A/N I just came up with this idea of how Bianca from Pokemon Heroes was going to be kidnapped by Doc Ock if she was Mary Jane and Brendan as Peter/Spider-Man in Spider-Man 2. This takes place in the animation of New York.
Disclaimer: I don't own Pokemon or Spider-Man 2. These characters belong to its rightful owners.
Bianca's POV
After some thinking at home, I decided call Brendan and leave him a voice message. I went to my room, changed my clothes to a pink butterfly dress, put my bras on, a bracelet on my right wrist, put a flower on the left side of my brown hair, put my high heels on that exposes my toe nails, sprayed some fresh perfume on my butterfly dress and left the apartment. I tucked my brown hair behind my ear as I was walking down the streets with my high heels tapping on the sidewalk and walked into the cafe restaurant since it was a nice and beautiful day outside and the sun was tanning my skin and my hair. I was sitting down on a chair in a cafe restaurant somewhere in New York City. I was wearing a pretty pink butterfly dress that exposes my shoulders with a flower beside my brown hair, a bracelet on my right wrist, and high heels, showing my painted pink and purple toenails and I also painted my fingernails with pink and purple and I never had time to put my makeup on. I was also looking more beautiful when I'm wearing my butterfly dress. I was currently waiting up on Brendan, who I called to meet me at the cafe restaurant and have a talk and I also want to impress him with my butterfly dress and the flower on my hair and of course my painted pink and purple fingernails and my pink and purple toenails. I quickly fixed and tucked my brown hair behind my ear. I put my right leg over my left leg. And I bit my lips nervously. I was so nervous that I didn't know what to say to him. He finally shows up and sits down on a chair across from me. He was wearing a nice dressed t-shirt, dressed jeans, running shoes, and had his hair flat. "Hey, there, Bianca," he greeted as he sat down. "Hey, Brendan," I greeted back in a polite way. "Thanks for coming," I also said as I tucked my brown hair behind my ear. "No problem. So, what do you want to talk about?" asked Brendan. "Well, I had thought about our conversation that we had during the previous night after my play," I said in a better way. "Okay, then," he said. "This is really awkward," I said nervously as I scratched my brown hair trying not to let my flower fall off and straighten my butterfly dress. It wasn't very long until the flower fell off my hair onto the floor. I quickly picked it up and put back on my brown hair. "I have to ask you something and it's kind of personal actually." "Sure, what's the question, Bianca?" said Brendan in his calm voice. "Well, do you still love me or not?" I asked him. "I..." he started nervously. "I don't love you." "Oh... I see," I said in my utter disgust voice. Then I reached to both my hands from the table and it grasped onto his hands. "Kiss me, then," I said. "What?" asked Brendan. "Kiss me and I really want to know if you don't love me and prove it to me." We both then started leaning in for the kiss. As I leaned in closer, Brendan suddenly leaped out of his seat, grabbed and held onto me as I screamed. I kept both of my feet together as my arms were around Brendan's.
Brendan's POV
Bianca called me and said she wanted to meet me at a cafe restaurant somewhere across town and she wanted to talk to me about something important. I quickly changed my original clothes into a nice dressed t-shirt, dressed jeans, running shoes, and I put on a hair gel to keep my hair flat. I left my apartment and walked to the cafe restaurant. I walked inside and I see Bianca sitting and waiting for me. She was wearing a pretty butterfly dress that exposes her shoulders, a flower on her brown hair, a bracelet on her right wrist, and high heels that shows her pink and purple painted toenails. I sat down on a chair across from her and I could smell and inhale her fresh perfume that she sprayed on her pink butterfly dress before she came. I greeted her and she greeted me back. We start an awkward conversation and she asked me if I still love her or not. I said no and she grasps my hands with her hands. She said she wants to kiss me to prove to her if I don't love her. Before I could start kissing Bianca, my senses started tinkling, I felt like the time has stopped, before she can kiss me, I sensed a car that was about to break through the window behind me, I leaped out from my seat, pushed Bianca, and held her as she screamed. The car then breaks through the window as both of us fell to the ground and the car almost hit us. Then, I got up and offered Bianca a hand and I held onto her bracelet on her right wrist pulled her back up to her feet. Both of us get up and she wipes off the shattered glass that was on her butterfly dress. We see the car and we turned around. A loud thud was heard somewhere in the distance. The thud then got louder and people started running for their lives, screaming and shouting all of a sudden. "What's happening?" asked Bianca as she puts both of her hands to her side of her pink butterfly dress and her wrists were shaking with fear. I could tell that she was getting more scared than ever before and I didn't answer. All of a sudden, a man with four mechanical arms barged into the cafe. "Brendan. And the girlfriend," said Doc Ock. "What do you want?" I asked. Doc Ock used one of his mechanical arms and grabbed me by neck and I tried to resist, Bianca then tried to help me resist and I was pulled to him, much to Bianca's shock. "I want you to find your friend Spider-Man. And tell him to meet at the west side of the clock tower at 3:00," said Doc Ock. "I don't know where he is," I said. Doc Ock had one of his claws take off his sunglasses. "Find him," he said. Doc Ock then draws his attention to Bianca as the mechanical arms surround her as she gasps, preventing her from making any escape routes she's thinking about. "Or I'll peel the flesh off her bones," he said. "If you lay one finger on her..." I threatened. "You'll do what?" asked Doc Ock in his taunting voice. He threw me to the wall as Bianca gasped and she watched the debris fall and collapsed on me. "Brendan!" shrieked Bianca in fear. Even though I was buried underneath the debris, all of a sudden, I heard a loud clank and Bianca started screaming.
