(I've been thinking about this storyline a lot recently, so guess what it's back ✌🏻)
(It a continuation of the One Last Breath chapters but I change the time line so they're not married and don't have kids yet, so oops but oh well)

"I've come to say goodbye to my old life. A life waisted on villainy and failed schemes. A man whose sole victory was cheating death, by switching places with his greatest enemy. Farewell Otto Octavius. From now on, my names Peter Parker." Otto sighs, standing over "his" grave.

—

Otto was working in Peter's, or his, current place of work at Horizon Labs working on something that he believed would be a game changer for this wretched company. "The worst thing about being in this body is that from now on all my future endeavors, my great works, shall all be credited to 'Peter Parker'. not Otto Octavius! Oh, the inequality of it all! That Parker's legacy shall reap the rewards while I- No! I am Peter Parker. That's how this works. I-I must accept that his victories are now mine. Because I am Peter fucking Parker!" Otto speaks out loud to himself, his speech echoing off the walls of the empty lab.

His phone buzzed in his pocket and released a loud groan before angrily answering. "What is it?!"

"Woah, there Pete. You okay?" A familiar voice rings out from the phone.

"Rachael?" Otto sighs.

"This a bad time?" She asks, sounding a bit far away from the phone, perhaps doing something else while she spoke.

"I-I was in the middle of something." Otto says, stopping what he was doing for a moment.

"Not a life or death thing? 'Cause I can always call back later." Rachael says.

"No." Otto responds, switching the phone to his other ear.

"Good. I'm just checking in to make sure we're still on for dinner tonight?" Rachael asks.

"Absolutely 'kid'! It's a date." Otto smirks, grinning a bit sinisterly.

—

Otto was sitting across from Rachael at a table in a mildly fancy restaurant having dinner and talking... well she was talking and he was tuning her out.

"I am Peter Parker and that's not such a bad thing after all. Super powers. Youth. Vigor. Decently paying job. High tech lab. And then there's this lovely creature. Yes. Peter Parker's life will suit me just fine. And the best part about it? The view." Otto thinks to himself while he loses himself in thought as he stared at her breast.

"Peter? Are you even listening to me?" Rachael sighs, leaning back in her chair, blowing a piece of hair from her face annoyed.

"Sorry, I was distracted." Otto says, snapping out of his daze. "I was thinking about a Spider-Man related occurrence."

"Oh, anything urgent or life scaring?" Rachael asks, picking up her glass and taking a sip of champagne.

"No. Nothing like that. Earlier today I scratched one of the Sinister Six and injected them with eighty nano-spider trackers. Each ones outfitted with Microscopic gps and audio transmitters. I know their current location and the plans for their next assault." Otto says, picking up the bottle of champagne resting in a basket on the table.

"B-But if you know where they are... why... why don't you go after them?" Rachael asks, concerned and a bit confused.

"Because this gives me a tactical advantage. Trust me. I know exactly what I'm doing." Otto says, talking down to her almost as if he was speaking to a child. All the while he poured a generous amount of champagne in his glass.

Rachael mouth almost fell open as she watched him. "And on top of everything you're going to drink? Alcohol?"

"Why not? The night's still young. Now please dearest you were telling me about your day." Otto says, taking a long drink from his glass.

"I-Uh-I need to use the little girl's room I'll be right back..." Rachael says, casually grabbing her purse and heading to the restroom waiting until she was out of his sight before sprinting inside. She quickly pulled her phone out of her bag and started to shakily dial a number. "Johnny? Somethings wrong Peter just drank alcohol..."

Something Ock wasn't aware of and probably would have ignored even if he did was that Peter Parker has never even touch a drip of alcohol in his entire life. Out of all the red flags he could have flown that one was definitely the worst.

—

When Otto returned to Peter and Rachael's shared apartment it was almost five in the morning, heroing always lasted longer than you'd want it to. He'd almost killed someone tonight, but something stopped him and he had no idea why. But someone did. Peter Parker did. The real one. When Otto stepped foot into the living room that night and turned on the light he found himself seeing a slightly ghost like Peter Parker sitting on the couch waiting for him.

"Hey, asshole! Didn't think you could get rid of me that easily?" Peter says.

"This is impossible!" Otto gasps, observing what seemed to be a hallucination. "This must be the work of residual life or your memories... Yes! It must be I'm not seeing you as myself so your memories have taken on a life or their own."

"Seems that way. But if I'm able to do this nothing is going to stop me from getting my body back Otto!" Peter growls.

"Ugh, am I always going to have to listen to your incessant blabbering?" Otto sighs, already annoyed.

"The survey says... yes." Peter nods.

"Then I'll just ignore your insolence. I'm retiring to bed now, this body may be young, but unfortunately resting is still a necessity." Ock yawns, walking towards the bed room.

"You know it's sick to sleep beside someone else's girlfriend." Peter says, walking beside him.

"Well, it would seem the lady is my girlfriend now." Otto shrugs. "Now be quiet she's resting."