Author's Note : I would like to make a clear side note hear that I wrote this as a joke. I apologize for any errors in the personality of the characters, or any conflictions with their canon story. As I will admit to doing very minimal research, and have not read all the Spiderman comics. Please don't rip me to shreds for screwing something up, like I know any die-hard fanboy who somehow finds this in the dark corners of the internet will almost certainly be itching to do.
Otto Octavius sat alone at his table in Trattoria L'incontro, one of his personal favorite restaurants. His metallic appendages moving anxiously behind him. Otto looked around, what would have normally been a room filled with chatter was now dead silent. Couples made fearful glances his way every now and then. He knew it would not be long before there would be enough complaints to have them escort him out, or someone called the police. It wouldn't surprise him, he was one of the most notorious villains in New York. That didn't bother him, It had been so long since he had last been here. It hadn't changed much, the walls were still covered with da Vinci paintings, and it still had a faint garlic scent.
A nervous waiter cautiously approached his table, several minutes after his arrival. Did they not prepare for this? He had made a reservation days in advance using his real name.
"Ex-Excuse me sir, may I-I-I take your o-order?" The waiter's hands quivered as he raised his little notebook and pen up.
"Not yet. I'm waiting for someone," replied Otto. He hoped they would arrive soon, the atmosphere in the room was becoming quite tense. His stomach grumbled, revealing to his distracted self that he was in fact very hungry. However, the waiter had already scrambled back to the kitchen before Otto could change his mind.
Hours passed. Eventually the couples in the room began to eat and chat again. Perhaps they realized he wasn't there to make trouble, or maybe they wanted to finish their food before it got cold so they could leave before he did do something. Couples came and went as he sat there in silence. Each new occupant avoided him like the plague, walking to their seat on the path furthest from him. As if he would kidnap and torture them if they strayed to close.
He was deep in thought when the waiter from before finally found the courage to return to his table.
"Sir." The voice brought him back to reality.
"What?"
"Are you.. ready to order?" Otto looked around as the waiter spoke. The person he was waiting for still hadn't arrived. He probably should have realized they wouldn't show an hour ago.
Otto ordered his food, and the waiter returned to the kitchen.
His food arrived, no sign of them.
He finished eating his food, nothing.
He ordered desert, still nothing.
He sighed to himself, picking at his cannoli. He didn't know what he expected. Why would they accept an invitation to dinner from a criminal like him? This was a mistake he thought to himself.
Outside of the restaurant, sirens blared across the city. Were they coming this way? It was hard to tell where the sirens were going these days. Superheroes and Supervillains clashed on a daily basis, and for some reason the police loved to get involved. Unfortunately, the sirens were coming towards him. This was evident by the squad of police cars now piled outside the restaurant.
"Oh Bother."
Author's Note : You probably have a lot of questions, like "Who is Doctor Octopus supposed to be on a date with?" or "Why did this person decide to write a Doctor Octopus romcom-esque fanfic?" maybe even "Why is this author so bad at writing?" All very good questions that probably will never be answered. I'm very sorry for writing this and I'm sorry there isn't a way you can unread something.