Bianca's POV
We heard a loud thud somewhere in the distance. I quickly wiped the shattered glass off my dress. I placed both my hands on both sides of my pink butterfly dress. Until, the thud gets louder and all of a sudden, people were running for their lives, screaming, and shouting. "What's happening?" I asked Brendan as I get more scared than before and he does not answer my question. Then, a man with four mechanical arms barged into the cafe and everyone continued to run in panic and I stood behind Brendan, more terrified than ever before. I wanted to grab onto his right arm but both of my wrists were shaking with fear. "Brendan," said Doctor Octopus aka Doc Ock, who was the new bad guy in town. "And the girlfriend." "What do you want?" asked Brendan as I stood behind him. Doc Ock then used one of his mechanical arms and had grabbed Brendan by his neck, almost causing him to choke and I gasped. Brendan then tried to resist, I tried to help him resist, but he was then pulled to him. I watched as Brendan talks to Doc Ock. I was thinking of different ways to escape. "I want you to find your friend Spider-Man," said Doc Ock to Brendan. "And tell him to meet me at the west side of the clock tower at 3:00." "But I don't know where he is," said Brendan. Then, Doc Ock had one of the claws take off his sunglasses. "Find him," he said to Brendan. He then looks at me and I see two mechanical arms were surrounding me, preventing me from any escape routes I would try to take and trying not to get involved causing me to gasp. "Or I'll peel the flesh off her bones," said Doc Ock. "If you lay one finger on her..." Brendan threatened. "You'll do what?" Doc Ock said in his taunting voice. He then throws Brendan onto a wall and I watched as the debris fall and collapsed on him. "Brendan!" I shrieked in fear. Then, Doc Ock puts his sunglasses back on and then looks at me. He gives an evil smile until one of the mechanical arms was wrapped around my waist and held on tight to me. I screamed as the mechanical arm held on tight to my dress. It scoops me up until my high heels were not touching the ground anymore. The other three mechanical arms carries both of us out of the cafe as the fourth mechanical arm held my waist tight and everybody continued to panic as the mechanical arm pulls me closer to Doc Ock and I was tilted on my left side and my hands were still on the mechanical arm and I was screaming. "Let me go! Brendan! Help me!" I screamed. I continued screaming out for help until I was gone.
Brendan's POV
I heard Bianca's screams, as I felt my powers return, then I use my recovered strength to push the fallen debris away from me. I then ran outside and Bianca was nowhere to be seen or found and her screams were long gone. 'Where did he take her?' I thought. I then decide to get my costume back and I was going to confront Doc Ock and get and rescue Bianca back. I went back to Daily Bugle and snatched my costume back fast until I heard my boss shouting. 'Sorry, boss,' I thought. 'I have to do what I do best. I have to take this costume back so I could rescue Bianca from Doc Ock.'
Doc Ock's POV
I barged in the cafe restaurant and I greeted Brendan and the brown haired girlfriend of his and she was wearing a butterfly dress that exposes her shoulders. I then told Brendan to find Spider-Man and tell him to meet me at the West side of the clock tower at 3:00 pm. But, he tells me he doesn't know where Spider-Man is. One of the claws takes off my sunglasses, I told Brendan to find Spider-Man, I turned my attention to his brown haired girlfriend as my mechanical arms surround her. I told Brendan if he doesn't find Spider-Man, I will peel a flesh off his brown haired girlfriend's bones. He then threatened me but I retaliated by taunting him. I then threw him at the wall as the debris falls on him. "Brendan!" she shrieks in fear. I then put my sunglasses back on, turned my attention to Brendan's brown haired girlfriend, she looks at me, I gave my evil grin, one of my mechanical arms was wrapped around her waist tightly, she screams as it scooped her up until her high heels were no longer touching the ground, as my other three mechanical arms carried both of us out of the cafe, and I take her to the abandoned pier as she continued screaming out for help. "Let me go! Brendan! Help me!" screamed Brendan's brown haired girlfriend. Her screams were really starting to get annoying now. After a couple of hours, we arrived at the pier, I took her inside, I could tell that she had never felt glad that she had her feet on the ground, it wasn't very long until she felt her nose was assaulted by the aroma of rotting wood and water, and it only took a few minutes for her eyes to adjust to the dim light. I can hear her thoughts and she said, 'Oh, the warehouse smells so awful and disgusting." And she pinched her nose to keep the stench away. The camera on one of my mechanical arms focused on the flower on her brown hair starting to rot and it was about to fall off her hair. One of my mechanical arms, which was holding her waist, placed her in front of the rusted pipe, and my second mechanical arm reaches for the chains across the room. The mechanical arm then puts the chains around her ankles. "Is this thing going to let go of me?" she asked and she had not meant to speak as the metal chains were securing around her ankles. I regarded Brendan's brown haired girlfriend from behind of my black sunglasses. "Patience," I said. Then, something in the middle of the room caught her attention and her right eye. There were four curved towers that made a ring on a platform over the water. I quickly noticed where she was looking. "That is my dream. A new energy source that will benefit mankind," I explained to her. "I thought it failed the first time. Why try again?" she asked and she realized too late that this may not have been the best choice of words. "It failed because of Spider-Man!" I growled angrily. "But he won't interfere this time." She was surprised to see a tentacle nodded in agreement. The mechanical arm, which was wrapped around her waist, finally lets go of her waist after her ankles were chained and secured, the second mechanical arm then puts the chains over her left shoulder and her waist, she kept both of her fists clenched to both her sides I smirked believing that she would show her useless defiance and both of my mechanical arms forces both of her hands above her head, bend her arms up to her elbows, showing her armpits, and chains both of her wrists together until the chains were attached to the another side of the room. I prepared to leave. "He's going to stop you," said Brendan's brown haired girlfriend. "Oh really? Is that so?" I asked. "You think he's not a threat but you're wrong," she answered as she gets angry a lot more. She froze as the tentacles halted and in an instant, I was right in front of her and she gulped. "Maybe I should've just kept my mouth shut," she thought. I leaned in close to her face, while a tentacle took off my sunglasses revealing tired, bloodshot eyes that had a deadly expression. "I am never wrong." My voice terrified her, not to mention the breach of personal space. Brendan's brown haired girlfriend shrank back against the rusted pipe as much as possible as the chains banged together loudly. Even amidst the stench of the warehouse, I could her smell particular scent. It was not as exotic as Rosie's, but it was still appealing. I was tempted to ignore my meeting with Spider-Man altogether. I leaned in closer, my lips were touching her ear as I whispered, "Spider-Man is nothing." She could not help but notice that I smelled of metal, oil, and cigar fumes. A realization came to her that despite the fact that a man like me terrified her, but she had to give me credit for building the tentacles because to her horror she was amazed by them. I can see through my tentacle's cameras and I saw the misty atmosphere had caused her clothing to cling to her body, revealing a few things in the process. I could not believe that I was working up just for seeing her bras through her pink butterfly dress. We then leave to meet the webcrawler and leave Brendan's brown haired girlfriend chained up to the pipe and imprisoned.
