Someone had found out Peter Parker was spider-man.
That someone told another someone and so on and so forth until that very precious information made its way to the infamous Doc Ock.
Which is why at 7:30 am on a Tuesday, where Peter Parker was already running late for school, Doctor Otto Octavius showed up in front of him.
“Hello Peter.”
Peter pretended to be terrified, he was dressed as a civilian after all.
Internally he was groaning, he was most definitely going to be late for his 8 am class.
And get detention for it.
Why is it always him?
Peter backed away from the supervillian, subtly looking for a place to dash off to so he could suit up.
“Ah ah Spider-man. No running now.”
That gave Peter pause.
How did Doc Ock know?
“Oh don’t look so surprised boy.”
-With that Peter was grabbed by one of the mechanical tentacles.
He didn’t know what to do.
There were too many bystanders for him to use his super strength.
It would let everyone know he was Spider-Man.
Granted all of them had heard Doc Ock call him Spider-Man.
The moment he decided to say screw it to his secret identity was when another of the tentacles injected something in his neck.
His head was foggy.
What was happen-
He was unconscious in seconds.
When he awoke he was strapped to a medical table in a dingy looking lab.
He had absolutely no idea how long he had been there.
Or even where there was.
All he knew was he had to get out of there and he definitely missed his english test.
Tugging against his restraints, he found his super strength was failing him.
“Oh dear boy, you won’t be able to get free no matter how hard you try.”
Peter turned his head towards the sound of Doc Ock's voice, the mechanical clicking of his tentacles accompanying it.
“What do you want with me?”
“It’s quite simple my dear boy, I simply wish there were more of you.”
“That sounds like a terrible idea for you. Do you like getting punched in the face?”
“Even now when I have you drugged up and strapped to a table you still quip.”
“Of course I do. It’s how I process trauma.”
“That’s extremely unhealthy, you do know that?”
“I’m not taking mental health advice from the man who kidnapped me.”
“I can’t argue with that.”
Doc Ock approached him with a syringe.
“But to answer your earlier question, no I do not enjoy being punched. I wish to make more of you in order to have them under my control. To besmirch the good name of Spider-Man.”
“Hate to break it to you but J. Jonah Jameson has already beaten ya to it.”
“Do you ever shut up?”
“No. I really don’t see a point in it. If I shut up then no one gets to hear my amazing one liners.”
“That will be a flaw I edit out of your clones.”
“You're making clones?! Like Episode 2?! Can my clones at least have good aim?”
“No it is not like Star Wars!”
“Oh so more like Jurassic Park! You're gonna mix my DNA with a frog or something cool?!”
“No! This is a completely new idea that I came up with that is not inspired by your stupid pop culture.”
With that the syringe was plunged in the crook of Peter's elbow, straight into the vein.
As he steadily drew the plunger back, filling the syringe with blood, Doc Ock mumbled, “You really have the perfect veins for this, my dear boy.”