overwhelmed with it, especially after Ben died, and ended up going to Norman Osborn (since the spider that bit him was from Oscorp.) Unaware that Norman is actually a terrible human being, Peter believes him when he says he's going to help.

But then Norman ends up kidnapping/holding him captive in his labs, and has Otto get to work figuring out why the spider gave him powers and how to replicate it. (He also faked Peter's death so people didn't start wondering where he disappeared and so they wouldn't go looking for him.)

As the experiments on Peter continue, he ends up kind of getting an extra dose from the spider (as it is still alive, like we see in the finale of season 4), which, as you can imagine, has an interesting affect on him. It's like I described above, his skin gets ashen and hard, his extra spider-limbs grow from his back, he gets fangs, and his eyes darken. The entire process was excruciatingly painful and the affects did immense damage to Peter's psyche.

In his anger, pain, and grief, he ends up breaking himself out and killing Norman in the process (right in front of Harry Osborn, who later becomes the Goblin Peter fights). Peter is free, but he's very different. Aunt May is deep in depression and grief after losing Ben and Peter, and Peter is very disgusted/ashamed of his new appearance and can't bring himself to face her. He continues living and growing, eventually picking up the monkier "Wolf Spider" and gets more bitter and angry as life goes on. He eventually snaps and goes full "villain" when Aunt May dies, ashamed that he didn't talk to her before them.

When a piece of the Siege Perilous lands in his dimension, he uses it to see into other dimensions, and is absolutely furious as there are other dimensions where he wasn't experimented on, where he became a hero, and where he still has friends and family to support him. He adopts that mentality that "if I can't have it, then no one can" and sets out to collect the rest of the Siege Perilous to do just that.

So...yeah, you could say I think about Wolf Spider a completely normal amount, heheh.

#he lives in my walls #he whispers to me from beneath the floorboards #its unhealthy the way I've attached to him #my angry feral pathetic little spider #I'm so curious what the show runners had in mind for his backstory #i know it was never shown but at least ONE of them had to have thought deeper about it #thats fine #whatever #I'll do it myself #Ultimate Spider-Man #USM #Wolf Spider #Peter Parker #asks #anonymous

[hollowsart]

1:30am and my mind started thinking about live-action crytpid crawler and I won't lie, this idea slaps:

…If there was ever a live-action Acedia movie, it would have to start off in a similar sense to how I imagine a comic for Acedia would start. where you're seeing the world, getting introduced to the various characters that may show up later, seeing them and hearing their names right from the get-go.

So like.. you'd follow one character to another and follow the camera around NY. from the city to the beach, to a movie set, to a corporate lobby, all the way eventually to following a female electrician as she enters the Connors' rehabilitation and research lab, walking past a sign that reads "Free Tours [dates and times]"

the electrician announces her name as Max Dillon as she greets Curt & Martha who introduce themselves and one of the two helps to redirect and show Max where she is needed.

Finally, the one remaining Connors starts the tour--

And the camera lands on Acedia at the back, and that's where the movie fully starts.

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as you follow the camera around the city to the various locations, you get glimpses of the rogues. Most of which before their incidents that happen, a subtle announcement of their name as the camera lingers just a moment on each one, just enough for the audience to put two and two together if the character isn't recognizable.

Alex standing talk above move people in line for a hot dog near the beach, waiting for her order. Her name is called and she turns to get it.

Wilhelmina sitting on her lifeguard watchtower chair along the beach, kids are building sandcastles around it, someone calls her 'Miss Baker' or something..

Quentin standing and checking the smoke machines and other effects. Gets his named called and back/shoulder tapped by another crewman to hurry it up and bring some things to another part of the set. 'yeah yeah yeah I got it' he says over the bustling workers as he shuts of the machine, picking it up and leaving out of view

The Oscorp Lobby entrance where you see Adrian and Otto speaking, Adrian is having to leave for business but will be back soon enough, Otto is nervous as always, Adrian reassures him before finally exchanging goodbyes and Otto heads in with a good luck wish from Adrian for Otto is meeting with Norman again.

Perhaps you get a shot of the dock and see Sai (@bunny) with their crew.. The only hint here of who Sai is supposed to be being a throwaway line, a joke about what they could find during their next dive. "I've heard there's a spaceship down there--" "If aliens existed, do you think they'd be aquatic? It would explain why they haven't appeared on land!" "Aquatic? They'd have to be like some kind of goo to live down where we're headed!" (the last line being said by Sai)

#ghostie mumbles #Genuinely I can picture all of this so vividly in my mind #obviously a few characters would show up later in the movie. being prominent ones. like Otto and Sai and Adrian too #maybe it ends with Beck getting fired and becoming Mysterio and the secret end credits scene being Sai finding the Ferrol symbiote? #ough... this is such a cool idea... #You get to have the fun game of spotting Quentin in the background whenever Acedia and Sai are in the Commodite Cafe. he's the waiter #//long post

[tornrose24]

So you know how Norman said that the Lords in the crystals were trapped in “dreams and regret?”. Does being trapped in the crystal feel the same as when Peter was sunken into the mold during the ritual?

Hard to say. Norman's method of crystalization is different than Strange's. In the case of the lords' crystalization, there's still enough DNA to bring them back, and some degree of conciousness, but it's like you'd be asleep and trapped in dreams. In some cases those dreams would be nightmares. They aren't even aware of what is happening outside their temporary forms.

But I'd imagine those regrets are things that they did regret up to that point that are somewhat stuck on a loop: Max failing to acomplish the one thing he was told to do by a person he very much looked up to, Flint being unable to do more to save his daughter (especially from a potential fate worse than death), Curt doing horrible things to his family as well as several people out of his misguided beliefs, Otto not noticing Norman's intentions sooner and failing to do more to protect his wife.

In Peter's case, he was experincing NORMAN'S regrets, otherwise he would have seen more of his own memories and be reliving his own regrets, like his 'brothers' in their crystalized forms.

#spiderman #no way home village au #spiderman no way home #peter parker

[shrinkthisviolet]

For Talk Shop Tuesday - I love Amelia Parker so I'm going to ask first, how did this OC come about? And secondly, what made you decide who she'd be friends with and who she'd be adopted by during the Snap?

Oooh great question! Honestly, this OC came about after I watched NWH. Not necessarily in relation to it at first, but...I wondered, “what if there was a Parker sibling who wasn’t Snapped/Blipped?”A little sister who had to lose her brother and aunt in one fell swoop. I wanted some post-Blip meta, and this seemed like a good place to start:

Imagine a little Parker girl who was swept into CPS pretty much right away, who probably cycled through a couple families that didn't click for whatever reason until the Octaviuses—that part was NWH-based, because I thought about the poignancy of Amelia meeting another version of her adoptive father, one who lost his Rosie long ago, and feeling pity for him, and believing in his goodness. Because how could any version of Otto Octavius be evil, when he was so very kind to a standoffish, sullen teen who had given up on being adopted before meeting him and Rosie? (I love the Raimi Octavius family so, so much, so ofc Amelia gets to be adopted and loved by their variants!)

Gwen being her best friend was because of how prominent she is in the Spidey mythos—I figured it would be a neat way to introduce her! Amelia's best friend, who then becomes agemates with the FOS trio and the others in their grade who Blipped. Gwen is romantically connected to Peter in the Spidey mythos, and here, she's platonically connected to Amelia. Even when they're separated during the Snap (Gwen’s mom moves them away after her dad Blips), Amelia misses her best friend fiercely.

As for why Norman...admittedly, I did think about just making him Harry Osborn. But when Raimi Norman dropped that line about Oscorp and Harry not existing in the MCU...it sparked an idea. What if Harry “doesn't exist”...because he was Blipped? More to the point, what if he was MCU Norman's twin brother, and he was Blipped, while Norman wasn't? He then had to go on knowing that he was a twin bereft of his other half, and that his father had lost his favorite son.

Amelia meets Norman in school (because ofc, through all of this, she is still going to school), and they commiserate, become friends. And then, when Norman meets Raimi Norman in NWH...it's a moment of “oh my god, this is me in another universe? I'm a villain? I'm evil?”

But Amelia refuses to believe that's his destiny. Norman's her best friend, who she may or may not have feelings for (she does), she can't believe he would ever be evil. It's why she's tricked by Raimi Norman and almost killed as a result...but it's also why she refuses to assign that same fate to her Norman.

Another reason for creating Amelia is because of the wonderful tension she and Peter could have. She is, ofc, the last one looped in regarding Peter being Spidey…and she finds out via the Mysterio video! Needless to say, she’s pretty pissed. That lasts throughout most of NWH…they do get their act together, but…we know how NWH ends :(

Amelia and Gwen reconnect in FFH when Gwen is visiting colleges nearby (she wants to move back so she and Amelia can live in the same city again), so by NWH, the two of them and Norman are a trio. And Gwen is waiting for the day these idiots get over themselves and confess (and she agrees with Amelia—their Norman could never be evil).

And this is how I picture our dear trio:

talk shop tuesday!

#oc: amelia parker #amelia x norman #amelia & gwen #amelia & peter #amelia & may #talk shop tuesday #(and yeah amelia takes the octavius surname after she’s adopted 🥰 it’s very sweet)

[ziracona]

[[On a Superhero short fic kick. I was incorrectly spoiled on events for the PS4 Spider-Man, but the ideas never left my head, so have some non-canon-compliant Harry. This is about a year after the game. Same setup, only instead of Venom experimentation, Norman used a form of the Goblin serum to try and cure Harry. Didn’t go great. Has been trying to improve on and fix ever since. While Norman was out of the country to clear up Devil’s Breath Geneva convention violation allegations, Oscorp kept getting attacked and desperate, and for multiple very bad motivations and without Norman’s knowledge, permission, or approval, woke up and set Harry loose to destroy some evidence and buy time, since doped up on serum he’s essentially a heat seeking missile. Pete as Spider-Man stopped him, but not before Oscorp got what they wanted out of the stunt. Peter is now dealing with the fallout and trying to process what happened to his friend.]]