Bianca's POV
It's already been a couple of hours since Doc Ock kidnapped me. I looked to see if my flower is still on my brown hair and it was still there. He takes me to an abandoned pier, I never felt glad that I had my feet on the ground, it wasn't very long until I felt my nose was assaulted by the aroma of rotting wood and water, and it only took a few minutes for my eyes to adjust to the dim light. 'Oh, the warehouse smells so awful and disgusting,' I thought as I pinched my nose with my right hand's fingers to keep it from being assaulted by the aroma of rotting wood and water any longer. The flower on my hair started to slowly rot and dying and it was about fall off my brown hair at any moment and I tried to cover my eyes from being blinded by the dim light. I started shaking my head and I was about to vomit at any moment and my dress still had the particular smell that can keep the stench from reaching to it. Even though I was on the ground, I quickly realized that the tentacle was still wrapped tightly around my waist and my dress. "So this is Doctor Octopus," I thought. Science was not really my area of expertise but I quickly remembered Brendan's face lighting up when he told me that he was going to meet him. I started to wonder to myself it what was it like to see your idol reduced to a criminal? The thing that struck me the most was that this man like him had lost everything: his wife, his home, and his reputation. How could someone try to put his life back together when there were no pieces to pick up? My thoughts were quickly interrupted as the tentacle holding me placed me on a wooden plank. I heard a loud metal chain clanking as I watched another tentacle placed the chains around my ankles. "Is this thing going to let go of me?" I asked and I had not meant to speak. "Patience," he answered. Then, something in the middle of the room caught my right eye and my attention. There were four curved towers that made a ring on a platform over the water across the middle of the room. My captor noticed where I was looking. "That is my dream. A new energy source that will benefit mankind," he explained to me. "I thought it had failed the first time. Why do you want to try it again?" I asked and I started to realize too late that this may not have been the best choice of words that I had thought of. "It failed because of Spider-Man!" he growled angrily. "But he won't interfere this time." I was surprised to see a tentacle nod in agreement. Then, the tentacle which was wrapped around my dress, finally unwraps my waist as another tentacle attached the chains around my waist and over my left shoulder. I kept both of my fists clenched to my sides, but the third and the fourth tentacle grabbed my wrists, bended my arms into my elbows, showing my armpits as I felt the bracelet on my right wrist slid down, and the second tentacle attaches the chains around both of my wrists together as I felt the shivers going up my spine through my butterfly dress. "He's going to stop you," I said. "Oh, really? Is that so?" he asked. His attitude was starting to make me angry. "You think he's not a threat but you're wrong," I answered angrily. I froze as the tentacles halted and in an instant, he was right in front of me and I gulped. "Maybe I should've just kept my mouth shut right away," I thought. He leaned in close to my face, while a tentacle took off his sunglasses revealing tired, bloodshot eyes that had a deadly expression. "I am never wrong." His voice had actually terrified me, not to mention the breach of my personal space. I shrank back against the rusted pipe as much as possible as the chains clattered. Even amidst the stench of the warehouse, he could my smell particular scent. It was not as exotic as Rosie's, but it was still appealing. He was tempted to ignore his meeting with Spider-Man altogether. He leaned in closer, lips touching my one of my ears as he whispered, "Spider-Man is nothing." I could not help but notice that he smelled of metal, oil, and cigar fumes. A realization came to me that despite the fact that this man like Doc Ock had terrified me, but I had to give him credit for building the tentacles because to my horror I was still amazed by them. Through the tentacles cameras he saw that the misty atmosphere had caused my clothing to cling to my body revealing my shapely form, revealing a few things in the process. He could not believe that he was getting worked up over just seeing my bras through a pink butterfly dress and he almost sniffed and the inhaled the smell of my armpits and I was disgusted. Then, Doc Ock leaves the pier, leaving me chained up and imprisoned to the rusted pipe. After he left, I tried to free myself but the chains were strong and I couldn't free myself. I looked down and also tried to free my ankles but it was chained as well. My high heels continued making tapping noises as I try to free my chained ankles. I then looked up and tried to free my chained wrists, but the chains started to clatter and banged together loudly. I turned to my left side as the chains rattled on my left shoulder, and shook to release the chains that were bound to my waist and my left shoulder, as I was doing so, my pink butterfly dress was waving. 'Spider-Man, wherever you are, please stay in one piece,' I silently prayed as I closed my eyes. And I started to shiver against the rusted pipe. And I turned to my left side and started to vomit because of the smell of rotten wood and water. I really hated that awful smell of the warehouse. There was nothing I can't do because my wrists, my left shoulder, my waist, and my ankles were bound to the metal chains. My shoulders were getting stiff because my wrists were still bound by the chains since Doc Ock bended both my arms into my elbows. And a water suddenly dripped on my brown hair. I was going to miss my play tonight since I'm kidnapped and imprisoned by Doctor Octopus.
