Taming Otto

The Grand Scheme of Things

You finally make it back to your dorm room. You pace in your room confused as to what Dr. Octavius was thinking pulling you aside like that? You've interacted with each other for barely 30 minutes of your respective lives, so why is he seeking you out from day one?

You decide to text your best friend, bff/n. You've known them since you both were little and if anyone might be able to calm you down, it's them.

Y/n: Hey, how was the first day for you?

bff/n: meh, I regret picking such BORING classes. wbu? How was Doc Ock?!

Y/n: Dr. Octavius is umm... interesting. Definitely different than back then

bff/n: wym?

Y/n: idk maybe I'm just so used to what's all over the Bugle..

bff/n: you know half of that is bs anyway

Y/n: maybe..

bff/n: is everything ok? i can tell somethings off hun

You want to tell them what went down after class but what will they think? The last thing you want to do is justify people's mistrust in him.

y/n: yeah i'm ok just exhausted and dreading all the homework he gave us today LOL

bff/n: okay but promise if you need anything, you'll call me?

y/n: you'll be the first one i call, i promise. anyway I need to get on this homework for Doc's class. I'll text ya later

bff/n: mkay! Good luck!

y/n: thanks! You too

You can't tell anyone about what happened after class. At least not yet. Not until you figure out what he wants, and may even need from you.

After a nice long shower and a hot meal, you settle in for a night of studying with a cup of hot chocolate. Just as you sit down in your favorite chair, your phone rings

*incoming call: Uncle*

y/n: "Hey uncle, how are you?"

Uncle: "I'm doing just fine honey. I hate to bother you but I called the school and got your schedule and I saw you have Otto's class and I--"

y/n: "YOU WHAT?"

Uncle: "y/n watch it! I'm helping you pay for the classes. I deserve to know where you are and who you are with!"

y/n: "ugh fine."

Uncle: "So.. how is he?"

y/n: "You know this is weird right? You calling me this time of night, asking about my professor's mental stability? Don't you have a life?"

Uncle: "y/n.."

y/n: "okay okay! He's fine! He's still just as egotistical as ever just with control of his mechanical arms now. happy?!

Uncle: "for now that'll do but you know I'll need more than that eventually"

You have graduated from irritated to just plain old pissed off,

y/n: "I TOLD YOU TWICE ALREADY, I AM NOT YOUR SPY! I WANT TO ENJOY LEARNING FROM HIM AND NOT HAVE TO BABYSIT HIS MENTAL HEALTH SO YOU CAN F*CKING PROVE SOMETHING!"

You hang up, throw the phone on your bed and tears begin to stream down your face. All you want is to learn from him and follow your dreams of working for him one day. You don't know how to make it any clearer that you don't want to be a part of your uncle's scheme. You know that the man who nearly destroyed the city is not the same man who stood before you earlier that day. Something is.... different, and it's not just the new found control.

Do I feel.. no.. it can't be

You shake off the seemingly impossible feelings you hold to him and begin studying.