Solar Flares-Doc Ock (Raimi) x AFAB Reader

The Smiles Returning to The Faces

"How will we escape without being spotted?" you finally asked as the three of you hid behind a wall, you didn't consider that MJ had a busted lip and was bleeding in multiple areas. You couldn't help but wonder how much of her was machine, the concept of cyborgs had always fascinated you, and now it- No, no you had to focus!

"Nobody will care if we act as if this is completely normal," Hiro muttered, you raised an eyebrow at that. "They're all either too drunk or high on drugs to care," he explained.
"Fucking typical." you couldn't help but remember the times when Tony came home from some rich, elitist party too drunk to stand straight... It wasn't a surprise that the rich assholes who could afford to live here did the same.

"You're all idiots," MJ muttered, spitting a wad of blood mixed with spit on the ground.

"Well you're the one who has a gun against her-" you started before you were cut off by the blaring of sirens, red lights flashed through the hallways as MJ laughed.

"Did you really think that a bullet would kill me?" you heard a familiar voice call out through the intercoms. The doors behind you opened with a hiss, you whipped around to see Ottos beaten, unconscious body still propped up by his actuators. Harry stepped out, obscuring your view of him, sparks flew out of his neck as he grinned at you.

"Now, let's go have dinner," he growled, his voice still scratchy... How much of him was now machine? How much of Harry Osborn was still in there?

You don't remember how you got to the dimly lit dining room, the candlelight flickered as the five of you all tensely ate in a stifling silence, you stared down at the three-course meal that was laid out in front of you by terrified servants, probably fulfilling their part of the contract to get the actuator suits... Which promised salvation, but in reality, it was just another trap, another means to control them. The mashed potatoes tasted like sawdust in your mouth... And you've had to eat sawdust before. You set down your fork with a loud clatter onto the hard wooden table, Harry raised an eyebrow at that as he sliced through his piece of steak. It all disgusted you, that everyone here just went along with their lives, living in luxury as everyone down below struggled to survive.

"It's too rich," you muttered.

"Too rich?" he raised an eyebrow.

"So you are able to still eat human food? Does it fuel your machinery-" Otto asked.

"Eat your fucking food, Octavius." Harry snarled.

"She's right, it's too rich."

"We've been eating stale rations for ten years and you expect us to just choke this-"
"What, do you prefer shawarma?" Harry asked.

Your knuckles turned white as you clenched the spoon... Maybe you could scoop their eyes out, anything could be a weapon if you thought about it... And you had plenty of motivation to kill Harry.

"Take that back." you snarled.

"What? Did that hit a nerve?"

Otto stared, confused at the look plastered onto your face. You stared down at the knife that lay across from you, and in a swift motion you snatched up the knife and threw the knife at Harry, it clattered harmlessly against his head, Harry looked up and shook his head.

"I think that it hit a nerve." he chuckled. "You're not a fighter... just like Tony."

You lunged at him, the rope dug into your wrists as you were held back, Otto reached out to touch your arm, but you couldn't feel his attempt at comforting you. You could only see the smug look on Harry's face.

"He's just trying to get to you-" Otto started.

"Oh look who's talking!" Harry laughed at that. "You're the one who got us all into this fucking mess."
"I never intended to-"

"And you didn't intend to kill Peter, but here we FUCKING are!" MJ snapped.

There was a long moment of tense silence as you glared at Harry, and MJ glared at Otto.

"This dinner was... pointless." MJ set down the cloth napkin over her plate, a woman picked her dishes up and scurried away.

"And?" Harry asked.

"And nothing, now let me kill him." MJ stood up and pointed her steak knife at Otto.

"You need him to stop the fusion reactor!" you snapped.

"Why would we need to stop the reactor?" Harry asked, dabbing the corners of his mouth.

"Are you serious right now?" Hiro asked.
"I am being serious, I worked too hard to set this-"

"...You what?" Otto cut Harry off.

"Oh come on Octavius, the fusion reactor was never going to work, I think that you knew that." Harry took a bite of steak "I just had to... Make sure that the inevitable failure was..." he made a motion with his hands that mimicked an explosion, and he did it again to emphasize his point "But I didn't anticipate that you would go all evil and make another one-"

"Harry, what are you saying?" MJ stared at him, a confused look written across her face.

"How did you do it?" Otto asked in a shockingly calm, measured tone.

"I didn't do it, I paid someone else to. Don't worry, they're dead."

"You absolute monster..." you breathed.

"I'm taking what I deserve," he clapped his hands, and in an instant, the dishes were taken away. "And the three of you," he pointed to Otto, Hiro, and you. "Don't deserve it." Harry turned to MJ "You kill the doctor, and I'll kill the other two?"

"...You wanted the fusion reactor to fail?" MJ breathed.
"It wasn't going to work either way, so I just figured that I could use it to my advantage." Harry shrugged and smiled at the shocked expression on everyone's faces. "So, are you going to kill him or what?"

MJ hesitated.

"...MJ?"