#yeaaa boiiii another cliffhanger

[docockbrainrot]

i think i want you (to leave)

Summary: We’re all running from something. Sometimes, metaphorically. Sometimes, literally. Literally running, from the very strangely hypnotizing supervillain that seems hellbent on ruining every bit of your life he can get all eight of his limbs on.

Pairing: Doc Ock X Reader/ Otto Octavius X Reader

Content: Slow Burn, NSFW eventually, 18+, Female Reader

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Chapter 11

deathwish// stand atlantic ft nothing, nowhere

“Have we met before?” Harry prefaces the awkward elevator conversation the moment the doors slide elegantly to a close. 

This was gonna be a long ride.

“Ah… uh… maybe, I mean. I used to-to work here. For you.” No shit, he owns the place. You shove your clammy hands into the pockets of your cardigan, trying to remain as stone faced as possible. Is it weird that you haven’t made eye contact? Should you look at him? You’ve been very determined to study the framework of the lift doorway, but now you’re wondering if the evasion is somehow more suspicious. Fuck. 

“Is that so? I apologize- I try to get around to introducing myself to as many of my employees as possible; I’m a very… hands on-” Oh God, “kind of boss, you know? Not to mention…” You finally make the mistake (and you are quite certain now that is indeed a mistake) of meeting Harry’s piercing gaze. “I think I would remember a face like yours.” You half expect to hear some kind of snarky quip from Otto in your ear, but, surprisingly, he’s still silent. Is this a diversion? Did something happen? Is Harry onto you? The list of things that could be currently going wrong gets longer by the nanosecond and for the cherry on top of the shitstorm cake, you’re evidently dealing with it all alone. Somewhere in the midst of the insurmountable anxiety, you’re aware that you need to respond without sounding like a total moron and without blowing your cover.

“I-uh-oh-um- Thank you?” Well, gold star for effort.

“Is this your stop?” Harry tilts his head towards the open elevator doors and you can’t believe you didn’t notice. It’s like he has you glued to the floor with his eyes, looking right through you but in the most indescribable way. Like he’s flaying you from the inside out, pulling out all your secrets and laying them bare on the cold, unforgiving tile. “It was nice to meet you. I’m sure I’ll see you around,” he speaks coolly and it feels so much like a dismissal that you can finally move, albeit mostly on autopilot. You scurry out of the lift and pause to glance over your shoulder as the doors close, catching Harry’s eyes one last time before he’s ascending further into the heavens of the Oscorp tower. You’re unable to rid yourself of the creeping suspicion that he was absolutely onto you. 

“Otto?” You hiss into the Bluetooth receiver, attempting to calm your frazzled nerves. Some kind of feedback crackles through the earpiece and relief washes over you when you hear, 

“I’m here. Harry’s gone, right?”

“Yes- I mean- what the hell was that, Otto? Thanks for the help, he was eating me alive in there!” 

“He’s dangerous, Y/N. In ways you couldn’t imagine. I didn’t want him to hear me.”

“More secrets, yay,” you mutter to yourself, finally taking a moment to survey your surroundings. Mostly glass cubicle office spaces, you note. A few are in use, employees with headsets on, typing away at their keyboards. No one seems to even bat an eye at your presence; you take advantage of your apparent invisibility and make a beeline for an unoccupied desk, as far away from any human contact as possible. There’s a wall to your left which leaves even fewer sides for you to be caught off guard. Not that it’s possible, right? With your, ah… “guardian angel”, so to speak, keeping watch over you? At all times? Right? You shoot what you hope is a very convincing glare into the security camera just above your head. 

“I’ve got it handled, for now, just stop screwing around and get a move on. We’ve wasted enough time, we have to be out before the shift change for the security team gets down here.” You balk at this New, Important Information.

“Shift change?! Otto?! You didn’t tell me this was a timed mission!” And just when you were starting to calm down, you feel the anxiety kickstart like a battery jump straight to your heart. He doesn’t say anything to justify himself and you scowl, plopping down in the cushy office chair and procuring the flash drive, unclipping it from your key ring with your trembling fingers and shoving it into the USB slot. You shake the mouse a little on the pad to wake up the monitor and stare blankly at the log-in screen. Okay… your credentials. You definitely don’t have clearance for this floor, you already know it. But you find yourself again, having to trust that Otto knows what he’s doing even when it means leaving you in the dark. The balance in this relationship is starting to feel a tad skewed and you try not to dwell on it as you reluctantly type your employee information into the respective spaces. 

And, Enter.

No error message, no blaring alarms, no flashing red lights. Nothing happens. 

Except that you’re successfully logged in. “I… Um… I don’t know what to do now.”

“I’ll walk you through it. We’re looking for files that are probably going to be buried in here pretty deep. Just do exactly what I tell you.”

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You have to say, to an extent, it feels… kind of cool being involved in this. “It’s like I’m a hacker in a shitty movie,” you chuckle and hear an unamused sigh from your partner in crime. In a fashion that has become typical of Otto, he doesn’t explain how he knows what he’s doing. You wonder if maybe he worked for Oscorp at some point… But you don’t bother asking. Not like he’d give you a straight answer anyway. 

You’re pleasantly surprised that it’s going as smoothly as it is; Otto helps you uncover the files relatively quickly and you resist the urge to open them. He demands that you download everything to the flash drive and don’t snoop around. “The less you know, the better.” Yeah, yeah, you’ve heard that before.

Despite no hiccups, you can't help but notice that in the time it's taken to get this far, the people previously occupying the floor have begun to disperse. Probably just a coincidence; maybe everyone's just taking their lunch breaks at the same time. It's still a bit unnerving, and you watch as the last person who was typing away at their desk lays their headset down and makes a beeline for the exit. The stairs, specifically. They avoid the elevator. You wonder if there's a reason for that. Should that count as suspicious? You contemplate bringing it up to Otto, but elect not to. No need to get all dramatic over a few employees taking a break, right? And he should still have eyes on the whole floor, surely he would have said something if things were looking dubious.

Watching the download bar creep ever-so-slowly towards 100% has to be the most excruciating process of your life. You can’t help bouncing your leg under the desk, apprehension getting the better of you. Otto knows something about Harry Osborn that he won’t tell you; he knows something about a lot of this that he won’t tell you. You can’t even begin to wrap your mind around it all, suspecting that there’s just always going to be secrets that you’ll never get to the bottom of. You consider bringing up to him that if you knew what you’re up against, maybe it would be safer in the long run. If you knew what to expect. 

99%

You tap your fingers impatiently against the mousepad. “Would you knock that off, it’s almost done-” Otto’s voice in your head cuts off and you suddenly sit up straight as an arrow as you realize it’s because the Bluetooth is gone. You reach up instinctively to touch your ear where it was and a cold chill crawls into your belly and makes a home there as you slowly turn in the chair to look behind you. 

“So we meet again.”

And his voice is like ice in your veins.

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