Brendan's POV
After trying to stop a subway train for the last few minutes, I was completely exhausted. I let go of the webs, ready to fall, but the passengers catches me. They then slowly put me on the ground. Then, one of the passengers passes my mask back to me. Then, Doc Ock attacks and uses both of mechanical arms to hold the passengers, I then let him knock me out. My friend, Wally, pulls off my mask and prepares to stab me with the knife. He then panicks and drops the mask having a panic attack. I then told him that Doc Ock has kidnapped Bianca and he tells me that Doc Ock wanted the tritium. I then learn that Ock was going to restart the fusion reactor machine and Bianca was going to die. I asked Wally where she was being held and he told me that she was at an abandoned pier. I then leave and head to the pier to rescue Bianca. I webbed all the way to the pier and I sneaked inside. There was Bianca, and she was chained and imprisoned to the rusted pipe and her brown hair was wet and the flower on her hair was rotten and she was still wearing her butterfly dress. "Hey! Hey!" she shouted angrily. Bianca then tried to pull her chained wrists to get Doc Ock's attention until she does her best Hey Taxi whistle which finally got his attention. He takes off his goggles and looks at Bianca in annoyance, wanting to know what she wants from him as the chains rattled on her ankles after being blown by the wind. 'Nobody even dares to look at my Bianca like that,' I thought angrily. "You got what you need for your little science project. Now let me go!" she demanded angrily as she pulled her chained wrists. "I can't let you go, you bring the police. Now that nobody can stop now that Spider-Man's dead," he said. 'Wait, what? I'm not dead. Wait. So Doc Ock kidnapped Bianca, brought her here to the pier, chained her up to the rusted pipe, and make her believe I'm dead?' I thought. "He's not dead. I don't believe you," she said in her less defiant voice. "Believe it," said Doc Ock. He then looks away from Bianca, puts his goggles back on and turns on the machine as it brightens her beautiful eyes. "Surprise," I said. Bianca was startled, as the chains rattled on her waist and her left shoulder and she looked up at me. She was relieved that I was alive and not dead, but then she realized that her reaction might give away my position. She turned around only to see that the sun has gotten brighter and it was getting warmer in the abandoned pier and her pink butterfly dress was getting a lot warmer. She looked back up to me and smiled at me and I was already working on her chained wrists. Then, a tentacle flashes past her head and I managed to spring away with my fast reflexes. Until, she sees a tentacle had snared my leg, slung me away with full force and my body had burst through the pier's roof and I yelled. "No!" she shrieked. She then screamed out as I vanished. Seconds later, I then swung back in the pier as I collided my feet with Doc Ock's chest with power as both of us crash on the wooden board right onto the river. We then splash into the river as the water splashes on Bianca and onto her butterfly dress. Then, the chains that were attached to her lower body was then suddenly being pulled towards the magnetic field and she screamed for help. "Hang on, Bianca!" I shouted. The magnetic field then started to pull Bianca closer as she screamed out in terror. Then, I shot out my webs towards the chains that were attached to Bianca's chained wrists and I was pulling with all my might. She then started twisting her body and her ankles to get the metal chains off and loosened. I then reeled her in as if she was on a zip line. I caught Bianca and she grabs onto my left hand with both of her hands and I gently set her down to the ground. I then told Bianca to run until Doc Ock knocked me down with the heavy wooden plank causing her to shriek in fear. I then groaned in pain and Bianca ran to the exit with her wrists still bound together by metal chains as I heard her high heels tapping on the board. Doc Ock then picked up my limp body and prepared to finish me off. Bianca knew she wasn't going to let me die, so she looked around until she sees a wooden club. She started to twist her arms to get the metal chains off her wrists and the chains came off her wrists. Bianca then bent down to pick up my wooden club. She quietly walked up behind Doc Ock with her wooden club ready. She was prepared to swing my wooden club to save me. "Oh, no you're not," she said quietly. Bianca then swung her plank until the tentacles sensed her attack, lashed out, grabbing her plank much to Bianca's shock and surprising her, and another tentacle backhanded her by slamming her lower body where her bras was on top across the room, causing her to scream and grunt. I could hear her thudding.