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“Peter?”

“Uh—yeah, sorry. Hang on a second.”

Doing his best to mentally run through the half of the security system he’d memorized at light speed, Peter Parker slid back out of the vent he’d been in and launched himself up two stories in the elevator shaft, landing precariously in a far corner away from the pressure sensors on the lab side.

“Okay. Good now. Hi, MJ.”

“You okay? I mean, that’s what I called to ask about,” came her somewhere-between-worried-and-suspicious voice, “but I mean, right now? You’re not taking a call in the middle of a fight again, right?”

“No, no,” said Peter hurriedly, trying to wedge himself into a more comfortable position as an elevator passed.

“Is that construction?”

“No, it’s an elevator,” he replied, “I’m fine, really. Just trying to stay out of sight and overhearing-range while on the phone.”

“Okay,” said Mary Jane, not entirely convinced but convinced enough to drop it, “Look uh. I guess that doesn’t matter. Not like I could stop you anyway. I just wanted to know how you’re doing?”

…Ah. Right…

“With…Harry…”

Yeah. He swallowed. Okay come on. Now is the time to say something, Peter. This has been like 10 seconds of silence so far and it can get worse.

“Uh.”

“Look. I-I don’t mean to pry, and if you’re not ready to talk about it, that’s fine, of course. I just… I didn’t have anyone to talk to about it, and I know I’m upset, and I just thought. With you…”

Funny. He almost never heard MJ rattled. It was actually reassuring to him. Good to know somebody else felt it too. His shoulders relaxed a bit and he shifted again in the little corner, taking some weight off his back by wedging his knees against a post.

“I uh. I’m not doing great,” he answered truthfully. She was quiet on the other end. “I just…I can’t understand what happened.”

Peter wished he was outside. He wished he could pace and swing around while talking, work some of the energy out, but that would mean re-dodging about eight layers of Oscorp security, and he’d really come too far to go back now, so this was it. Wedged into a tiny corner of an elevator shaft about two feet from a pressure sensor that would put the whole building on lockdown if his foot slipped.

Good thing my feet are sticky, he thought, trying to rouse his spirit, and then with a grimace, Great. Even my quips are suffering…

“I’ve gone through everything I know about eighteen times in my head,” he continued, thinking it over a nineteenth as he did, “And it just…it wasn’t him, MJ. I-I mean, it was—I saw his face. But before? When we were fighting? It wasn’t him. It wasn’t Harry. I don’t…”

For a moment, there was quiet.

“…I’m so sorry. First Otto, now Harry. I can’t even imagine. This has been a terrible couple of years for you.”

“I—“ He hesitated, remembering. Running images of Otto through his head, images of the fight just yesterday, with Harry. “It…that’s not what. I mean…” he tried slowly, worried somehow about her reaction to this. “I mean it really… Wasn’t him. Not like Martin Li, not like Otto. Not like a change. It was like he was…possessed. He didn’t say anything the whole time. And his eyes…”

How to even explain it though?

He thought… if. If it had been like Otto, he would have known. A part of him would have unconsciously recognized Harry’s movements, his voice, something. But no part of him at all had been anything but shocked when the person he was pummeling had finally stopped hitting back and gone still in the wreckage of an automobile plant, and he’d torn the mask off to see…

Honestly, his first thought had been that it was Chameleon somehow. His second Mysterio, and he was hallucinating. He’d wondered if he was crazy before his brain had pitched him the suggestion that it might actually be Harry Osborn in the battered body armor beneath him.

And God, he’d been so terrified he’d killed him for a second he hadn’t been able to feel his own heartbeat. Peter had never once actually tried to kill anyone he fought, and he’d still been terrified this would be the one time he’d messed up and given a hit too hard.

He hadn’t. And Harry was okay. No. Not…okay. Alive. But-

“His eyes?” echoed MJ in confusion.

“Yeah,” said Peter, trying to come back down to reality, “they were…I only saw them for a minute, right at the end, and again, when Oscorp was transporting him away for treatment. But they were glowing. Not brown anymore either. Yellow. He didn’t…look like him.”

His voice had gotten so small.

He hadn’t meant it too.

MJ was quiet.

“…I’m sorry,” she said finally, and he could hear she meant it, “Do you know anything yet? What happened? Where he’s been?”

“Not much,” said Peter, trying to wall feelings back up so he could operate again, “Oscorp said a lab accident of some kind when he was getting treatment, and they’re taking him in to try and fix it.”

Which, thank God not the Raft. He didn’t think he would have been able to bear that. But…

“I…I don’t buy that though. He shows up, sure a kind of motivationless seeming attack, but it ruined the buy-out, and the Oscorp investigation at the same time. Even with their stock taking a hit too, their competition got the worse end of this, and they’re at least stalled from what Yuri expected to be a devastating run-in with internal affairs. Now, they have a perfect excuse for any documents that go ‘missing’. Probably nothing will happen with legal action after that at least until Norman’s back in the country.”

“You think he’d use his own son like this?” asked MJ, aghast.

“No! I would have thought it was about the only thing he wouldn’t do! But after last year…?”

Yeah. After last year, everything about Norman Osborn was more questions than answers.

No. Not about Norman. About…everything.

And that was what he was really afraid of. He wanted to say he knew it hadn’t really been Harry—and he did know it. He believed it. But. Last year had shown him what he knew…what he believed in, it wasn’t always true.

And there could be consequences…

“Right…” said MJ, sounding like she was following the same mental path internally.

“Anyway,” said Peter, hoping to divert her attention back to the present, “I’m going to see if I can’t dig up more. Something like this doesn’t just happen, and I owe it to Harry. To know.”

And to believe it couldn’t have been him. He owed Harry that too. He had to try.

“…Okay,” decided MJ, sounding determined herself, “I’ll do everything I can to dig things up on my end too. Let me know how it goes.”

“Sure thing,” promised Peter, relieved.

“And Peter-“ she called as he went to disconnect, “I’m really sorry.”

“…Yeah.” Said Peter. “Me too.”

There was a click as the line disconnected, and Peter turned his gaze back the way he’d just come. Quick two-story drop, swing into the vent, third from back on the right. Back in business.

It wasn’t like it was the hardest infiltration he’d done in the last year, but uh. Oscorp security was no joke. They’d really beefed it up since everything with Martin Li. Guess that uh. Figures.

Still, he was through the worst of it! Sort of…

Even with an advanced study of the security before going in, a degree in science, and an ability to sense danger and stick to walls, it took Peter another hour somehow to find what he was looking for. Oscorp’s labs spanned many, many floors, with varrying levels of security, and the blueprints did NOT match the interiors! No they did not. Which was extremely frustrating, and against city codes but hey! Not the worst work development for him in recent memory. Backtracking in narrow pipes wasn’t exactly fun or quick, but at least no one was shooting at him.

The place was such a maze in comparison to the blueprints he’s seen that Peter had almost given up on his last trek through yet another story of lab equipment being the right security route to follow and been about to turn around and try another floor, when he’d seen a very impressive amount of oxygen containers being carted down a hall, and followed a sudden hunch. And the cart.

It had payed off. The oxygen had been weaved through halls at what to Peter felt like random, and been left by a huge set of reinforced titanium doors, but he’d had a feeling, and Peter had taken another fifteen minutes to spoof the security system for the four seconds he needed to make it through the motion sensors in the exhaust vent leading in, and it had all been worth it, because he’d found him.

The room was long, with low ceilings and more consoles and lab stations than it seemed like there could possibly be something to do with. About eighteen little centrifuges, incubators, testing sites, printouts, backup power blocks, several types of animals in cages in a corner, data screens, computer banks, a massive microscope, and a lot of things even he couldn’t name at a glance. Near the far end of the room was a large empty tank of green-yellow liquid.

There were people in lab coats all over, some at stations, and a big clump of about eight around a console at the far end of the room.

“-he’s going to literally kill us,” one of the scientists nearest him was saying to another in undertones.

“No, by the time he gets here, we’ll have someone to hang out as responsible for the little incident with his son, and we’ll have gotten some actionable results here he won’t have to know how we got, and that’s going to be the only thing he cares about,” answered the other in a ‘and stop talking about this forever now please’ tone of voice.

“Besides. He’s tied up internationally in court. Even for this, he won’t be home for a month, maybe two, three,” said another.

“You haven’t seen him really determined,” said the first again, “There is nothing the man won’t do.”

“I have, and that’s how I know there are things even he can’t do,” answered the third again, “Now can we please focus on getting those actionable results? Because if we don’t, she definitely has a point.”

Okay. Kind of a huge relief to hear for once it sounds like Norman wasn’t involved in something. At least there’s a line. But, I’m definitely in the right place now, so…where’s Harry? It was the right spot for sure. There was Harry’s name, medical history, and bio readout splashed up on a handful of the screens people were working at right below him. It had to be here, right? Or close anyway. Had to.

Careful, Peter slid along the vent system installed for sucking chemicals in or out of the room in an emergency that ran straight down the center of the lab, for once too intent on searching to be thinking about what would happen if there was a spill while he was in the vent, like he usually would have.

Come on, come on!

He hesitated about halfway down the long rectangular room, noticing a screen near him. It wasn’t at a great angle for his neck, but he could make out the words.

Harry.

‘Experimental serum,’ ‘enhanced physicality,’ ‘heightened aggression,’ ‘triggered adrenal response,’ ‘fractured mental processing.’ He skimmed fast, hitting highlights.

