C389 Tom Vs Doc Ock

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As the news alerts buzzed through the room, Peter's eyes narrowed in recognition. He turned to face the group, his voice laced with urgency. "Guys, listen up! Those villains they're talking about are Green Goblin and Doc Ock. Obviously, their from other universes, like me."

Ned's jaw dropped, his voice barely a whisper. "No way... you know their names?"

Peter nodded. "Yeah, I haven't faced them in my universe since they don't exist, but they existed in the last universe I was in. Green Goblin should be Norman Osborn, a ruthless and highly intelligent adversary. He's got a glider that he rides on and uses bombs as his primary weapons. Be careful, he's a master of manipulation."

MJ raised an eyebrow, her curiosity piqued. "And what about Doc Ock?"

Peter continued his explanation. "Doctor Otto Octavius, also known as Doc Ock, is a brilliant scientist. He uses four mechanical tentacles that he controls with his mind. They're incredibly strong and agile. His fighting style is ruthless, and he won't hesitate to use his tentacles to cause destruction."

Tom's eyes widened, his voice full of determination. "We can't let them hurt anyone else. We need to stop them."

Peter nodded, his voice resolute. "Exactly. We'll have to split up and take them down."

Tom nodded, a determined look on his face. "I'm ready. Let's get out there and put an end to this."

Doctor Strange stepped forward, his expression stern. "While you handle the immediate threat, I'll stay here and try to find a way to send everyone back to their respective universes and fix the damage caused by the spell."

Peter glanced at Doctor Strange, gratitude in his eyes. "Thanks, Doc."

Doctor Strange nodded as he quickly left the undercroft, his focus shifting to the task at hand. "Stay safe, both of you."

Ned, MJ, and May exchanged worried glances, but Peter reassured them. "You guys stay here in the Sanctum. It's safer for now. Though if this was my universe, you could all just tag along. But sadly, you don't have any powers here."

Instantly, their eyes widened in shock. "We have powers in your universe?" Ned asked, a genuinely shocked and awed look on his face.

Peter nodded. "Yeah, I gave you all powers since I didn't want you to get hurt if I wasn't around. May and Ned are super soldiers and my lovely MJ has spider powers as well. She goes by the name Silk." He explains to the stunned crowd.

"How?" Tom asks, knowing that doing something like that would be extremely difficult.

Peter looked over at him and raised an eyebrow. "You know, the majority of Peter Parker's out their are geniuses, right? If one of us is in a universe, it's almost impossible for us to be normal. Are you dumb in this universe?" He asked.

Toms eyes widened. "Uhh, no. I don't think so." He replied, scratching the back of his head awkwardly.

He was always the top of his class. Even if he wasn't trying, Tom could easily reign supreme in his school.

"Good, then you should be able to enhance them later down the line if you want." Peter said with a shrug. "Here's a hint to get you started. Steal from the bad guys. They always have the best toys."

"Are you telling him to become a thief?" May asks in disbelief.

"Yeah, pretty much." Peter confirmed without an ounce of shame. "Think of it like a video game. Loot your enemies as much as you can and you'll have an easier time. You know, when the Kree and Chitauri invaded my planet, we stole as many ships as we could. And now, the Avengers has a huge fleet of advanced space ships that protect the planet. Stealing is just the best, trust me."

"..." No one had any arguments there, though they felt like they should.

"Anyway, we should get going." Peter says as everyone suddenly remembers the two villains.

And after a few goodbyes, Peter opened a portal under his feet and disappeared, whilst Tom watched jealously. "I should ask Strange to teach me magic..." He muttered before running off.

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Tom swung through the city, his web-slinging skills on full display as he searched for Doc Ock. The destruction in the streets below was evident, and the panicked screams of innocent bystanders filled the air. As he neared the epicenter of the chaos, his heart raced with determination.

Finally, he spotted the towering figure of Doc Ock, his mechanical tentacles wreaking havoc all around him. Buildings crumbled under the weight of his powerful strikes, and cars were flung through the air like toys. Tom landed on a nearby rooftop, his eyes fixed on his opponent.

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"Alright, Otto," Tom muttered under his breath, his voice filled with nervous energy. "Let's see what you're made of."

With a surge of adrenaline, Tom leaped off the rooftop, descending upon Doc Ock with a flurry of punches. But his blows were easily deflected by the mechanical arms, which moved with incredible speed and precision. Doc Ock's laughter filled the air as he effortlessly swatted Tom aside, sending him crashing into a nearby wall.