Bianca's POV
It's already been a past few hours since I was chained up to the rusted pipe. In my mind, I don't know what's worse. Either of it's my brown hair started to smell and the flower on my hair was already rotten and the perfume smell I put on my butterfly dress had lasted or either my wrists, my waist, my left shoulder, and my ankles still shackled by the metal chains or my armpits started to stink because of the rotten wood and water. Doc Ock was too busy with the tritium and has completely forgotten about me chained up on the rusted pipe. "Hey! Hey!" I then tried to pull my chained wrists to get his attention, but then I did my best Hey Taxi whistle and it finally got his attention. He then takes off his goggles and looks at me in annoyance. And the chains on my ankles rattled after being blown by the wind. "I'm talking to you! You got what you need for your little science project. Now, let me go!" I demanded angrily as I pulled my chained wrists. "I can't let you go, you bring the police," he said. "Now that nobody can stop me that Spider-Man's dead." I looked at him and I paused to catch my breath as my heart skipped a beat. "He's not dead," I said in my less defiant voice. "I don't believe you." "Believe it," said Doc Ock. He then puts his goggles back on and types the keyboards and turns on the machine as it brightens my beautiful eyes. "Surprise," said the voice. I was startled, as the chains rattled on my waist and my left shoulder and looked at Spider-Man, who was alive. I was relieved, but then I realized that my reaction might give away his position. I turned around only to see that the sun has gotten brighter and it was getting warmer in the abandoned pier. I smiled and looked back up to Spider-Man who was already working to my chained wrists. Then, a tentacle flashes past my head and Spider-Man managed to spring away with his fast reflexes. Until, I see a tentacle snared Spider-Man's leg, slung him away with full force and his body had burst through the pier's roof and he yelled out. "No!" I shrieked out. I then screamed out as he vanished through the pier's roof. Then, the rusted pipe I was chained to started to shake as everything around me was starting to suck in. I then felt the chains around my lower body start to tremble and tugged on my butterfly dress. Seconds later, Spider-Man then swung back in the pier as he collides his feet with Doc Ock's chest with power as both of them crash on the wooden board right onto the river. They then splash into the river as the rotten water splashes on me and onto my butterfly dress. Then, the chains that were attached to my lower body and over my left shoulder was then suddenly being pulled towards the magnetic field and I screamed for help. I then started to hang in mid-air and Spider-Man then tells me to hang on. The magnetic field then started to pull me as I screamed out in terror. Then, Spider-Man shot out his webs towards the chains that were attached to my wrists and he was pulling with all his might. I then started twisting my body and my ankles to get the metal chains off and loosened. Spider-Man then reeled me in as if I was on a zip line. He catches me by both of my hands and gently set me down to the ground. He then tell me to run until Doc Ock knocks him down with the heavy wooden plank causing to me shriek in fear. Spider-Man then groaned in pain as I ran to the exit with my wrists still bound together by metal chains as my high heels tapped on the wooden board. Doc Ock then picks up Spider-Man's limp body and prepares to finish him off. I knew I wasn't going to let him die since he saved me 2 times, so I looked around until I see a wooden club. I started to twist my arms to get the metal chains off my wrists and the chains came off my wrists. I then bent down to pick up my wooden club after I freed my chained wrists. I quietly walked up behind Doc Ock with my wooden club ready. I was prepared to swing my wooden club to save Spider-Man. "Oh, no, you're not," I said quietly. I then swing my plank until the tentacles sensed my attack, lashed out, grabbing my plank much to my shock and leaving me surprised, and another tentacle backhanded me by slamming my lower body across the room, causing me to scream and grunt and I hit the floor with a thud.
Brendan's POV
And at that moment, Doctor Octopus had sealed his fate. He just didn't know it yet. Returning his attention to his prey, he produced a spike on the end of another tentacle and gave a smile of smug triumph. "Let's see you scurry out of this one," he said, cocking back the tentacle to strike. As the spike flew towards me, I shot a web into the thick bundle of high-voltage power cables beneath me and yanked them straight up into its path. The spike drove right into the line bundle...and sent enough juice through Ock's body to light up Broadway. The pincers all flew open wide and dropped me to the floor. I took only a second to regain my senses, then raced over to the patch board where the wires providing power to the entire apparatus had been tapped into the main feeder line. I wrapped my arms around dense power cables that were nearly as big around as my thigh, braced myself hard against the floor, and pulled with all my might. The lines finally came free, and I Spider-Man myself went flying backwards. I hit the ground, then flipped myself onto my feet and quickly assessed the situation. The lasers had now stopped firing. A series of sparking explosions surged through the room as every piece of electrical equipment in the place shorted out. Ock's spiked tentacle slid out of the cable as the voltage in it dropped away, and the weight of the limbs toppled him backwards to crash through the floorboards, where he'd come to a stop on an outcropping of rocks beneath the building, half-submerged in the East River once more. And the reaction...well, it was still going strong. Not only that, it had gotten significantly larger now that there was no containment field to hold it back any more. I felt my stomach drop through the floor. "Now what?" I whispered. I looked around frantically, desperately hoping to see that I had just somehow missed a source of power somewhere, but every power connection point on the actuator arms or the platforms was now smoking and smoldering or blown apart and utterly useless. And still the reaction grew, hovering and spinning over the metal platform as it inflated like a giant hot air balloon. "Oh, my God," I realized, it's self-sustaining. I used the salt water in the East River to create a saline electrolytic reaction to drive the magnetic field at the bottom that would keep it suspended when it reached this stage. "Now, it's feeding on itself and everything it's drawing into itself to keep going...and at this rate, it'll suck in the whole Lower East Side any second now. We are so screwed..." And then I heard movement behind me... the sounds of tentacles squeaking and grinding, as if they were trying to restart themselves after a hard system crash. "Wait a minute... we may not be so screwed." I sprang across the room and landed in front of Ock's prone body, which was starting to stir. I yanked off hmy mask to show the scientist a familiar face and hopefully persuade him to trust the eager student instead of the lethal instruments. "Dr. Octavius!" I called, trying to get through to the man behind the machines. "Please, I need your help..." Ock shook his head, trying to clear his vision...and then wondered if his eyes were playing tricks on him. The body of the