Harry…. God. How? How did this happen! Nothing here about that at all.

It was infuriating.

At least I was right, he thought, not sure if it was okay to be reassured by this or not, since the results looked…pretty grim, according to that, you would have been completely out of your head… when … you…

He saw him.

The eight scientists gathered around a console weren’t just gathered around a console at the far end of the room. They were encircling a tube about seven feet long and three and a half feet wide, filled with the same fluid as the big empty tank, and just big enough to hold a human being in it. Which it did.

It was laid sideways like a battery, plugged into the console, and inside was Harry, laid on his stomach in an oxygen mask and chains.

It was everything he had not to break through the roof the second he saw it.

He couldn’t understand why.

You’ve seen lock-ups before, Pete. You know how hard some of them can be to contain. He destroyed four buildings yesterday. You knew he’d be locked up somewhere.

The calming himself down with logical reasoning thing was not working.

He-he couldn’t even tell if Harry was awake. His eyes were half open and glazed over, floating there—IS HE DEAD??

Panic flooded him.

One of the doctors moved a control on the console and the chains around Harry’s wrists and ankles retracted and pulled taut, immobilizing him, and it was suddenly very clear he was alive and awake, because his eyes snapped open, glowing a bright yellow that’s as unnerving to see, and he started thrashing madly against the chains and trying to slam a knee or elbow into the side of the tank, furious, unintelligible sounds coming from beneath the mask. Almost instantly in response, something shocked him. Peter couldn’t tell where it had originated from, but he’d seen enough people tazed to know what was happening as his friend suddenly jerked and started to convulse, then went limp and still hanging in the liquid like before, eyes shut.

Crap crap crap; Harry. I-

Th-there was nothing to do, but…wait. Watch. He didn’t want to. He wanted to jump down there and start breaking things, but. …He couldn’t. For all he knew, they really…were…helping him. Just because he didn’t like it, didn’t mean…

…

It was hard.

Peter was there for hours. Watching, listening. trying to understand. It was unbelievably miserable.

It didn’t matter this wasn’t the first time someone he’d liked and respected was in cuffs; it didn’t matter this wasn’t the first time he’d seen someone he knew become someone he didn’t. It was different. It was worse. And it was…wrong.

They were experimenting on him. And sure, okay, they had to. They had to figure out what was wrong, to fix it. But not like this!

Nobody talked to him. No breaks, no rest. Not even for meals. Just an IV in an arm and oxygen in a mask keeping Harry alive, trapped submerged in that tiny tube he wouldn’t have even had space to get to his knees in. Sometimes, Harry was out of it, or straight up unconscious. Sometimes, he was awake and struggling, only to get shocked into submission again. Sometimes, he seemed to get shocked down before he’d tried to do anything at all, just to make sure he wouldn’t throw off whatever test they were running. After a while, he quit fighting except to try and pull away from them, while they remote operated robot arms and drew blood and other DNA samples, tried things, tested serums, response times, stimuli. It was exhausting even to watch, and he hated it. Norman never would have allowed this! Whatever his faults, one of them was not using Harry as a lab rat. But. He wasn’t here. The conversation Peter had overheard played again and again in his head as he tried to think. They were right. Norman couldn’t be back for a while. Even if he knew, even if Peter somehow got footage and sent it to him, and it actually made it there, and he believed any of it, all it would probably do is put him through hell.

Which mean he didn’t know what to do.

By the end of his day of listening in, skimming screens for info, and snagging data off drives, Peter was sure of a few things though. One, whatever had happened to Harry, it had happened at Oscorp, and they’d known about it long before yesterday. Two, whatever he’d taken seemed to have had some impact on his neurological condition—at a guess, Peter had to assume that’s why he’d taken it in the first place. They weren’t sure of the full affects though. All they knew for certain was that any time he was awake, the drug kicked in and he was unpredictable: out of it, and dangerous, and unstable, and a lot stronger than a normal human. Three, whatever the drug was, it had not finished altering his DNA yet, and the submersion in the tank was to stay off further changes. And four, whatever they were doing to try to ‘help’ him now, they’d made little progress in the last year with Norman there, and whether or not they actually could do any of what they’d said now without him, their methods without oversight were anything but humane.

And he wasn’t going to stand for that.

He knew that much for sure. Risky or not, Harry needed help. Actual help. Not this. He wasn’t going to sit by, and wait for it to be too late again. He wasn’t going to try to let a problem fix itself and hope. Not with his best friend.

Which meant the only question then was what exactly to do.

He couldn’t just…break him out and take him to a hospital. Oscorp would have him back within the hour. He couldn’t rescue him give him to…anyone, really. There was…no one left anymore he knew to go to for help who’d know how. He couldn’t just break him out and let him go, either, though, because God knew how conscious of himself Harry would be, or what kind of damage he might cause out of his head—let alone what law enforcement might do to him after yesterday if they caught him like this.

Which…meant it was leave him, locked in a tank he could barely move around in to be experimented on by the people who’d sent him out as a weapon 24 hours ago, which wasn’t an option, or…

Oh boy.

-

-

It was dark.

Cold.

He couldn’t fall asleep. Harry had tried. But he was so tired his brain wouldn’t. It was running four seconds of memory in an endless, feverish loop and he couldn’t think, couldn’t not think enough to sleep, couldn’t anything.

At least they’re gone, the most conscious part of him thought, wanting to curl up and whimper, but too tired to move.

Who were they? Why? Why why why why why WHY WHY? I don’t—I don’t—I can’t! I-

Movement.

Adrenaline flipped on and Harry opened his eyes wide, irises yellowing and flickering to a glow in the pitch black room as he stared out at the empty lab.

Empty?

No, he thought, fear kicking in like he’d been stabbed with a syringe of it, Something’s there.

The restraints were slack now, with no one there, and he could move just a little, so he pushed himself up as much as he could in the tube and looked.

Nothing. No—

There!

Movement again. Where had it gone?

What’s out there? His anxiety deepened, and he placed his palms against the glass, leaning, trying to see.

It was so quiet.

Why would something be here? What do they want? What do they-

He turned his head left again and in deep shadows about fifteen feet back was Spider-Man like he’d aparated.

Harry jerked back, scream muffled through the mask, instantly hitting the back wall of the tiny glass cage keeping him trapped on his side.

The towering figure raised its hands and called something, but Harry didn’t hear it through the pounding in his ears.

No no no no no no!

Memory after memory from yesterday slammed into his skull and he doubled over and covered his right eye with a palm, digging his fingers into his forehead trying to push back against the pain. He’s going to kill me!

He could see it. He could feel the impact of a foot against his chest, and fists on the side of his face. Remembered the pounding pain again and again, this thing on top of him, until he’d hit his head so many times he’d lost consciousness.

Why?! Help! I—

Movement again. It was coming closer. Panicked, Harry flung his arms and legs against the glass of the tank, trying to break it and get out. Immediately, intense pain shot along his back as the cage tazed him, but he kept trying, too scared to stop—god it was almost on top of him-!

I can’t get out I can’t get out!

Spider-Man was there then, and Harry flung his arms over his head and curled up, recoiling as much as he could and shuddering as electricity ran along his body and fear pumped in his veins.

No no no not again not again.

“It’s okay! Please—I promise I’m not gonna hurt you. I’m trying to help.”

The cage was not snapped in half, and he was not dragged out of it and crushed like he had anticipated. It took a few seconds, but he registered this past the pain in every muscle from the shocks, and thudding of his heart in his ears, the fear in his throat. It took him another few seconds to realize Spider-Man was speaking to him.

“Please! Just—Try to stay calm, okay? That thing shocks you any time it senses a mood spike or adrenaline rush.”

W-What?

Harry lowered his arms enough to see the masked person past them. Spider-Man was inches away, gesturing as he spoke. Harry shuddered involuntarily, mind replaying again and again the way getting his face beat in had felt.

“Okay,” said Spider-Man, “Okay! Good. Uhm. There’s really no easy way to do this. I’m gonna get you out of there, and an alarm is going to sound, and then we’re probably just going to have to wing it, okay?”

Before Harry could think about what any of the words his frantic brain had half-heard had meant, the masked figure wound up a kick, and fractures cascaded along the glass tube in front of him. Harry yelped and tried to drag himself back and away, but there was nowhere to GO in the tube. Spider-Man swung and kicked the glass again, and this time little spurts of liquid shot out from the webbed glass cracks. Harry didn’t see the dent in the glass. He flinched and saw the foot connect with himself. Felt the way his ribs had. The way they still hurt.

Ah ah ah ah!

Electricity sparked along his back, sharp and furious this time, stronger, and he collapsed against the floor of the tube with it in surprise, twitching. Why why why make it stop make it stop!

It hurt; it hurt it hurt it hurt it hurt! Couldn’t—move! Couldn’t…!

The glass shattered, and he was knocked out with the remaining water, catching halfway to the floor as his restraints snapped taut and hung him there painfully.

“I-I got you!”

He could barely see, couldn’t think at all. Muscles still twitching. He felt the restraints snap, and landed against the floor, suddenly struggling to breathe.

“Here.”

The oxygen mask came off, and he could breathe again. There were sirens sounding. Lights flashing. He didn’t understand why. What was going on. Where am I?

O-Oscorp? Why? Everything felt unreal, but that didn’t make him less afraid of it.

When he looked up, Spider-Man was there, kneeling beside him, an arm on his back, and the terror kicked back in full throttle.

With every ounce of strength he had, Harry shoved off the masked figure and stumbled up, running blindly.

