Tickle stories - Marvel (One Shots)

Doc Oc (Peter x Doctor Octavius)

Peter had faced Doc Oc plenty of times before, but never four nights in a row. He was in the middle of a much-needed nap when the psycho eight-limbed scientist suddenly popped up on the news again, terrorizing the citizens of downtown Queens again, and demanding an audience with Spider-Man-again. This guy would not give him a break. Peter had bested him four times, but four times he had slipped from his and the police's grasp. On top of early school days, mounds of homework, and a slew of new Avengers missions, it was really wearing him down. Peter groaned, threw on his spandex suit, and begrudgingly swung out to the scene, blinking the sleepiness from his eyes.

Doctor Octopus chucked a car down the street, narrowly missing a group of terrified bystanders. His metal arms spit sparks across the pavement with every massive step.

"Bring me Spider-Man!" he cried, laughing maniacally. Spider-Man flipped off a building and on to a streetlamp, stifling a yawn.

"Alright, alright, I'm here, freak show." Doc Oc turned on him, grinning fiendishly. Peter scrubbed a hand over his face. "Seriously man, how many times are we gonna do this? Can't you just go to jail already? Or take a day off? Start a new Netflix series maybe? I've heard Nailed It is stellar. Or, I don't know, do something more constructive with your time besides dragging a very grumpy superhero out of bed every night to whoop your ass for the millionth time this week?"

"Do not fret, arachnid," Octavius assured him, rising high on his mechanical limbs. "This ends tonight."

"Yeah, well, that's what you said yesterday, and the day before that, and the day before that, so don't mind me as I continue to fret most ardent-ah!"

A tentacle swung at him, whooshing beneath his feet as he leapt over it. Spider-Man whipped around the light post and dropped to the ground, landing low to the asphalt. Not even a second later, another arm came flying for his face. He rolled this time, the clawed hand barely nicking his shoulder as it whipped overhead. The sharp sting made him hiss. He sprung on to the side of a building and fired a glob of webbing mid-leap, but it missed the evil doctor by a mile. His movements felt sluggish, uncoordinated. Oh crap. The consequences of three nights without proper sleep were really starting to take their toll-and it was not cheap.

He shook his head, fighting to clear the fog from his brain, but it refused to dissipate. His muscles, too, felt tired and limp. Spider-Man ran along the side of the building and threw himself at Octavius, fist wound back, teeth gritted, only to get knocked sideways and thrown into a wall. His head hit first, sending a jolt rattling through his skull. He slumped to the ground, jarred and dazed, the fog creeping into the edges of his vision. A shadow loomed over him, smiling like the grim reaper coming to claim his soul.

"My, my, Spider-Man. One hit, and you're already out for the count? I expected better from you."

"You...planned this," Peter realized, staggering to his feet. "Drawing me out late every night...never letting me rest." His eyes felt heavy in his head. All he wanted was to sleep. The world was spinning like a carousel. "Y-you...son of a-"

A tentacle whacked him on the temple. Spider-Man was out before he hit the ground.

Light was what finally woke him. Harsh, white, aimed directly in his eyes. He blinked and squinted, groaning in protest, scrunching up his nose and furrowing his brow.

"Took you long enough," a familiar voiced groused. "I was almost worried I had rendered you comatose."

The light moved away. Hesitantly, he opened his eyes, letting himself take in the room. Doc Oc was standing in front of him, looking irritated. Gradually, his brain switched back on, and the situation dawned on him. Oh no. Oh god. He...he had been kidnapped. By Doctor frickin' Octopus. That was red flag number one.