man before him was definitely mine as Spider-Man, but the face belonged to..."Brendan?" Then he gave the boy a wry smile as the irony of Birch's incorrect assessment became obvious. "Brilliant, but lazy." Oh, good, Octavius still remembered me. Now to drag him into the present. "Look at what's happening," I said, gesturing behind him at the engorged fireball, which was now drawing in virtually anything in the building that was metallic and not nailed down. Octavius looked over Peter's shoulder and smiled slightly. Yes, isn't it beautiful?Peter did not like the look in Octavius' eyes. He was still seeing the experiment, not the environment around it. "We have to destroy it," I said firmly, trying to keep the desperation in his voice contained and controlled. Ock frowned. Stupid bug, interfering yet again in fulfillment of his dreams. "I can't destroy it," he said, the deranged mindset returning as the tentacles began writhing and pulling themselves out of the water. "I won't!" One tentacle shot out and grabbed me by the throat. I slapped one hand on the ground to hold myself in place and grabbed the tentacle with my other hand, trying to slip my fingers inside the pincers to keep it from squeezing the life out of me. "You once spoke to me about intelligence," I said in a choked voice, trying to convince Dr. Octavius to somehow overrule Doctor Octopus. "About how it was a gift, to be used for the good of mankind." That triggered a memory... a memory of meeting a young physics major who'd been so eager to learn from a master, who'd made him feel more important than he'd felt in years... "A privilege," Octavius whispered. "These things have made you something you're not," I continued, seeing the man starting to emerge from the monster's shadow. "Don't listen to them." Octavius looked at the reaction, shining so brilliantly across the room, and felt lost. Destroy it? He couldn't. This was all he had left, literally. Everything else in his life was gone. He couldn't possibly give it up. "It was my dream," he said in a sad, pathetic tone. The beams in the ceiling creaked loudly, and I saw metal framing from the broken windows flying over their heads toward the reaction. I could even hear the screeching of tires from nearby vehicles now being affected by the magnetic pull of this rapidly-growing star. We were running out of time. If I couldn't get through to Octavius, I would have to do something drastic, something I did not want to do unless it was my only choice. "Sometimes, to do the right thing," he said hoarsely, "we have to be steady and give up the things we want the most...even our dreams." He kept trying to get his fingers underneath the ever-tightening pincers. "Dr. Octavius...please...we have to do something..." Octavius watched the metal debris rising around them and being drawn into the perpetual sun he'd always dreamed of creating. It had been his dream since...well, since he was younger than Peter, since he was a college student himself, immersed in the world of science and the promise of nuclear fusion... ...and then he'd met an exotic beauty on the steps of the library and spent hours learning about a whole world beyond Edison and Einstein...a world that was destroyed a month ago by this very experiment... My God, what have I done? What have I become? "You're right," he whispered weakly. The tentacles drew up around him like massive serpents. I would have sworn they were hissing. "He's right," Octavius asserted in response to the limbs' uprising. The tentacles snapped their pincers menacingly. "Listen to me now," Octavius said angrily, gritting his teeth, trying to concentrate hard enough to push his own thoughts past the network chatter of four powerful computers. "Listen...to...me...now!" The tentacle holding my neck popped its claws open, then dropped away. I coughed violently, frantically gasping for air, trying to pull myself together so I could pick Octavius' brain before it was too late. Octavius' pallor was death-grey, and the effort to regain control over the arms had obviously taken a tremendous amount out of what little strength the man still had, so I had to act fast because he might not get a second chance to ask these questions. "Now-how do I stop it?" Octavius looked at the size of the fusion furnace he'd created. It was monstrous, thousands of times larger than even his most error-filled calculations had ever conceived could happen. "It can't be stopped," he said weakly, his voice filled with dread. "It's self-sustaining." I would not accept that answer. No one had ever been able to duplicate the natural self-sustaining nuclear fusion reaction of the sun in a laboratory setting-there had to be some weakness they could exploit. "Think!" I demanded. Octavius was trying, but he couldn't conceive of what to do at this point. In all his simulations, he'd never run into this particular scenario. If it was a small-scale fusion experiment, he'd just drop it into the cooling pool to stop the reaction, but a reaction this big... Then he suddenly remembered why he'd wanted to rebuild here. Not just to use the salty water of the East River in conjunction with the steel platform to create a saline-powered electromagnet for the bottom of the containment field, but also to use the river itself as a makeshift cooling pool just in case. "Unless..." He looked at the reactor, then at the hole in the floor below it...a hole just barely large enough to still be used for its intended purpose. "The river...drown it." My eyes widened. Of course, I realized. That's why he always puts a pool of water underneath. Not for ambient air cooling-as a safety feature. Fusion reactors are really just gigantic fireballs, and if you drown a fireball hard and fast in enough water, the reaction will have to stop because it will cool down faster than it can regenerate itself... And that was when he realized what he'd have to do to drown it-get underneath it and tear away the structure of the steel platform so that the opposing magnetic force created by the interaction of the salt water with the platform was broken. But once that occurred, there would be nothing to hold the reactor aloft, and it would immediately collapse into the river and either incinerate or boil anything in its path...including himself. It was a suicide mission...but one he had no choice but to undertake. Millions of lives were at stake, and the fate of the whole city was in his hands. With great power comes great responsibility, he reminded himself, then nodded his thanks to Octavius and turned to go. A tentacle clamped down hard on my leg before I could spring away. I whipped around, prepared to take Ock's head off... ...only to find it wasn't Ock who had ordered the tentacle to stop him. "I'll do it," Octavius said firmly. He closed his eyes and concentrated hard. The tentacle released my leg, and the remaining three arms lifted him up out of the water. Octavius opened his eyes and looked right at his dream-turned-nightmare. The tentacles obediently carried their creator toward the reactor. At the edge of the rapidly-diminishing safe zone, Octavius turned around to face the student who had become his teacher...and the enemy who had become his friend. The former combatants acknowledged each other with a nod, then Octavius turned back around and strode firmly toward his destiny. I watched him walk away for a moment longer, then turned around... ...and found myself face-to-face with an angel.
Bianca's POV
Oh, my God...I was right...I was right all along...