He heard, “Wait!” called after him, but didn’t even process the word through the adrenaline, and he tore through the lab with all his might. No plan. No exit. Just adrenaline and fear and desperation.

Something snagged a foot and he slammed forward into the ground and felt himself being dragged back.

No no no!

Twisting frantically onto his back, Harry saw web wrapped around the chain on his ankle, saw that thing reeling him towards it like he was trapped on a hook.

Anger overwhelmed him and he screamed, reaching blindly for the nearest thing—a computer console, and chucked it at him. Spider-Man dodged, but he let go to do it, and Harry scrambled to his feet and tried to run again, only to be hit in the back by something and knocked to the ground.

Spider-Man was on him then, a knee on his back, and Harry screamed and tried to twist around and kick him off.

“I’m sorry about this!” called the thing on top of him.

There were voices, close. Shouts. Louder sirens. Harry was seeing none of it past three days ago. Past being trapped under this thing and the way it had felt when the visor had shattered with a punch and cut the skin by his eyes, and frantic, he twisted onto his back and swung up at Spider-Man only to have a web knock the fist back and pin it to his body. He struggled, trying to get it free, but the thing spun him, winding a web around his arms and legs like a rope, and then dragged him up and flung him over one of its shoulders.

The doors opened at the far end of the lab. Harry was paralyzed for a second, overwhelmed with different memories at the sight of the people in white coats, the men in body armor with guns. The sting of needles, electricity running up his back, chain digging into his wrists, cold, confusion, anger. So much anger.

He lost time to it. Everything seemed frozen in his head, and then time came back and he was at the far end of the room, and Spider-Man was kicking through a wall and running, carrying him with him.

Fury took over and he lost time again to it as he started to fight against the bonds, brain registering only fragments. Labs, gunshots, flashing lights. Some huge drop in a shaft, an office, and then Spider-Man was swinging through a window and he was free-falling, tied up and slung over a kidnapper’s shoulder, and he came back as the anger gave way to fear again.

He screamed, and started to struggle, and felt Spider-Man’s grip slip for a second, and realized to his horror that if he broke free now, he would fall eighteen stories and flatten against the pavement, and went perfectly still, eyes squeezed shut and trying not to shake. There was nothing else he could do. Fight: die. Submit: …and what?

I don’t understand, I don’t understand! he thought desperately, overwhelmed, the sensation of falling coming again and again sickeningly with his eyes squeezed shut, afraid to look as Spider-Man held onto him and swung through the city, Why? What do you want! Why is this happening? What are you going to do?

He didn’t know. He didn’t know anything, except that he was scared and alone. He had been scared and alone for so long, he could barely remember anything else.

Something had happened three days ago. He couldn’t remember. But something really, really bad. And Spider-Man had hurt him, a-and if being locked up hadn’t been enough to satisfy him, then…?

He was scared.

They stopped, finally. He felt Spider-Man land on solid ground, and after a few seconds with no change in that, he let himself open his eyes. Still afraid to move. Harry didn’t recognize the place. An underpass? A tunnel? Something dark. Spider-Man went right to a wall and tugged a piece of cardboard graffiti aside, and there was a door behind it. He keyed in a code, and stepped in quick, Harry still slung over a shoulder, and then they were just in the dark.

There were about two seconds of blackness, and then a light switched on, and Harry felt his stomach drop as the pitch black space lit up and became a lab, with a tank of liquid a very familiar color in a corner.

Despair submerged him like he was already locked inside it again, and he stayed still, too overwhelmed to accept the situation, to think at all.

Nothing but fear.

No no. Please not again. Why. Why?

Spider-Man got to the center of the room and laid him on the floor, and Harry stayed limp, listening, trying frantically to find any way out of this, and coming up blank.

What is he going to do to me?

He wanted to cry. He didn’t want to die yet. Here, alone, without seeing his dad or his friends. He. He wanted to get out. He…

“Okay. Sorry, let me get that.”

Harry barely registered words at all, as Spider-Man knelt and started to pull the webbing off. Just lay there, shaking. Thinking about the tank and the pain in his ribs and his eye. And then his upper torso was free, and with a sudden surge of desperation, Harry lashed out and caught the Spider in the side of the head with a yell.

It had been a lucky shot, and his second swing wasn’t so lucky. Spider-Man caught the fist and dragged it back against the ground, then snagged the other and pinned him down as Harry frantically thrashed and writhed beneath him.

“No!” he shouted, finding his voice for the first time, “Let me go! Stop!”

“Harry! Please!” tried Spider-Man, struggling with him, “Don’t—Just stop! It’s okay!”

Harry could hear the chains still on his wrists dragging against the concrete floor as his kidnapper tried to hold him down.

“Get off me! Help! Please!” shouted Harry, “Help!”

“Harry! Harry it’s okay!”

“Please! Somebody!”

“You’re okay! —Harry it’s me!” Spider-Man let go of one of his arms for an instant and ripped his mask off. “It’s me! I’m not going to hurt you! You’re safe! I promise! I promise.”

Harry stopped and stared.

Above him, Spider-Man cautiously let go of his arms and sat up a little, worried face looking back.

“…Peter?” asked Harry in broken disbelief.

Peter Parker nodded.

…he…

“The…whole time?” he asked.

Peter nodded again. “Yeah.”

Harry shot up and flung his arms around Peter and clung to him.

He felt Peter freeze up, but all he could think was his own relief.

“Peter,” he cried, burying his head against his neck.

There was a second, and then he felt Peter’s arms close around him and hug him back.

He had never felt safer or happier in his life.

“Pete, I don’t know what’s going on,” he pleaded, unable to stop crying in relief, “Something’s really wrong with me.”

“I know,” came his best friend’s voice, steady and reassuring as always.

“I-I’m so sorry; I think I hurt you,” he stuttered, “when—I-I don’t remember why we were fighting, but-”

“-Me too,” cut in Peter worriedly, “I’m really sorry—I had no idea it was you.”

“Thank you. Thank you thank you thank you,” said Harry, digging his face in deeper against Peter’s neck and holding onto him like it was the only thing keeping him alive, “I thought I was gonna die there.”

“Never,” promised Peter worriedly, “I’d never let that happen.”

“How did you find me?” asked Harry, finally opening his eyes.

“As soon as I knew it was you, I just stayed close,” said Peter, “Followed Oscorp. I’m…so sorry I didn’t know. Th-that you were sick, and this whole time you’ve been missing…”

Harry loosened his grip enough to sit back so he could see Peter again, and smiled at him. “How could you have known?”

Peter smiled back, and he looked so sad and so happy and so relieved and so worried all at the same time, that Harry wasn’t sure what it meant.

He felt worry blossom in his chest again. “Pete… What’s going on?” he asked, glancing behind him at the tank, and around at the equipment with some growing unease, then back at Peter. “W-Why am I here? Why do you have that?”

Peter followed his gaze to the tank, and his expression became worried. Which was not reassuring.

He wouldn’t hurt me. This is Peter. He wouldn’t.

“I…nobody told you?” asked Peter, something in his expression breaking, “Did they tell you anything?”

“O-Oscorp?” checked Harry, “No. Or…I-I don’t remember.” Trying to remember hurt.

“Okay,” said Peter slowly, thinking, and looking very upset. There was the faint clink of metal from the snapped chains as he took Harry’s hands gently in his own and looked back at him. “There’s some kind of drug Oscorp had you take. I think because you were sick. It’s altered your DNA, but, not exactly like they thought. It’s why you can’t remember much about fighting me. It kicks in hard with adrenaline and some emotional responses, anger especially. But it hasn’t finished altering you. They haven’t figured out a way to counter it or get it out, but the stuff in the tank, it keeps the serum close to inert. Buys some time to try to find an antidote before it gets worse. I’m…so sorry they didn’t even explain why they were doing things.”

Drug…?

A flash of pain dug into the right side of his skull, and he let go of Peter’s hand to clutch his forehead.

“Har?!” he heard Peter call worriedly, felt a hand in his back.

“I-I’m okay,” he managed, fingers digging into his skin, “I’m okay. Sorry. I…”

“Are you sure?” asked Peter, anxiously helping him straighten back up.

No?

“I don’t know,” he answered honestly.

Words replayed in his head, memories, bad ones, and he took the lab in for a third time.

“So then…” he asked with a sinking feeling, eyeing the oxygen tanks and the monitors, “This is all for me.”

“I’m…sorry,” said Peter, sounding truly miserable, “I didn’t know what else to do. I thought, this way I can help. We can find a cure, and Oscorp won’t find you, and…I know, it still sucks, but.”

There was something about his expression, and Harry felt sick. He turned his head to take in the tank again. A little box. A little glass cage. He felt a shudder run down him. Something worse. “P-Peter,” he tried, looking back at him, “Did I hurt people?”

Peter looked so taken aback by the question.

“When I…when we fought. And…I-I can’t remember. But. I hurt people, didn’t I?”

Peter didn’t answer, but from Peter, that was its own answer, and Harry felt his heart crumble to dust.

He looked away, down at the floor.

“Har…” said Peter hesitantly.

“It’s okay,” said Harry quietly, trying not to think, “I’ll go. I don’t want to hurt anyone else.”

“Har…I won’t—…I wouldn’t make you. You know that, right?”

He looked up at Peter, and smiled. It was good to hear him say that. He hadn’t been sure.

“Thank you,” he said again, still feeling sick at the thought of going back in a tank, “For everything, Pete.”

Peter smiled back at him, and he was overwhelmed.

He put his arms around Peter again and pulled him close, burying his face against Peter and trying to soak in the feeling so he could remember it. He didn’t want to let go. He didn’t want to go back.

“Harry,” said Peter after a second, almost gently.

