Spider-Man/Peter Parker One-Shots

(PS4) The Power Of The Sun

I couldn't think of a good title so enjoy a reference to Tobey Maguire's Doc Ock

"Dad, I don't think this is a good idea." Your voice was tinged with nervousness as your dad, Otto Octavius, played with his invention. He had finally managed to build the robotic arms he, Peter, and you had all been trying to make for years. It made you happy he finally fulfilled his dream, but looking at the slithery, somehow malicious arms moving around, you found yourself inching away from him.

He looked up at you, a beaming grin on his face as he continued to play with the arms. "What do you mean (Y/N)? This is my life's work!"

"And you've done amazing, Dad, really." One of the arms moved toward you and you nearly tripped scampering backwards. "It's just...they make me uncomfortable."

"I've worked for years trying to make these." He gestured toward them, his proud smile never dwindling. "It's cause for celebration!" He used an arm to grab a coffee mug and hand it to you. You took it, eyeing the arm as it seemed to look at you, before it went to retrieve your dad's own mug.

The arm was reaching toward a glass of liquor when the door opened and Peter walked in. You looked up as he entered, relieved to finally not be alone with those arms. "Hey Pete," you called, using the excuse to walk over to him. His eyes landed on the black tentacle-like arms as they supported your dad as he walked.

"Whoa."

"He finally got them to work." Your nervous chuckle went unnoticed as he observed the arms in awe.

"We were just about to celebrate," Otto said, offering him a mug to join you both.

"I feel like we should celebrate after we fix the issues with the microchip in your head, dad." You sent him a meaningful look but he just rolled his eyes.

"You're much too cautious, (Y/N). I'll be fine." Hoping to inspire the third party in the room to speak up, you ran to grab the tablet to show Peter.

"Look, the voltages are too high, we still need to lower them before they might be safe for use." You showed Peter the data and he flipped through it, a crease in his brow forming.

"You're right, this could cause irreparable damage to your brain, doc." He continued to tap on the tablet as you looked up at your dad. He used the arms to raise himself off the ground, towering over you both.

"My brain is just fine, Parker. We don't need to run any more tests."

"If this is accurate, it could be affecting more than just your motor neurons. We need to run more tests-"

"No more tests!" Otto's voice came out in a shout, and you immediately backed up, your coffee mug dropping from your grasp and shattering on the floor. Peter pushed you behind him as you both backed up.

"Otto, this isn't like you! We need to make sure you're safe."

"Please Dad." Otto looked between the two of you, realization dawning on his face as he slowly lowered himself back down to the ground.

"You're right." He clicked the chip on the back of his neck, powering down the arms.

"Are you alright?" Peter walked over to your dad.

"I'm alright, Peter. You can go." Peter looked back at you, then to your dad. As he slowly walked towards the exit, no doubt wondering if it was actually okay to leave right then, you jogged over to him.

"Hey, wait, before you go." You pulled him to the side of the room, watching Otto out of the corner of your eye. You really weren't sure if he was okay. "I'll call you if anything goes wrong with him."