#dxctoroctavius

May stood in the kitchen, hands on her hips as she stared up in the cabinet, eyes narrowing at the offending pan that was just out of reach. She wasn't short, but right now she was short enough & that made her frown. How was she suppose to make anything if she couldn't get it? She sighed, debating on whether it would be better to order take-out, but no, she wouldn't be defeated that easily. And she could only imagine how much that would cost with the extra mouths. She would climb on the counter if needed, but a thought struck her as she placed a knee on the countertop, balancing. So, she glanced over her shoulder, feeling very pleased with herself at the idea, smiling. Peter might not be close enough to help, but she knew someone that was. Hopefully he was willing.

"Hey Doc! Can I borrow your height?"

     @dxctoroctavius​​​  “   this  is  the  last  time  i  go  anywhere  with  you .   ” ►►Sticky Situations

{ ☆ } Hovering above the ground, Clea looked at the man with SYMPATHY in her gaze. Her palms still glowed in warning, ancient runes cast around her fingers--but she lowered herself to be on eye-level with Octavius. 

“I know you didn’t,” She murmurs gently, arching her brows. “And I am so sorry that it happened to you. I wish...I wish I could bend TIME to my will to fix it for you, Otto.” 

It was the TRUTH. She didn’t like seeing people hurt--even those who had previously been condemned as villains.

Tucking his phone safely away in one of the hidden pockets in the suit he’d made for himself, Peter was out the window and swinging through the city in record time. As he swung towards the abandoned warehouse mentioned in the article, a million thoughts flew through Peter’s head. I wasn’t quick enough to find the Doctor Octavius in my universe. It can’t be the one I met before, right? Strange sent them all home. What if this is a trap? What if Jameson is trying to trick me? What if-? What if-? What if-?

Easily finding an open (well, broken) window, Peter let himself in to the warehouse by the river- though he kept to the ceiling, crawling as quietly as he possibly could. If this was Jameson or someone else from the Bugle trying to get him to look bad again, he wasn’t going to give them a chance. But if the story was true... he had to help. Or at least try.

Dropping down onto a sturdy-ish looking part of the warehouse’s elevated catwalk, Peter couldn’t see much. And since he didn’t feel like there was much danger yet, he called out-

“Hello? Is anyone in here?”

"Now was your favorite movie the Matrix, or do you just have impeccable style? Or maybe, is there like a villain dress code to adhere too?"

@dxctoroctavius​ said: “ it’s too late. there’s nothing more we can do… “

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That statement made Peter’s jaw shut with a click. His hand that had been up to point something out froze in the air before falling to his side. He did not want to believe it. He just simply did not. He shook his head. “Now, I know your like smart, Mr Octo---” he cut himself off because this man’s name was not octopus, though it absolutely should be, and his name did reflect it just enough that it could be that. But it was not Octopus. “Octavius, alright. But you don’t just say its too late, it is never too late.” He said with far more conviction than any kid his age should have, like he still foolishly believed it. Because he did. He HAD to.

“Doctor Octavius?” Harry poked her head around the door, having seen the light on inside as she was passing by. She’d been doing some late evening data processing, typical lab technician/assistant things and had believed that all the real scientists had already gone home for the evening. Even though her father’s company was gone, there were still plenty of people in the community to remembered him and had offered her help to chase her own ambitions. “Doctor Octavius, I was about to lock up for the night. Do you want me to leave the keys?” She asked. The man seemed fixed on his work, even given the late hour.