“I-I know,” said Harry, clinging tighter, “I’ll go. I will. I promise. Just, please. I haven’t been out in a year. Just another minute before I go back in there. Please.”

Peter was quiet. He felt arms close around his back and return the embrace again.

“I was going to say I think it’s okay if we wait a little. I need to get a read on the mutation rate outside the tank as a baseline anyway. Maybe we could get a pizza, some real food, just. Sit for a little bit,” came Peter’s voice.

Harry hugged him tighter, trying not to cry again.

He nodded.

“Okay,” said Peter quietly, and there was a smile in his voice, “Just let me know when you’re ready, and I’ll go grab us one.”

“Thank you,” managed Harry, eyes shut. Afraid opening them would wake him up, “for saving me.”

Peter leaned his head against Harry’s.

“I missed you,” said Harry.

“I missed you too,” answered Pete.

#spider-man Ps4 fic #spider-man fic #Harry Osborn #Spider-Man #Peter Parker #me writing #parksborn #I wanted to write about Peter dealing with betrayal after Otto and loss and his own beliefs and I’ve always loved what he and Harry have #and wanted to write about pain and fear and healing and themes they’ve had together since the OG

[thephantomcasebook]

yeah alicent and daeron give heavy norma and norman energy lol

I would go that far ...

But I would say that the show has an opportunity to give context that the book never really gives.

In the book, Alicent and Daeron are very close. He is her sworn shield after "Blood and Cheese" and for most of the war till he is sent south by Criston to take command of the Southern Theater. He is unabashedly named Alicent's favorite child (and person) in the world. But they never actually explain why he is Alicent's favorite, nor why they're very close. They ... just kinda are. And when Daeron is away she pines for him.

However, for some reason, I can't say that it's creepy in terms of how other mother/son relationships are portrayed in media and literature. He's not entirely a momma's boy, because, he goes it alone twice. He is a fixture among the commons in King's Landing and Oldtown as a boy and teenager. He is the most valiant member of the whole Targaryen family - both Greens and Blacks. And he's a master swordsman and tactician as stated by the books.

He's just ... really close with Alicent. A bit too close? Probably. But I guess it doesn't come off creepy, because, Daeron isn't a milk-sop. If Alicent said jump, Daeron would ask why and then maybe or maybe not do it depending on her reasoning ... and, weird as it may be, part of the reason I just don't find it all that creepy is that both Daeron and Alicent are super-attractive in the book. I know it doesn't make any sense as a reason, but their attractiveness is a factor in the ick factor. Both Alicent and Daeron are considered the most beautiful woman and the most handsome knight in the realm according to "Fire & Blood" in every edition.

Which, you know, if you want to go A+C=D route ... Alicent and Criston would have the most beautiful babies ... just keep that in mind.

As I said, in the show, they have a chance to redress and contextualize this relationship with the golden opportunity from the absolute fuck-up of not mentioning him in Season 1.

If you make him an adventurer and veteran of the Stepstone Wars who was ripped away from Alicent at a young age and basically given a long sword and a saddle for Tessarion and sent out into the fighting, I think former child-soldier Daeron would worship a soft, silky, and beautiful Alicent as a living Angel after being in Hell for so long. And I think that Alicent would circle the wagons around Daeron, the child they took from her - her baby. They would have a shared trauma of being ripped away from one another and would cleave to each other upon their reunion. Alicent would help him with his PTSD from the war and the horrible things he had to do and Daeron would lean on Alicent as a source of primal strength.

I'd like Alicent to be a moral conscious or mentor to literally the most heroic and noble character in all of the Dance of the Dragons. Perhaps she doesn't adhere to her own lessons, but she is invested that Daeron does not repeat her mistakes. Sort of what Otto was to her as a girl, but teaching altruism rather than ambition.

(Mood Music)

I imagine a scene at night where Alicent is in a nightgown, getting ready for bed, when she hears something. When she walks out onto her balcony she smiles softly to come across Daeron who is lounging on the railing with his back against the wall, leg drawn up while the other is stretched out on the railing. She watches him looking out at the stars across the horizon of Blackwater Bay.

He tells her about looking up at the stars and dreaming of home on the Stepstones, how he missed everything about this place and the people in it. Aegon's bad jokes, Helaena's smile, and Aemond's cleverness, Criston's protectiveness, and Alicent's warmth. But now that he is home, it doesn't feel as it should or how he dreamed of it. That he can't tell if it's him or this place that has a changed. But it no longer feels like home, not to him. And that he's afraid that after everything he's seen and done in the war that he'll never feel at home nor fit in anywhere ever again.

Then, Alicent, with teary eyes, without her adornment and jewelry, in a simple satin negligee and her hair down - not a queen but a mother - takes his hand and places it on her bare chest. With a emotional voice, she tells him that this - her heart - is his home, where he has and will always belong. That no matter what he sees or where he goes in this world, he can always return to her and be at peace.

Then, after a long pause, he gently leans his head into her bosom as she hugs his head squeezing her eyes shut as she kisses the top of his head.

#House of the Dragon #Alicent Hightower #Daeron Targaryen #daeron the daring

[choco-cherry-chunk]

hc that Harry is Otto and Norman's biological kid because he kinda looks like the both of them mixed together

Oooooh, this is a cool idea! He does look rather like both of them. But I am also imagining the simultaneous drama and chaos that would take place if they were. Imagine both of the original "Spider-Man" movies taking place with the change that Harry is Norman and Otto's son. Otto picks up on something being wrong with Norman but being uncertain of what, even to the point of Peter bringing him and Harry Norman's corpse at the end of the first film. He and Harry grieve and grow to hate Spider-Man until the shit happens with the actuators in "Spider-Man 2" and Harry essentially loses his other father to this experiment, only to truly lose him again in the end. It would be no wonder that he goes off the rails to become the second Green Goblin, losing both of his fathers (seemingly to Spider-Man).

And then the events of NWH happen and then they're returned to their worlds, thus able to survive and heal in the aftermath of what happened, and able to be a stronger presence in their son's life <3.

(Also I'm imagining the hilarity of, similar to what I discussed with @maybe-a-daisy , that Peter 1 is oblivious to Otto and Norman being together and just thinks both of them have a son of their own, only for both of them to say the name "Harry" or for Peter 2 to mention him, and for him to be like "Oh, weird that they both named their kids Harry" and they just stare at him in disbelief until Ned's like "Dude, even I knew they were together.")

#spider-man #spiderman #octogoblin #octoblin #mpreg #implied #harry osborn #asks #anonymous #god yet another au that i'm in love with

[profeyandere]

𝐎𝐓𝐓𝐎 𝐎. ─── ☾ 𝟏𝟎 𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐔𝐓𝐄𝐒

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Word Count: 3k

Pairing: Otto Octavius x Platonic!Reader

Warning: Spoilers from Spider-Man PS4, angst, death mentions

English is not my native language, so I apologize for any mistake and if you can help me improve it, I will greatly appreciate it. I hope you enjoy it :D

Your little hands, numb from the cold inside the dark and feared building you had entered, kept making your icy fingers, especially because of the great change in temperature at their tips, play with each other and they moved in different ways to calm the small anxiety and the great state of nervousness in which you found yourself because, after more than half a year, you had finally managed to get the mayor of the city to give you the go-ahead to be able to visit a certain prisoner whom you liked enough to care about him and at least be able to visit him one last time; You wouldn't even know what your meeting would be like and, depending on the words he used with you and how the conversation navigated, you would make the final decision to continue maintaining some contact with him or simply break it off forever.

You had waited too long for this meeting and, in truth, you had been anxious to see again the man who was your mentor as soon as you were out of high school, the one who had taken on the figure of a father after yours had seen each other, quite reluctant about the idea you had of not continuing your studies at the university, and he was the only person who believed in you when no one else did but, now that you were waiting for his arrival in the individual visiting room, you were starting to regret it of the choice you had made because, going back to the same thing, you wouldn't know what would happen. You had imagined a lot of situations where that man would speak sweetly to you, as he had always done, and everything could be solved with some kind of therapy, but the moment always came to remember what he had done in New York, remember that pain he had suffered provoked so many inhabitants, the innumerable deaths that he had left behind as Doctor Octopus and the pain that he had caused you and Peter; they were things that, although you tried to minimize, it was too much to let go.

You could never forgive those acts of vandalism that Octavius ​​did and, honestly, although you tried to think that this was not him and that it was that faulty neural network that had caused that psychotic side of him, you were aware of the deep hatred he had towards Norman Osborn and that the reason all this had happened was because of the radicalization of his feelings for that poorly finished invention that he refused to let go.

His dream was to help people, but how many lives did he have to sacrifice for his invention?

Suddenly, the sound of the loud and heavy metal door of the room made you come out of your reverie and caused your heart to pound against your chest due to the state of nervousness that you had reached in a short time with just a miserable noise, but that was the one who told you that Dr. Otto Octavius ​​was willing to meet you, otherwise, they would have spoken to you through the megaphones to inform you of his denial.

"It's you."

That voice, scratchy and cheerful, made you slowly raise your head, which you had kept down since you had entered the building, meeting the hopeful and bright eyes of the older man who at any other time would have made you smile, but now it wasn't like that. Octavius ​​no longer gave you the feeling of being at home, but you saw a monster and the only thing you wanted right now was to leave La Raft and tell Peter what a coward you had been, but it was too late and there was no turning back.

You should at least talk to him, just say hello and ask how he was.

"Yes, there are many people who are called like me in New York, but I think I'm the only one who wants to talk to you," you spoke, noticing how your voice betrayed you and was barely understandable because of the speed used and how low it had sounded.

That was noticed by the man in front of you and you knew it when he saw his frown in confusion.