Gasping for breath, Tom quickly regained his footing and sprang back into action. He shot his webs at Doc Ock, hoping to immobilize him, but the villain expertly dodged the sticky strands and retaliated with a powerful swipe from his tentacles. Tom barely managed to evade the attack, narrowly avoiding being impaled.

"You finally decided to show yourself, Peter!" Doc Ock taunted, his voice dripping with contempt. "It's time you paid for what you've done..."

Although he has no idea what his opponent was talking about, Tom was nonetheless undeterred.

He pressed on, his mind racing for a strategy. He knew he couldn't match Doc Ock's strength head-on, but he had to find a weakness. He continued to dodge and weave through the chaos, using his agility and spider-sense to anticipate Doc Ock's every move.

However, with each passing moment, Tom grew wearier. Doc Ock's relentless assault took its toll, leaving him bruised and battered. The realization that he might not be able to stop this threat sank in, but he refused to give up.

Doc Ock lunged forward, his tentacles striking at Tom with blinding speed. Tom managed to dodge a few, but one of the mechanical arms grazed his side, sending him sprawling across the pavement. Pain surged through his body, but he forced himself to stand.

Gritting his teeth, Tom unleashed a series of acrobatic flips and kicks, aiming to disorient Doc Ock and create an opening. Yet, his attacks seemed ineffective against the villain's mechanical fortress. With a swift motion, Doc Ock seized Tom's leg, hoisting him into the air.

Tom struggled, desperately trying to break free, but Doc Ock's grip was unyielding. The world spun around him as he dangled helplessly, his breath coming in ragged gasps. Doc Ock sneered down at him, his victory seemingly assured.

"Just a boy playing dress-up," Doc Ock mocked, tightening his grip. "It's time to put an end to this."

With adrenaline coursing through his veins, Tom refused to let Doc Ock's taunts break his spirit. Summoning every ounce of strength and determination, he twisted his body, contorting in mid-air to free himself from the villain's grip. With a swift kick, he propelled himself away from the mechanical arms, landing nimbly on the ground.

As Doc Ock lunged forward, his tentacles striking out once more, Tom anticipated the attack. He dodged, ducked, and weaved through the onslaught, evading the metallic limbs with remarkable agility. With each movement, he analyzed the pattern of Doc Ock's strikes, searching for a vulnerability.

Spotting a split-second opening, Tom leaped forward, launching himself off a nearby car. He flipped in mid-air, his foot connecting with the side of one of the mechanical arms, sending it spiraling off course. The impact jolted Doc Ock, momentarily throwing him off balance.

Seizing the opportunity, Tom landed gracefully on the ground and darted forward. He delivered a series of lightning-fast punches and kicks, targeting the joints of the mechanical arms. The metallic limbs whirred and clanged as they absorbed the blows, but Tom's relentless assault began to take its toll.

Doc Ock staggered backward, his control over the tentacles wavering. Sensing his opponent's vulnerability, Tom launched himself into the air, somersaulting over Doc Ock's head and landing behind him. He swiftly ensnared the villain's arms with his webs, immobilizing them and leaving Doc Ock defenseless.

"Now, it's time to end this," Tom declared, his voice filled with determination.

As Doc Ock struggled against the webbing, Tom positioned himself strategically. With his enhanced senses, he was able to anticipate the villain's movements, sidestepping each desperate attempt to break free. Time seemed to slow down as Tom analyzed every detail, planning his next move with precision.

As if in a dance, Tom weaved in and out, using his speed and agility to his advantage. He delivered a series of devastating blows, targeting vital pressure points on Doc Ock's body. With each strike, he could feel the villain's resistance weakening, the fight slowly ebbing out of him.

With one final surge of strength, Tom unleashed a powerful punch, sending Doc Ock sprawling to the ground. The mechanical arms fell limp, their threat neutralized. The battle was over.

Breathing heavily, Tom stood over his fallen opponent, triumph and relief washing over him. He had done it. He had defeated Doc Ock.

"Stay... down," Tom warned his unconscious opponent, his voice laced with a joking authority. "You're not going anywhere."

As Tom restrained Doc Ock with webbing, dragging him back to the Sanctum. The chaos around them began to subside, the city slowly recovering from the devastation caused by their clash. The streets fell into an uneasy calm, the bystanders in awe of the young hero who had emerged victorious.

Love him or hate him, they knew that Spider-Man would always do his best to protect the city and its people.

And as he swung away with Doc Ock over his shoulder, a masked man in a similar red and blue spider themed costume watched from atop a nearby building.

Although he was hesitant on whether to show himself, he still followed after Tom from a distance, hoping to figure out what was going on.

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