That was all I could think of as I stared at the unmasked face of her knight in red-and-blue neoprene, into the deep and enchanting blue eyes of the oh-so-maddening mystery man I thought I'd lost forever. My heart skipped multiple beats as she felt that same giddy sensation of romance, passion, bliss, and great love that she'd only felt two times before in her entire life...two other times, in the kisses of two great loves... ...both embodied in one man. One truly awe-inspiring, heroic, amazing man. It was Brendan. All this time, my brave and gallant hero, the man who'd saved my life no less than four times now, the man who willingly laid his life on the line every day in practically every conceivable way for the people of New York, was the same man I'd insultingly called "just an empty seat" a month ago. "How could I have been so blind?" I asked herself. "How could I have said those things to him? Why didn't I just trust my feelings two years ago when I first suspected this? God, he must think I'm the biggest witch on the planet..." And then I saw the smile beginning to spread across his face. And I realized none of those things really mattered. All that mattered was what they were clearly both feeling at that moment, a feeling of complete and total bliss. And then I saw his eyes widen in horror. The amazing relief Brendan had been feeling after the initial shock of realizing that I was now staring at his unmasked face had suddenly turned to absolute terror as his spider-sense alerted him to two imminent disasters. Disaster number one was the collapsing of the fusion reactor as Otto Octavius and his tentacles began dismantling the platform. Disaster number two was the sudden shift in the magnetic force surging through the room as Octavius did so, which was causing the wall behind me to topple. "No!" he shouted at the top of his lungs, then sprang into action. I heard the creaking of the wall, then felt the first pieces of debris falling on her. She turned around...and screamed in terror. The first layer of debris knocked her over. I tried to cover her head to protect myself from the rest of it... ...and then suddenly realized the wall had stopped falling. I opened my eyes... ...and once more found herself staring into Brendan's face. There wasn't any way she could have avoided it, though-he was barely three feet away from me, nearly bent over 90 degrees, literally holding the entire weight of the collapsing wall on his shoulders and back. It was an awkward moment for both of them, literally and figuratively. Of the two of them, Peter was far more familiar with how to deal with awkward situations. With his mask on, he'd have cracked wise and made some terrible joke about how some women can just make you fall to pieces. With it off, though, he decided to take the simple approach. "Hi," he said, smiling through clenched teeth as he tried to position himself better to keep the wall from collapsing any further. I wondered what she was supposed to say to that. What does one say to a man who's shoring up the remnants of a five-story building on his back? I decided to take the simple approach. "Hi," I replied, trying like mad to keep the stupidly awed feeling inside my head off of my face. "This is...really heavy...," Brendan admitted, shoving his entire body hard against the wall as he tried to find a better place to put his hands for more support. At this point, the race was on to see which would collapse first...Otto Octavius' fusion reactor, or Brendan's back. The heat was unbelievable. The light was so intense that Octavius could not look into it. And the pain in his body was nothing compared to the pain in his heart. But he had no choice. He had created this disaster, and it was his responsibility to see it through to the end. He ordered the tentacles to pull him underneath the reactor, then locked a pincer on each leg of the platform and began tugging at the legs, bending and distorting the girders, crying out in both pain and anger at watching his dream die. Brendan could see the mini-sun shift its position...and almost instantly felt the effects of that shift as the magnetic forces in the room pulled harder than ever on the metal wall. He nearly lost his footing, then turned his feet to get a better grip on the floor and gritted his teeth hard. Now he and I were two feet apart at most, and he was not at all sure he had the strength to continue holding up this wall if it shifted again. I watched as his costume tore at the seams, revealing the bulging and straining muscles underneath, muscles that she still found unbelievable that Peter Parker could possibly have. He was shaking from the exertion, he was bleeding from cuts and scrapes obviously caused by those blasted tentacles, and yet the determination in his face had never been more focused. He was refusing to let go. And I was pretty sure I knew why, even though he'd denied it multiple times. "Bianca," he said in a trembling and pained voice, "In case we die..." "You do love me," I finished for him, realizing that he needed to focus his energies on something far more important than speaking. Good, I understood. "I do." "Even though you said you didn't..." He nodded. I beamed, my soul filled with a joy I didn't know I could ever feel. And then the platform creaked again. And the wall shifted again. And both Brendan and I knew the end was near. Otto Octavius was completely blind now from giving even the slightest glimpses at the searing white light from the inferno. But he didn't need to see to know what more needed to be done. The arms were showing him four legs bent in increasingly precarious angles, but none of them torn enough to completely collapse. And he was running out of time to finish this thing before it finished him. "I will not die a monster!" he vowed, then locked each tentacle onto the weakest spot on each platform leg and ordered them to finish the job. Another creak from the platform, another shift in the wall's position. Brendan just knew he would soon no longer have the strength to keep this up... ...and then something inside him seemed to refocus him and give him a new burst of energy. "Your greatest wish, your greatest hope, your greatest dream was to be able to be truly open and honest with the woman you love more than life itself, and your greatest fear was that you would never be able to do so. Well, you've now done it. You've shown her your secret life. You've shown her your true face. And you've told her you love her. You still think some rickety old wall is stronger than you are? Ha!" My eyes widened in disbelief as Brendan grabbed two beams from the wall in his hands, let out a primal roar, and shoved the whole thing into the air, where the sinking magnetic field did the rest of the work of pulling it up and over their heads. With his oversized burden now gone, Brendan immediately started tossing wooden planks and other debris aside and helped me to my feet. He was giving me the once-over to make sure I wasn't injured when suddenly his spider-sense surged a warning about danger from the rear coming up fast. He looked behind him. A rusted-out framework from a nearby silo was bouncing along the dock toward them, drawn by the still-strong magnetism of the collapsing fusion furnace. I screamed. Brendan grabbed me around the waist, leapt into the air, and fired a web shot at a far-off crane. The