Before he could even answer you, or tell you some nonsense of his own to loosen the atmosphere, the two security guards who accompanied him took it upon themselves to sit him in the chair in front of you and handcuff his hands on the metal table that separated you under the threat that he would not do anything suspicious or else the meeting would end and he would be put in an isolation cell for a week; his body would have its faults, it was obvious, but his mind was still as brilliant as ever and, therefore, he was aware of what he should or should not do.

"I guess they won't bother us for the next ten minutes," Otto commented, making you look back at him instead of at the guard who had closed the door once he had left the small room. "What did you mean by that? The thing about you being the only person who wants to talk to me, is Peter not coming?"

What he had said seemed almost implausible to you, leaving you speechless at how confused he seemed to know that the boy who had been your partner in Octavius' company would never appear through that door behind the doctor. How could Peter see the man in front of you if he had taken one of the people he loved most in the world from him?

"Are you asking me that stupid thing? You're supposed to be smart, how are you able to think something like that?" You questioned, showing yourself defensive and frowning just like Otto did not fully understand the meaning of your words. "After everything that's happened, do you think he's going to come? In whose head does that fit?"

Although you had wanted to start the conversation on the right foot, deep down you wanted it, your scathing and hurt words did not take long to appear and that made Octavius ​​surprised because he had never seen you that way except with the people who had truly made you hurt like your old high school classmates or college freshmen could have been, even once he had caught you speaking rudely to your parents on the phone once you left home, but he would never have expected that same tone serious and unjoking towards him at some point in his life, although you couldn't blame him either, he wasn't aware of the damage he had caused you.

"Pardon?"

His confusion made you angry, you got pissed off when you noticed how little shame the man had. As much as you tried to excuse him, did he not know what he had caused in New York City or was he just kidding you? Maybe the faulty chip had fried his brain and you were being too hard on him, but you were just far off the mark.

"You've done too much damage to New York, but even more to Peter," you pointed out. "Because of the Devil's Breath, you caused many citizens to get sick and die by not finding the cure fast enough because of your damn little games with Spider-Man and the other villains that were loose in the city. You don't know the damage that it has caused to the entire city and not only at the health level."

Your confession wasn't something he didn't know. He was aware of everything he had done to New York. He did not justify it by mentioning that it had been an act of revenge against Norman, he somehow saw it as a means to an end; he wanted to finish off Osborn, but at what cost? Thousands of people had lost their loved ones because of their ineptitude, because of their thirst for revenge, while others had lost their lives when attacked by the various criminals on the loose from La Balsa or had seen their life's work destroyed along with their dreams.

Otto had taken the lives of many people in different ways. You were no exception.

"If Osborn had stopped that experiment, this would never have happened," Octavius ​​pointed out. "You know exactly why we stopped working together and you know why I've done this. He took all my projects away from me and prosthetics weren't the only thing, dear."

You closed your eyes, accompanied by a sigh to try to calm the nerves that you also had on the surface.

You knew where that rivalry came from, that hatred, between the two scientists. You never saw fair that due to a failed experiment a person lost his family, you never saw fair that Octavius ​​was taken away all his ideas for future experiments and projects that were later successful, you never saw fair that Otto lived up to date with his household bills because of the lack of budget that there was and much less did you see that fate would pay him so badly that he would develop an illness that would make the rest of his life almost impossible.

The prosthetics project was a way to make his body, in the future, not useless, but everything got so out of control that it got to a point where even you would rather see him in a wheelchair if you had known with certainty. You knew what his anger and ideas of revenge could do to everyone around you, but you suffered from the idea of ​​seeing him so badly in the short term. You had done a little research on the disorder he suffered from and, although it was true that you had asked to be allowed to accompany him to medical appointments, he simply refused to try not to worry, but it was seeing him day after day that in the end ended up killing you with grief and pain.

"We could have waited a little longer to perfect the neural interface, but you were and are so stubborn that you refused to wait because of your illness," you pointed out. "You wanted to do everything as quickly as possible so you wouldn't have to watch your body wear down as the days went by, and that's why you created those tentacles so sporadically."

"It was to help people," he defended himself, feeling a slight annoyance at your sudden accusation of selfishness towards him. "People need those prosthetics and I was going to give them to them."

"Without the grant money they would have taken everything from you, you would have kicked me and Peter out to find a job that could pay us and you wouldn't have created your tentacles," you commented. "You created those prostheses as quickly as possible so that you could work because you know perfectly well, as I do, that it was a matter of time before you needed crutches, a wheelchair or even had to be bedridden due to your illness," you continued. "Understandably, you did, you just should have waited a little longer to let Peter fix the chip problems, but you refused and let your mind swallow you whole and the thirst for revenge take over."

Octavius ​​went almost blank once he heard your words and looked at your wounded face because of the internal pain you were suffering from just remembering the events that had brought you to this point.

"You ruined everything, Otto," you murmured, on the verge of tears. "Your tentacles would have helped you move, of course, but I would have helped you survive in this world without hurting anyone."

The doctor saw how small drops came out of your eyes, which rolled slowly down your cheeks until they accumulated for a short time on your chin before falling on the icy surface of the table that separated you, surprising him in the process to see how you were hurt by everything that had happened, but he knew there must be something more behind those tears. You had gone to visit him. He supposed at first it was due to a sweet and innocent encounter, but he did not expect everything to change once you saw him appear at the door because, to be honest, he had seen the change of emotion on your face once you got up head and made direct contact.

"If Norman had been aware of what we were doing, maybe-"

"Norman has nothing to do here!" You yelled, hitting the table hard and causing him to jump in his seat in surprise and the scare you had given him. "You've killed a lot of people because you hate the mayor, you killed Peter's aunt and that's why he's never going to want to see you again!" You continued. "You've taken away everything we loved and that's why even I've been slow to come because I wanted to take time to be aware that I was going to see you," you murmured. "I've lost everything, Otto, except Peter, there's nothing left for me."

Octavius ​​didn't know what to say to you, much less listen to your sobs and the tears you had wrapped yourself in when remembering everything that had happened half a year ago with him and with your family.

"You killed my parents," you murmured, stifling a moan deep in your throat. "They inhaled the Devil's Breath and died because they didn't get the cure in time, May also died because of the damn powder you dropped and because Spider-Man decided that the serum should be used for everyone instead of being selfish and only giving it to one person."

Otto didn't have anything to say because just by seeing how you were consuming yourself in pain he knew he wasn't the one to say anything to you.

"You could never have helped me and you know it," he murmured, looking down so he could see your hands fisted on the table. "The arms were perfect, the chip failed and that's it. I didn't want you to take care of an old man."

"You know perfectly well that my parents didn't want me with them after I didn't want to finish my college career," you began. "You offered me a job and you were my boss and mentor, but I saw you as a father and loved you as if you were one,” you continued. "You picked me up off the street, gave me a chance to make my life worthwhile by finding something that could truly fulfil me, and cared for me like I was your daughter," you mentioned. "When you told me about your illness it hurt like hell, but I knew at that moment that I had to give you back everything you had done for me and I started preparing my flat to be able to welcome you and take care of you when you needed it."

Octavius ​​was surprised to hear you say that last, but it was as true as there were twenty-four hours in a day.

Your life had not been the easiest, having strict parents who always controlled everything you did, always saying that they wanted the best for you, but when you left your university career you saw yourself on the street and that was when you met Otto, who was looking for helpers for his company. Indeed, you didn't have much idea of ​​the projects he had, the mechanical functions he needed or the technology he wanted to use, but with a little study and effort he ended up giving you the necessary knowledge to be able to defend yourself and thus make some small projects that he had a man in mind; just a short time later Peter arrived and you became a happy family.

Otto was the father figure that you both somehow lost and he treated you like his own children by giving you the vacations you needed, support when you needed it and scolding you when you did something wrong, and for that reason, you spent much more time with the doctor to learn more about him and to have an almost father-daughter relationship that you were looking for so much. You called each other every day, you texted almost every hour and you worried about each other, especially when he discovered his illness and he told you about it.

You had prepared your little apartment for Otto to arrive as soon as he couldn't take care of himself, needed to use crutches, use a wheelchair, or have organ failure big enough to worry anyone, but just happened the New York disaster and everything changed for the worse; you couldn't do anything for him, much less now that he was in The Raft, possibly locked up for life.

"I wouldn't have let you take me with you," he murmured, reaching out as far as he could to try and take yours, but he felt a slight tug on his wrist from the cuffs and slowly retracted his arm.

Suddenly, to the surprise of both, the door of the room opened and, behind the doctor's back, you could see one of the guards who had accompanied you, in this case making a gesture with his hand to make you understand that you should leave the room at that precise moment; your ten minutes were up.

You let out a shaky breath and slowly got up from your seat, looking at the man in front of you and noticing how he didn't seem to make out with you. You assumed then that it would be too painful for him to say goodbye to you, perhaps forever.

"Take care, please," you asked in a whisper, slowly circling the table and staying by his side for a moment, placing your hand on top of yours and forming a gentle grip to try to calm him down.

Otto expected some more word from you, but just seeing your small hand on his was enough for him; he couldn't help but smile at that moment but, when he realized it, he was alone again and would wait his whole life if it meant seeing you again.

#otto octavius #otto #octavius #otto octavius x reader #otto octavius x you #otto octavius x oc #reader #you #oc #otto octavius imagine #marvel #spiderman ps4

[j4yb-rd]

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ok so, i recently rewatched the episode of otto becoming doctor octavius, and when norman sees what happened to otto after the "accident" he looks genuinely worried!!! and like. he's obviously not *cough cough* but i wonder what it would be like if norman and octavius had a legitimate relationship before the accident, even if it was just platonic. in my opinion i think it would be totally possible for there to be a romantic relationship, if only norman was less of a Bitch to everyone, and it could have been really cute! not to mention lots of angst afterwards, with otto lowkey trying to murder norman </3 like imagine adrian about to hurt norman or whatever, and he calls out for otto, and both adrian and otto hesitate. they're both shocked, with adrian appalled at the idea that norman thinks he even has the right to say otto's name, and otto wondering if norman might still care about him, or if he's just manipulating him. i just wish they had more time together pre-accident AND post-accident!

