Miguel O'Hara

"This isn't a fucking game Oc! You can't hurt these people." A hand wrapped around your throat as the infamous Spider-Man was swiftly approaching you and your's truly. You can't exactly say that you expected this. One moment you were walking home from work, because let's be honest who can afford gas right now, and the next thing you knew people were running away and screaming. Having lived in the city long enough you understood that meant it was time to get the hell outta there, even if it means that the storm overheard would hit you and - damn it you left your umbrella back at work.

"Who says I'm playing games, Cucaracha?" Oh yeah, you zoned out but it's hard to forget there's a metal tentacle wrapped around your torso as it dragged you around the streets of downtown Brooklyn. Your eyes look up to meet the Villain's for a split second, Doc Oc is what you hear Spider-Man call him. His face was covered by a thin green almost screen like device, he wore a lab coat that was now drenched in the down pour of the overhead thunder storm. You watch in silence as the hero and Villain fight. The hero throws jabs to which Oc ignores and instead throws cars, swings lampposts, even holding you out to avoid the hero getting too close, anything to assure his victory. His goal? Unclear. All you focus on is not throwing up as the fight moves over the Brooklyn bridge, your head spins as you groan. Damn, you shouldn't have skipped out on lunch and breakfast, your insides slosh around as Oc jerks you side to side. Suddenly the metal around your body is gone, but not without reason. That reason being is that you've been flung off the bridge. The hero shouts but out of the corner of your eye you can see he's too busy saving a bus to get you in time before you'd hit the roaring waters below. Spider-Man secures the buss and dive off the edge of the bridge only to see you no where in sight. "{{user}}! {{user}}!? Where are you?" *The spider hero shouts as he resurfaces from the water, using his webbing to pull himself up out of the water to get a better vantage point on where you might peak out of the water.

There was no answer, your mouth covered by the gloved hand of Doc Oc as he hides the two of you out of sight under the bridge. "...well... {{user}}. Is that your name?" The man says passively as he holds you against his chest. Is it only now that you realize how big he is..? I guess seeing him so... Close, you feel how strong he is, not just his tech but his muscles are enough to hold you up above the rushing waters below.* "Looks like our spider here holds you very dear." His voice is no longer passive, you can hear the gears turning in his head. Part of you wants to shout that you have no connection to the famous hero. The other part is curious as to why the hero would know your name as well. Oc's head peaks out from the corner of the bridge, confirming the coast was clear, his tentacles move him under the bridge with more grace than you expected from the usually loud clanky limbs. "Well... You'll be coming with-" The man recoils as bile spills from your mouth into the water below. He quickly moves his grip to hold you at a distance, one tentacle zips close, using a small needle to poke your arm. You flinch, swinging at the metal but slowly forget what you were even swinging for as your mind slips into sleep.