two of them cleared the dock just as a wave of metallic objects swept across their former position before diving into the water along with the remainder of the building, all caught up in the last gasps of the dying sun. I dared a glance over Brendan's shoulder to watch the reactor's glow fade away. Then I felt my feet touch down on something and Brendan's arm releasing me. I looked down. She was standing atop a very small platform, no bigger around than she was, dangling from a cargo-loading crane. And she was very high off the ground. Feeling her balance failing, she grabbed at what she thought was a chain link fence next to her... ...and then suddenly realized it wasn't a fence at all. It was a web. A gigantic wheel-shaped spider web, with strands thicker than chain link fence wire, strung between the tops of two cargo-loading cranes. And crawling across the web toward me was the man who'd spun it... Brendan, The Amazing Spider-Man. I casually leaned against the web as Brendan settled into a spider-like crouch next to her. The whole thing was so surreal, and yet so comfortingly familiar. When I had a mad crush on Spider-Man, I'd often dreamed of leaning on his shoulder in the midst of his loveseat-sized web as they watched over the city together. And this, I realized, was as close as she was likely ever going to get to that imagined experience. It was almost like a fairy tale come true. "I think I always knew," I said warmly. "I think somehow I always knew who you really were." The genuine warmth and love in that angelic voice made Bredan's heart ache, because now that I knew part of the reason he'd let me go two years ago, I needed to understand the rest of it. "Then you know why we can never be together," he said sadly. "Spider-Man will always have enemies. And those enemies will always attack my greatest weakness...the ones I love. I could not live with myself if anything ever happened to you because of me...so I cannot allow you to take that risk." He stopped to swallow his emotions, wanting to say so much more, wishing with all his heart that he could pledge his undying and everlasting love to me but knowing that if he did, it would make the next words he had to say impossible for either of us to take. "I," he said in a voice that was literally cracking under the strain of holding back the incredible pain filling his soul, "will always be Spider-Man. You and I can never be." I felt my heart sink, crushed by the weight of the impossible burden of having to walk away from me one true love just when I had finally realized the true depth of my feelings toward him. No, this couldn't be happening. This wasn't the way fairy tales were supposed to end. The knight in shining armor always defeated the evil monster and carried the princess off to safety, and they all lived happily ever after... ...and then sirens below them reminded me that this was no fairy tale as she spotted three police cruisers racing toward the docks. I turned my tear-filled eyes to look at Brendan...and realized that he was having no easier a time holding back his own emotions. He reached across with his left hand and took hold of my right one. I clasped both of my hands around it, knowing this might well be the last time we would ever be able to exchange even the slightest touch, and gazed longingly into his eyes for what would also likely be the last time. Suddenly I felt something sticky wrap itself around my hands. I looked at them...and saw strands of silky threads emerging from his right wrist to bind her hands together. Peter gave me a sad-but-loving smile. I smiled back...then gasped as he lifted me into the air and balanced my entire weight on just the tips of his left fingers, as if I was as light as a feather. Then he slipped his left hand out of my grasp and very slowly and carefully spun webbing from his right wrist to lower her to the deck of a tugboat anchored at the docks below. The first policemen arriving on the scene couldn't believe their eyes. All around them, as far as the eye could see, were gigantic metal girders twisted like pipe cleaners, wrecked cars slammed into each other like a demolition derby, light poles bent over at grotesque angles, small boats ripped off their moorings, the remains of a warehouse drifting around in a circular pattern near the end of a dock... ...and a tiny woman seemingly floating in the sky, light as a feather, gradually fluttering back to earth and finally touching down atop one of the few remaining boats unaffected by the whatever-the-Hell-it-was that had swept through here. A civilian car screeched to a stop just behind the police officers, and Ted Hoffman opened the door for Mr. Ketchum, who was soon making a beeline for the officers ahead of him to find out what was going on. Ash Ketchum needed no assistance getting out of the car once he realized who the floating woman was. "Bianca!" he shouted, racing down the docks toward her. I felt my feet touch down on the top of the tugboat's cab and the tension on the web line go slack. My eyes caught a quick glimpse of the end of the shimmering, silky strand floating downward toward her as I realized that he had finally let me go. I wondered as I tried to pull my hands apart how I was supposed to get this stuff off of me...and then realized I was in no particular hurry to do so. "Bianca!" Ash's voice shouted from below, and police search lights quickly focused in on her. I suddenly realized that I needed to make sure the police only saw me and not my rescuer, unless they somehow get the wrong impression about what had actually happened here-and with Ash's dad doing the headline writing, any impression was possible. I managed to peel the last bits of webbing off my hands, then hurried across the roof toward the access stairs. Below me, Ash vaulted the railing at the end of the dock and leapt onto the tugboat's deck, then ran up the stairs toward me. We met at the mid-staircase landing and Ash swept me into his arms. "Oh, my God," he said, his voice breaking, "are you all right? I thought I'd lost you forever...oh, God..." He kissed me passionately. I let him kiss me for a moment, then looked over his shoulder out into the night... ...and into the far-off eyes of Brendan, who was now sitting balanced on the arm of the crane, watching her with an expression filled with pain, heartbreak...and a sad-but-firm resolve. Then he pulled his mask over his face once more, and she watched Spider-Man dive off the crane, fire a web, and disappear into the night. I buried her face in Ash's shoulder and broke down sobbing.
A few days later...
Brendan's POV
After I saved Bianca, she was getting married to Ash Ketchum at a church somewhere across town. As for me, I was busy finishing my studies that I'm doing for Professor Birch. Until, I turned around and Bianca was standing at my door. "Bianca, you shouldn't be here," I started. "I know that you don't want us to be together, Brendan," said Bianca. "Can you at least give me a chance to make my own decisions?" After, she leaned in and we kissed. A siren was wailing in a distance. "Go get 'em," she encouraged me. I left, leaped out the window, changed my costume, and followed where the fire truck, the ambulance, and the police car to wherever they are going.
Well, that's all the story. Be sure to read and review. I've been working so hard to write this story. So, that's it.