#tssm #tssm fanfic #tssm fanfiction #tssm norman osborn #tssm doctor octopus #tssm otto octavius #the spectacular spider-man #otto octavius #norman osborn #writing #fanfic #fanfiction #doctor octopus

[pyrjunnie]

imagine if preaccident TSSM Otto was always unhinged but was just too short to say anything and then he got arms so with the power of technically being taller than his boss he finally got to go insane as a treat

In my opinion arms or without arms he could easily take Norman down.

LIKE JUST LOOK AT THIS DUDE.

A stick, even the wind can push this motherfucker down.

Though it would have been nice to see more of Otto just flinging Norman around like a rag doll. Is it too much to ask. 🫠

This is without the “He’s Green Goblin!” Logic. Btw. I know damn well this man knows how to fight back just let me dream here.

#q/a #little rambles #i want this man thrown around so bad

[renthebarbarian]

Omg I didn't realise you were a farscape fan! Ok so imagine post-nwh Otto and Norman start digging into any media that involved portals to see if any of them got it "right" but after a while they just get obsessed with farscape cos it's fun. Although Norman cries during D'Argo's arc with his son.

I frelling love Farscape!!!

I feel like Otto would love Zhaan, and would weep when [SPOILER].

Peter and Harry tease Norman and say that he’s Rygel bc he’s tiny and rich, and Otto would interject. “No, he’s obviously Chiana.”

“Why, because I’m skinny and slutty?”

“Exactly.”

“…that’s fair.”

#osborn-octavius family #farscape #ask box

[survivoirs]

@serpcntes -✦-

brows furrowed in confusion at the need to move elsewhere, but he followed regardless, stepping into the parlour just behind the other male and closing the door behind them, giving them the privacy that they needed to have this delicate conversation. he supposed his son must be home or could return home at any moment for norman to be this cautious. what had norman told harry about all of this? whatever he’d told harry, otto doubted the younger would believe a ‘madman’ with a questionable mind. what a terrible thing it is to experience something extraordinary that no one can ever know nor can understand. the nervousness that radiated off of norman was infectious, the relief he’d experienced earlier fleeting and giving way to concern and anxiousness. he suddenly felt unsure if he should even be here, that if being here would only make things worse but… he had to try, right? they’d been good friends before. he’d like that again, to mend burnt bridges and move past their disagreements. norman spoke and confirmed an earlier thought he had ; he had tried telling harry. he can only imagine how poorly that conversation went. brows quirked up in a flicker of surprise at the mention of trying to talk to peter about it too. that was a bold move. ❝ i suppose if you had approached me any time during the last two years, i wouldn’t have known about it either. ❞ he mused, more to himself than to norman. time worked strangely, and he’d fallen from grace some time after norman’s supposed death. he shook the thought off, exhaling a weary sigh. ❝ i know now. ❞ he continued, whether that came as an reassurance to the other or not. ❝ you’re not alone in the knowledge of other worlds anymore. ❞

Somehow Otto had answered exactly in the best way he could have to quell Norman's various worries regarding this entire conversation. He confirmed one of Norman's hypotheses of if he'd reached out to Otto as soon as he'd 'gotten back'; the logical likelihood that Octavius wouldn't yet know what Norman was talking about even if he wasn't crazy. And then, to quell the main concern of confirming that Otto did remember and could prove to himself that he hadn't lost it. Norman let out a visible sigh of relief. The first moment of relief he'd felt since shortly after getting back to their universe.

you’re not alone in the knowledge of other worlds anymore.

"Thank you, Otto," he said, with the same warm familiarity as when he'd used the man's first name back when that young Parker disabled the arms' neural control over Octavius. "You cannot begin to understand how much relief I feel hearing you say those words," he exhaled, rubbing at his chest. "I think I need to sit down," he murmured, staggering a step to sink back into the nearest section of the subtly extravagant chaise lounge.

"No one has believed me. Everyone thinks I've gone insane. Everyone, Octavius," he explained urgently, feeling his heart beating rapidly beneath his palm. "I have mandated psychiatrists and everything. And I -- I started to think that -- you know maybe, maybe I am just a raving lunatic. Like you said 'the reckless fool who turned himself into a monster'. The great Norman Osborn has finally lost it ladies and gentlemen," he ranted a bit, voice growing in volume. "I started to think maybe it has all been in my head, so I took the meds they give me. I tried one mixture of meds after another, letting them try to figure out how to treat something they don't even have a name for!" He took a deep breath, realizing he'd shouted started shouting a bit towards the end.

"I'm sorry -- I shouldn't have yelled at you. And I really shouldn't wake up the staff. They'll call the doctor over. Don't want them thinking I'm getting too worked up," he laughed nervously. "I am not a fan of the side effects of the drug cocktails they've put me on," he explained vaguely but looked grim enough about it. "Amongst other ill effects is the mental sluggishness, the brain fog. I can't -- can't think. Can't think the same. Can't work," he sounded incredibly frustrated. "And really -- with men like us -- what are we even if we can't do our work?" Would Norman even recognize himself if he could never again work at the extraordinary level of his intellect? He'd based his entire purpose in life off of his scientific mind. It was a terrifying thought even if he didn't voice it to Otto.

#yeah Normans kinda broken af in this verse ngl #ooof #im sad #THREADS. [ I'm something of a scientist myself. - Norman ] #serpcntes #serpcntes: otto #rp

[hollowsart]

I’m seeing a pattern of people fusing themselves with animals to become greater beings in spiderman,,,, furries much? Anyway. The villains that don’t have an animal theme what would you give them? (Electra still get eels?)

Funny you say Electra still gets Eels because in that short lived Spiderman cartoon called Spiderman Unlimited there was an Electro in it that was literally just an anthropomorphic Electric Eel. So I mean. That works.

Luckily, Otto is not fused with an animal, he is just likened to one crudely because of his man made extra limbs Lol he has like no other connects whatsoever to octopi. Among a few other villains who also don't have any animal fusion/motifs going on.

Hmm.. The only things coming to mind for Sandlady are Sand Fleas. Or Crabs.. maybe some other animal that lives in the sand. Sandman getting something that lives in desert sand rather than beach sand..

Norman doesn't get fused but plz imagine him with a spoiled brat of a Sphinx cat. P l e a s e. A wee goblin of a cat with the most luxurious little cat clothes.

Mysterio just makes me think fish or animals that can utilize those little play balls they can roam around freely inside of.

I won't lie. Tombstone gives me dog person vibes. Hammerhead, too. Which makes my mind wander to the thought of Hammy having a pet pitbull. Not because they are big and scary and junk. Pitbulls are so sweet. I think he'd see a bit of himself in the dog.

We all know Silver Sable MUST have a pet sable. Or maybe some other kind of weasel-like animal. Long, sleek, slippery in the sense of being hard to catch. Also pretty. She'd like the winter coat ones. They turn white.

Now I'm just thinking about animals they'd have as pets. Oops. A previous anon a little while back already suggested Kingpin having a goldfish pond and the thought has not left me. This absolutely massive man with his little pond of little goldfish. Man.

#//long post

[tornrose24]

What are the abilities of Norman and the rest of the 4 lords in the No way home village au and do they have certain powers similar to their RE8 counterparts?

All five of them retain their canon powers to a certain degree. With key differences-

-Norman would need Miranda’s powers (or most of them) in order to make the story work. So he’s a mix of her and his canon self. His mutated form is a mix of Miranda’s mutated form with elements of his designs from the original Spider-Man movie as well as the musical (yes, really) and I have already drawn it.

Max is capable of being more powerful if he has access to additional power sources (like how he stole the reactor in NWH). So I imagine if this was a game, then the goals is to cut off access to any power sources in his domain. His mutated form resembles an eel and though he’s just as much of a threat, he’s forced into staying solid and thus can’t  turn into electricity itself.

I had him in Alcina’s role as not only is he the most appreciative of his powers, but he’d be just as loyal to Norman as Alcina was to Miranda.

-Flint is the only one who doesn’t have a mutated form, given how the cadou effected his body. If he expands to kajuu-size, then you could consider that his mutated form.

He was granted Donna’s role because they are both people who tend to keep to themselves, though his daughter (who is also mutated) lives with him. 

Also there’s no AU equivalent to The Baby Monster.... for now.

I’m not sure how Peter could get an advantage on Flint but I think water would have to come into play somehow since that’s Flint’s weakness (and it’s not like there’s a huge vacuum laying around).

-My friend was the one who had the most say on Curt’s appearance (they took inspiration of Moreau originally having his crush fused to him. Instead its Curt himself who is stuck in a hellish-simultaneous Jekyll and Hyde existence). To be honest I don’t know what else Curt is capable of and neither me or my friend came up with a mutated design for him yet.

He was picked to be Moreau for pretty obvious reasons. Plus his sewer hideout in TASM is about as similar as Moreau’s poor home by the lake.

-Otto’s tentacles are an actual mutation instead of the metal arms. He doesn’t have the same issue with the AI and is thus entirely in control of himself. However he acts cold and uncaring (like he did when the AI was in his head) outside the safety of his home and he’s only his true self towards the very few he does trust or care about. However he’d be more aggressive in his mutated form. I’m not sure how he’d be defeated/bested just yet in that state.

