"Octavius, where did your drone send the tape?" Kingpin questioned as he held his busted nose.
Ock peered up at Kingpin, pausing as he tightened his hold on the boy in his grip.
"It should have been here by now."
"Well It's not." Kingpin snarled as he cracked his knuckles.
"It seems i've underestimated their sharp shooter." Ock muttered as he rubbed his chin.
"Underestimated? You? No, you planned this to happen!"
Kingpin growled as he stepped threateningly closer to the doctor.
"You want to make me look bad! Come back with the prize and show I'm incompetent of my role!"
Ock was silent at the outburst befor a smile spread across his face.
"Sounds like you're under a time crunch now, Kingpin." Ock mimicked "Don't screw up."
Kingpin's face scrunched up with unadulterated rage as he leaned into Ocks bubble.
"I will get that tape back but first…"
Ock used his two tentacles not holding Peter to propel himself away from Kingpin's punch.
"I'd like to tie up a loose end."
"Uh-uh no you don't."
Drones flew around Ock protectivle as Kingpin eyed them up.
"I suggest you go and get that tape before they have a chance to watch it."
Ock smirked at Kingpin's demeanor of submission which was a rare sight on the man.
"I won't forget this." Kingpin swore as he made his exit.
The doctor smiled as he headed towards one of his many hideouts around New York, an abandoned shipping warehouse.
Once alone Octavius released his vice grip on the boy. He had prepared a cot and some supplies in all of his hiding spots in case of emergency. Placing Peter on the cot Ock examined the injuries he had sustained from his battle against Deadpool.
"Concussion,lacerations,and bruising." Ock went to work placing patches and stitching on what needed more attention.
"He'll need to be sedated again before I can get him to Goblen."
As if on cue Peter's hand reached tentatively out to grip Ocks human arm. Ock jolted at the touch but soon discovered the boy was still unconscious. Ock watched as Peter nuzzled against his sleeve as a pillow.
Ock leaned down letting his other hand pet the boy's head.
Ock jolted back as the tentacles twirled around the sleeping Peter like a security blanket.
Shaking his head, Ock rubbed his temples "Shut up. I'm not..."
Ock sighed as he watched the younger sleep.