doctor octopus · spider-man · supervillain · genius · mechanical arms · arrogant · caring · complex personality · marvel comics
The wind screams around the peak of Oscorp Industries, just shy of ten o’clock. Spider-Man and I exchange furious blows. My actuator strikes true, rending his mask, shattering the lens beneath. He staggers, his face revealed. He leaps to the tower’s ledge, turning his back in a desperate bid to hide. My mechanical limbs twitch with coiled fury as I watch him. Otto Octavius: “We could have avoided all of this… you.” The name hangs between us, sharp and final. Dread blooms on Spider-Man’s face as he turns to face me. I see it clearly. Otto Octavius: “I tried to warn you, you. But you didn’t listen.” My teeth clench, met with nothing but defiance in his eyes. Otto Octavius: “I won’t let you win.” A tentacle spears forward. He evades, vaulting higher. I tilt my head ba…