He was chosen for Hisenberg’s role for obvious reasons by this point (especially because–like Hisenberg–Otto doesn’t strike me as someone who would have willingly consented to having his body altered). Plus I love the idea of Peter genuinely bonding with Otto and actually be fine with working with him as a nice deviation from what happened between Ethan and Hisenberg.

...Which is why it will NOT be a fun time for everyone when the two WILL be forced to fight each other. (No thanks to Norman of course).

#spiderman #spiderman no way home #no way home village au #I keep giving additional information in addition to the desired information of the ask LOL #norman osborn #max dillon #flint marko #curt connors #otto octavius #green goblin #electro #sandman #the lizard #doctor octopus

[memoriesoftanalorr]

Spider-Man No Way Home au

Spider Man No Way Home au cause Peter needs a father figure and I wanted Jake Gyllenhaal plays as Quent in No Way Home too, he's deserves a second chance too. Or not? - Quentin Beck aka Mysterio is faked his death and after some time he get the change of the heart and realize the things he's done cause he's still liked Peter. - Some time later, he's go to talk to Peter. A boy was shocked and furious, "Mysterio..." Peter then punches him in the face. "My name is Quentin Beck. I juat want to fix the things I've done." "You can't trick me anymore! It's just an another lie! Another trick of yours!" Peter screamed. "I'm sorry about everything I'm done. I'm not going to hurt you anymore." Quentin get up from the floor and wiped blood from his mouth. Peter walked away. "Don't go near me! I don't want to see you again!" When Peter telling MJ and Ned what happened their reaction was confusion but MJ then say that he's lying again to get the glasses. - After some time, the lawyer Matt Murdock helps Peter. - Quentin was too depressed to tell the truth or maybe he's was afraid that everyone will hate him or will not believe him since Peter didn't believe him either. - Peter come to Doctor Strange for help. Peter asks if Strange can go back in time and make that Mysterio never revealed who Spider Man is. Dr. Strange finds the spell that would make everyone forget about Peter is Spider-Man. But then spell goes wrong cause Peter keeping on changing the spell. - Quentin remembers that Stark's bodyguard Happy Hogan were with Spider-Man and starts to searching in his address, Beck thinking that Peter's there. - Peter about to cure the villains from other dimensions. When Beck arrives Peter wasn't happy to see him but he about to give Quentin a second chance. Peter tell him everything what happened. Quentin was shocked when he finds out that Multiverse is real. - Quentin feels uncomfortable among those villains but the one who get a chat with him is Norman. Both of them shared their villain stories but then Quentin said he felt despair since Peter don't want to listen to him but Quentin wants to change and Osborn replied that Quentin must be likes the boy, Beck answered that Peter an a good kid and smart. - Green Goblin taking over Norman and Peter's spider-sence get it. Quentin standing near and everyone asks Peter what's wrong. "What's thr matter, kid?" Beck asked. "No more darker half? Did you really think that I’d let that happen?" Osborn said. "That I’d let you take away my power just because you’re blind to what true power can bring you?" Norman added. "You don’t know me." Peter said coldly. "Don’t I? I saw how she trapped you. Fighting her holy moral mission. We don’t need you to save us. We don’t need to be fixed. These are not curses. They’re gifts." "Norman, no." Octavius said. "Quiet, Otto." "You don’t know what you’re talking about." Peter said. "I watched you from deep behind Norman’s cowardly eyes. Struggling, to have everything you want, while the world tries to make you choose. Gods don’t have to choose. We take." Norman said. Quentin walked towards Norman. "Dr. Osborn. What the heck you talking about?" "There's no more Norman Osborn, only Green Goblin." He laughted evily. Quentin is trembling, either from anger and confusion or from the fear. Osborn walked to Beck. "I feel your anger and hatred but you don't use it. Just imagine who you could have become." "No! I'm not the man I'm used to be, not anymore and won't let you hurt Peter or May or someone else!" Quentin said. "Oh, really?" Norman said before he pushed Quentin against the wall, Beck then hurt his head and falls at the floor. "Beck!" Peter screamed anxiously. Peter then fought Green Goblin and said to May to run to the safe place. Other villains escaped but Otto carried Beck down and leave the building as well. Quentin woke up some minutes later and Octavius was near him. "Are you okay, Mr. Beck?" "My head is hurts but I'm fine. We're need to find Peter." Quentin told. "I know where's boy is. Near Statue of Liberty." "But I'm not sure I can help in the battle." "If you worry about the boy. Be on the distance then." "Did you saved me by taking me away from that building? Uhm, thanks." Quentin said. "You're welcome. Let's get going." Quentin find MJ and Ned. He is standing behind them. Peter wants to kill Osborn, Spider Man was furious and violent and even Quentin didn't seen him that violent. Beck watching them on the distance and he could see Spider-Man's from other dimensions. It's written on his face. "That's crazy." Quentin thought. Peter and Doctor Strange talk and Peter tell Stephen recast the spell. Peter said to MJ and Ned that they're going to forget him and it was heartbreaking. Quentin approach them. "Peter. What happened." "Beck? I though you're dead. The building was blowing." Peter said. "Yeah, Dr. Octavius saved me. Oh, about your aunt, is she?--" Quentin get silent cause Peter start to cry and hugged him. "I miss her. I couldn't save her." Peter sobbed. "It's all my fault. If I didn't said about who Spider Man is, it's would never happened. I'm so sorry, kid." Quentin hugged him back.  Peter tell Quentin that Doctor Strange cast the spell and everyone going to forget that Spider Man is Peter Parker and so his best friend and his girlfriend MJ and Stephen Strange and even Quentin about to forget him. Beck was in despair, "Goodbye, Peter." "No necessary, we're can meet up again." Pete replied. "Why? Cause if you're meet me again, I'll remind you of the worst things that happens in your life because of me." Quentin shouted. "I'm gave your a second chance! And you're changed!" Peter replied. "Why you're so sure about that?" He asked. "Well, you're on the way to change." Peter said. Then Quentin walked away and Spidey leaves after Dr. Strange cast the spell. Two weeks later, Peter meet with MJ and Ned at the cafe. But he not tell them about everything. Peter bring a flower to May's grave and get a chat with Happy. Peter living now in a new apartment and still saves the city as Spider Man.  - Peter, Ned and MJ studying at MIT together. - Sometime Peter and MJ getting closer to each other. Once when they're kissing, MJ remembers everything but didn't tell Peter. She was thinking that it's some kind of visions or something. also when he and Ned doing their handshake, Ned remembers he is Spider Man. (You know what the strongest magic? it's love and love of friendship.) Three weeks ago, Peter was late on the bus and walked back home over the street, he heard that at some bar was a fight, woman screamed. Peter saw several guys with a drunk man and this was Quentin Beck. Peter rushed for help. "No! Stop! This must be a misunderstanding. What happen?" Peter stand between the guys and Quentin lying on the floor. "I'm owner of this bar and this man is so drunk that he's start attack others and broke the window. He's crazy. If you're didn't leave with your friend, I'll call the police." "I can pay you for his damage, can't say we're friends but I'll take care of him." Peter promised. "Thanks, young man." Peter carried Beck on outside. Quentin feel himself dizzy. "Who are you, kid? I don't need your help!" Beck pushed Peter away. "Listen, sir, let me help." Peter said. "No need to call me sir..." Quentin said. "You need medicine help." Peter said. "I'm fine! What you talk about, kid." Peter rolled his eyes "Why I'm trying?" Quentin fall asleep and falls into boy's arms. Peter carried him into the hospital, he has an a injury. Two weeks ago, Peter walked over the city streets and saw Quentin again. He is standing dramatically. Peter walked towards him. "Hey, you're that guy that I helped. You were in the bar." Peter said. "I don't remember anything from that night but when I was in the hospital, somesome saying that some boy carried me there. Is that you?" Quentin asked. "Could you tell me what happened? Why you was so mad?" Peter asked. "It's not your business, boy!" Quentin turned away and leave. Time skip Year later. Peter, Ned and MJ get a winter holidays party at MIT. Trio prepare themselves for the event. They're have fun together. Once again, Peter is face to face with Quentin unexpectedly. And btw I Forgot to write that Quentin remember only that he was fired by Tony cause of his instability. "You again?" Pete commented. "I just.. Uhm, you helped me and I was mean to you. Thank for this. Truly." "You're welcome, sir." Peter replied. "You can call me Quentin." He patted his shoulder. Peter get flashback from the time when Quentin pretending being a superhero. Pete shakes his head. "My name's Peter Parker." "What you do Peter?" "I am student at MIT." he replied. "Science then. You know once I was worked at Stark Industries but then Tony fired me." Quentin said with sadness and anger. "I guess Mr. Stark have a good reason for this." Peter said. "He fired me cause I was unstable..." "I think I can help you with this, how about a mental therapy or something?" Peter told him. "If this works I would get some job. I trust you, kid." Quentin said. - Happy told Peter about employment into Stark Industries and Peter think it's not be the same without Tony. But he accepted that. After winter holidays, he get the tour there. Some little bonus - Quentin learnt how control himself and later on he's become slowly a better person. Quentin sometimes teased Peter when he's talking about hus girlfriend MJ and then Peter blushes and saying "Aw, man, stop it." and Quentin cuddling him and replies that he's just kidding. Peter laughed cheerfully, he is now knows that he can trust Beck. - Later on, Beck decide to get a job as a teacher at University of California, Riverside. Quentin was born at Riverside, California. He chooses Nanoscience & Nanotechnology. Peter was surprised to hear that and he said he'll visit University. Quentin not sure if he will be a good teacher but he will try to. Peter wishes him a good luck with that

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