(Discontinued) The Partner Of A Villain

The Fight

(Y/N pov)

(He/They pronouns)

(TW insane amount of profanity)

I sigh, turning the water to a hotter temperature, letting water wash the blood off. Then I hear a knock on the bathroom door. "I found something for you to wear." Otto announced. "Thanks, you can leave it in here on the counter." I responded. The door opens a bit and an actuator comes in, clothing in tow, and places it on the sink counter. "I'll be in the kitchen." Otto says as he closes the door. "Alright, be out in about 5 minutes." I thank Otto as he leaves.

(Time skip to after the shower)

I leave the bathroom, wearing the hoodie and sweatpants Otto gave me. I walk into the semi destroyed kitchen and spot Otto pacing back and forth, "Octavius? Everything good?" I called out, Octavius stopped in his tracks and turned to me. "Everything is alright. I'm just trying to figure out how I'm going to hide the actuators." He answered, one hand running through his hair. "Anyway, how are the clothes I gave you?" He asked, trying to change the topic. "Baggy. Just the way I like it." I responded. "Anyway, maybe you could use a coat that would be long enough to hide the actuators." I add, putting the topic back towards the actuators. They didn't seem to like that one bit.

"I think I have just the thing!" He cheered as if he was in a cartoon and a lightbulb appeared above his head. He walks towards a closet within the living area, opening the doors a tad roughly with two of the actuators. He turns around holding a slightly gray-ish brown coat. "That would be perfect!" I spoke, observing the trench coat. "It was an... anniversary gift from.. Rosie..." He murmured in response. There was an awkward silence as thoughts of her death clouded my mind. I don't want to think about the events that happened yesterday. He pushed his arms through the sleeves as he pulls the coat over his shoulders. He then proceeds to push the actuators underneath the coat and turn to me. "How does it look?" He questioned. "It looks pretty convincing!" I compliment. "It could use something though.." I walk over to the closet and scan the contents. I grab a fedora and a pair of sunglasses, then turn to him and place the hat on his head. "Perfect!" I cheer, handing the shades to him.

Octavius smirked at the comment as an actuator grabbed a backpack from within the closet. "Well then, let's head out." He cleared his throat, "oh and you'll need this." He states as the actuators hands me the backpack. After I put the backpack on, we made our way out the door. Once outside, he begins to walk swiftly, causing me to speed walk in order to keep up. "What's the plan Otto?" I ask as I rest my hands in the hoodie's pocket. "Simply play it casual. We will walk in separately so as to not draw attention. You'll be on the side, near a desk. I'll walk over to the vault and 'examine' it. Once I break the vault door, hide under the desk and I'll pass some of the bags to put inside the backpack while I fill bags of my own." He explains the plan. "And what to do if Spider-Man appears?" I ask, wondering if he thought of what to do. "If that were to happen then follow my lead. Act as a civilian, not my partner." He responded. As we turn the corner I spot the bank.

Octavius stops as I walk into the bank. I manage to slip past the front desk and walk over to a table close to the vault. I look at the entrance, Otto walks in. The feeling of adrenaline kicks in as he walks over to the vault. He pulls down the shade and winks, signaling me to be ready. I scanned the room, quickly noticing that Peter was there. He seemed to be talking to an older woman standing beside him. Suddenly there was a loud bang. I whip my head over to see Octavius ripping the door off of the vault with the actuators, throwing the large door towards the side. 'The plan is in motion, don't fuck this up.' I think to myself. Otto slides two sacks my way, quickly I remove the bag and shove them inside. "Peter, don't leave me!" The lady calls out to Peter as he runs away. "Fucking pussy." I mutter as I shove another sack into the bag.