One Shots

Marvel- Father!Doc Ock X Reader- Multiverse

So this was thought of after I saw the No Way Home trailer and now I've written it. I'm so excited for the movie! Also, some swearing at the end.

You walked with your father, Otto Octavius, to the park, he’d promised he’d take you once you’d finished your homework.
“I wrote my essay for school,” you said with a proud smile.
“I know, well done,” he said as you walked along the road to the park.
“Yeah,” you said, nodding. “Can I read it to you?”
“Oh, but you don’t have it on you,” he said with a chuckle. He looked down at you. “Do you?”

With a grin, you pulled the piece of paper from your pocket and waved it.
“Oh, okay,” he said, nodding. “How about we find somewhere to sit and you read it to me?” You nodded eagerly, holding onto the paper tightly as you walked.

You sat on a bench under a huge tree in the park next to your father. He smiled as you unfolded the piece of paper and held it in front of you.
“It’s meant to be about our role models,” you said. “I picked you.”
“You did? Not your mother?”
“Well, of course Mommy’s a role model too, but we had to write about one that had something to do with what you want to be when we’re older.”
“And you want to be like me?”
“Yes, can I read it?” He nodded and you cleared your throat like you’d seen everyone else do before they said something really long and important.

“The role model I picked is my father,” you started with a smile. You looked to check he was listening. He was. “I picked him because he is a clever scientist who wants to save the planet with his experiments. He hasn’t done it yet but once he has, he’ll make the world better by not using petrol because his fuel won’t run out like petrol. There’ll be homes and cars that use it instead of petrol and when I’m older, I’ll help him with all of his experiments and we can save the animals and the trees and everyone else too.”

You folded the paper up and looked at your father. He just smiled and pulled you into a hug.
“I love you, (Y/n), no matter what happens, just remember that I love you.”
“I love you too Dad,” you giggled, hugging him back.

~~~

You didn’t know where you were. One minute there you were, walking to the lab and then… And then there was a strange explosion. And now you stood in front of a stranger in a weird looking house.

“Who are you?” you asked, looking at the man with the red cloak.
“Dr. Stephen Strange,” he replied. “And you are?”
“(Y/n) Octavius.” Dr. Strange gave you a strange look. “What?”
“You’re Dr Octavius’…”
“Child?” you offered. Surely it wasn’t that hard to figure out? Your name had been plastered all over the news since your dad’s experiments had gone horribly wrong. Dr. Strange shook his head.

“Right, I think you may be in a situation here.”
“Tell me about it,” you muttered.
“A spell involving Spider-man went horribly wrong and had brought people from different timelines to this one.”
“What?” you asked, furrowing your brow. Your father had mentioned the multiverse theory in passing and you suddenly wished he’d talked more about it. But if multiple people were brought here… “Who else is here?”

Dr Strange looked at you and then sighed.
“We don’t have a full list, but… your father, or a version of him, is here,” he said. “Nor-”
“Where is he?”
“We don’t know his exact location but-”
“Where is he?” he interrupted again. Was it so hard to give you an answer.
“What will you do if you go and find him?” Strange asked and you frowned. What was he expecting you to do? “He’s my father, I’ll figure it out when I get there.”

He’d been so focused on creating the limbs for fusion, he’d never realised how useful they could be for everything else. Not only for production lines, but as robotic prosthetics. But it was impossible to replicate from the notes, he’d never written everything down, or some of it had gotten lost.

In your world, he had died. Your ideas to help people had been frowned upon because of the AI controlling your father’s brain and you couldn’t figure out how to get the prosthetics to work seamlessly without it.

But, if he was here, in this world, you could solve the problems together. You’d get at least one of your parents back, and you’d long forgiven him.

“We think he’s in an old storage place at the harbour.”
“That doesn’t narrow it down,” you said. That could be anywhere by the harbour, and no doubt there’d be a lot of old storage places. Except there was one place that you had decided would make a brilliant lab, but you could never afford it after your parents had died. Your aunt had always said that you were too much like your father. Even down to lab locations. “Never mind, I think I know where he is.”

You took off sprinting, trying to find a taxi that would take you to Brooklyn. When one finally stopped to pick you up, you gave him the directions while literally sitting on the edge of your seat. You barely had the money to pay the driver but gave him the money and didn’t wait for change and you headed into the old place. It had an old ‘for sale’ notice on the front, but clearly no one had brought it.

Walking around, you were careful to be quiet enough that you wouldn’t give yourself away. Hearing a whirring noise, you headed down past some offices and storerooms to see your father in the open and empty warehouse. The robotic arms fused to him whirred as they built something, you couldn’t quite see what.

“Dad?”

He turned and he looked almost like he did all those years ago.
“(Y/n)?” he asked as he walked toward you. You nodded. “You’re older.”
“You look a little different too,” you said, nervously laughing. “You died, Spider-man said that you died years ago.”
“Well, now I’m here.”
“It’s the multiverse,” you said. “You said about it before but I didn’t understand then, I still don’t know, but I think something’s gone wrong.”
“It can’t be that wrong,” he said. The arms fused to his back twisted and turned and snapped at the arm. “I get to see you again.”

You hugged him, it was weird being hugged by both him and the robotic arms but you were just happy to hug your father after so long.
“I’m so glad you’re alive,” you whispered. “I’ve missed you so much.”

“I hate to interrupt whatever this is…” came a voice. “But this really needs to be sorted before-” Then there was a claw pulling you into the air by your neck. You spotted the source of the voice, Spider-man. He narrowly avoided having a claw to his neck.
“Before what, Peter?”
“Dad!” you shouted, clawing at the arm choking you. “What are you doing?”
“How do you-” Spider-man struggled to avoid the two claws snapping at him. He didn’t even sound like Spider-man, not the Spider-man you knew. “I’m not the Peter Parker you know! I’m this world’s Peter Parker, not your world’s!”

“He said you managed to be stronger than them once, you have to do it again!” You shouted louder but he wasn’t listening, and you weren’t even sure if it was him any more. Spider-man was still dodging out of the way.
“We were meant to do so much together, I wanted to be like you, Dad!”

The claw let go and you fell to your knees, clutching your neck. Your father looked shocked and furious at the same time.
“They will listen to me,” he muttered to himself as he walked towards you. “I'm so sorry, (Y/n).”
“Dr. Octavius!” That sounded more like the Spider-man you knew.
Both you and your father looked up and spoke at the same time. Another Spider-man? “What?”
Your father looked at you, his eyebrows raised. “What?”
“I did say I wanted to be like you,” you said, laughing a little. “I got a doctorate in physical science Two Dr. Octavius’ and two Spider-mans. Spider-men?

“I was going to… to say that something weird has happened.”
“I think we’re beyond weird,” said the other Spider-man. You looked at the two different versions of Spider-man and figured you were better off sitting down. Then you looked at your father, who had robotic arms he couldn’t quite control and was meant to have drowned years ago.

“No, I can sum it up,” you said. “What the fuck?”