Squipped
He untied the ropes around them as quickly as possible, and shoved them forward.
“Go, run!”
MJ didn’t think to hesitate, scurrying out of the alley with just a backwards glance. Ned, however, hesitated, staring back at Peter.
“Ned, I’ve got this! Go!”
After seconds that seemed like years, Ned followed after MJ.
Peter turned back to face where he’d left Ock moments ago, but his spidey sense flared just a moment to late for the stabbing pain of a mechanical claw to catch his neck. For a moment, the world revolved around him as he fell, and then- darkness.
Peter awoke in a small dark room, limbs bound to a chair.
“Good morning, Mr. Parker,” Doc Ock’s voice grated against Peter’s ears, “you’re just in time.”
Peter could feel some device resting around his head. His heart jumped painfully in his chest.
Octavius made a show of placing a crownlike device on his own head, tucking some wires behind his ear. “Oh you’re going to like this, Peter Parker,” he said as he held up a large syringe filled with amber liquid.
“This is a brutal poison. It would kill you slowly and painfully, shutting down the function of your organs until your brain forgets how to breathe.”
He lifted the poison to Peter’s face, daring him to get a good look. He drew it closer, and closer, and then-
He turned it around and injected it into his own arm.
“What?”
Oops. Peter hadn’t meant to say that out loud. Ock answered him anyway.
“Oh don’t worry, Parker, this will hurt me more than it hurts you.” He pushed a button on the device dangling on Peter’s head, and then one on his own.
Peter screamed.
Peter Parker had never felt pain like this in his life. It felt like his world was on fire. It felt like his brain was being scrubbed with a Brillo pad and soaked in Clorox. Or his head was split open and spilling out onto the floor.
It felt like he was being torn from his body.
For a moment, the pain subsided, and was replaced with a new one. His whole self felt different, but he could feel his body again. He fell to the ground.
Hey, wait. He shouldn’t have been able to fall to the ground-
The thought was interrupted as his body spasmed, only his body was different, stockier and older, and- oh no.
He looked up to see himself, or rather Peter Parker’s body, still tied to the chair, watching him with a smile.
His vision went black.