One Last Breath pt. 3

(Ock is so creepy I swear to God he's gonna give me nightmares.)

"Hmm." Rachael sighs, from her position tucked up beside him on the living room couch.

"What?" Ock, who was still pretending to be Peter, asks.

"My favorite musical, candy, wine and no one around to interrupt?" Rachael asks knowing something was up, they hadn't had a night like this in a couple weeks since his newest case appeared.

"What can I say, kid? I know what you like." Ock says, letting his hands slip down a bit farther than the grip he had on her waist. His current and continuous goal for his new life was to touch and discover every part of "his" new girlfriend's body, and well every females body for that matter. He hadn't been able to have sex in quite a while and that was currently all he wanted to do, whether he had proper consent or not. Proper consent being everyone he plans on sleeping with knowing who they were actually sleeping with, which he was never going to do.

"Yes, I do know what you like because Peter Parker knew. And I have access to all his memories. His amazing powers. His disgusting offspring. This young virile body. And soon I will have something he hasn't had in a long time." Ock thinks bringing a smirk to his face.

"So are we really doing this. You? Me? Us? You actually sticking around for longer than five minutes?" Rachael asks, sitting up slightly placing her hands on his chest.

"Yes." Ock replies trying to get right to the point, so he could get what he wanted. He slipped his hands over her ass, pulling her closer prompting her to start working on undoing the buttons at the center of his shirt.

"Excellent. Another victory for the master planner." Ock thought to himself quite enjoying this new body so far.

"Say it." Ock asks, slipping his hands underneath her skirt waist band, his hands lowering even further. He really did need to thank, Parker, for somehow managing to score such a hot girl.

"Say what?" Rachael asks, already knowing what it was, but was just trying to tease.

"The thing you say. For old times." Ock replies, wishing she'd just hurry up already.

"Spider I-Oh..." Rachael says pulling his shirt open to find the spider-suit underneath. She sighed deeply stopping all of her actions. The vigilante persona has really only become a worrisome burden for her at this point and a turn off for sure. It took her a second to snap back into reality and realize she'd always be second priority to it. Even when she thought she was the first.

"Why are you stopping? What is it?" Ock asks growing angry, removing his hands from her mid section.

"You're Spider-Man." Rachael sighs.

"Of course he-I'm Spider-Man! You've know this for years! How is this getting in the way? Explain!" Ock yells angrily, loud enough to have woken up at least one of the girls.

" 'Explain'? Peter? What's come over you?" Rachael asks moving away from him a bit frightened.

An alarm from Peter's laptop started to go off, and Ock shot up angrily to go and check it.

"Hey! Where are you going? Aren't we going to talk about thi-" Rachael asks concerned, watching him walk to the kitchen table from the couch.

"Not now, woman! This is important!" Ock scoffs, blowing her off completely as he waves her away. "I set that alert to sound the second there was any news about Otto Octavius." Ock says starting to type away on the laptop.

Rachael got up and moved towards him reading the screen as she approached. "Doc Ock?"

"Yes. I wanted to know the moment he di- No!" Ock huffs slamming his hands now on the table the laptop was rested on.

"You're scaring me. What is it?" Rachael asks hesitantly setting her hand on his shoulder as a supportive gesture.

"Impossible! He's crippled. Dying. How on Earth did he manage it?" Ock sighs.

"Spider, this is bad. He's out there. Desperate. Hours to live. Who knows what he might do?" Rachael sighs, concerned. "Don't worry. I understand. You have to go."

"You're right." Ock nods getting up quickly, completely forgetting about his initial plans for the night.

—

Ock flew through the airport heading to the ticket desk. He was first in line cutting right to the chase. If he got out of the city and up in the air Peter would never be able to get to him before the body he was trapped in would inevitably fail him. So that's exactly what Ock was going to do.

"One ticket to Belgium." Ock says in a rush. "Round trip."

"When will you be returning?" The woman at the desk asks.

"Tomorrow." Ock answers tapping his foot impatiently.

"Tomorrow sir? You'll spend most of your time in the air." She explains.

"Yes. About fifteen hours. For some people that's a life time." Ock says, completely done and annoyed with everyone.

—

Ock was standing in line to begin boarding his plane as the TVs in the area around them changed to an press conference with the New York mayor about the topic of Doctor Octopus's escape.

"Given that Doctor Octopus is expected to die soon are the police putting in serious effort to recapture him?" A news reporter asks.

"Of all of the questions-I don't care whether he's got six seconds to live! When it comes to a crazy crackpot like Ock! I'll throw everything I've got at him. Mark my words that madman will breath his last breath behind bars!" The Mayor declares.

"But Mr. Mayor what chance will the police have against a criminal mastermind like-" Another reporter begins.

"Like what?! Otto Octavius! That man's a blueberry bespectacled buffoon! Name one thing he's actually accomplished. One 'master plan' that impotent imbecile's ever pulled off. I know it! You know it! Everyone knows it! His entire time on earth, Otto's been one thing: a loser." The Mayor declares.

Everyone around him boarded the flight as he stood there as the last one standing in the small waiting area debating his current plan. The news cast had remotivated him and possibly even supplied him with a better idea.

"Air Belgium flight 168 to Brussels. Final boarding." The flight attendant calls. "Sir, final boarding?"

"I'm thinking." Ock replies, not moving. His original plan was a pretty affective one, but on second thought maybe there was something even better he could do.