A/N: Whoa...I didn't expect to really get any support. I was hoping for some but, wow. I'm glad some of you are enjoying the story and for those of you who really aren't, I hope you'll become more interested as it progresses. I really enjoy reading my reviews, so send them in! Also, if you ask a question in one of your reviews, I will answer it(or answer you at least) in my author's note.

Doc Ock, wearing his dark brown coat, sunglasses, and hat, walked onto the grass of the park where the picnic was being held. The arms were under his coat reluctantly. It was a beautiful sunny day and wearing his long dark coat and sunglasses, sadly, made him stick out like a demon in a city of angels.

The park was covered with people of all ages. Children ran around playing games and laughing. Doc Ock was careful to not be noticed or recognized; he simply wanted to observe from the back. The tentacles began talking in his head. He shushed them and continued walking.

"Hey," a man around twenty-nine or thirty nudged his shoulder. "Great Doc Ock costume! Where'd you get it?" he asked as he put his arm on Doc Ock's shoulder.

Doc Ock peered down at the man's drink. He knew it was punch, but he was certain that the man was being too friendly to be sober.

"Where'd you get it?" he asked again cheerfully.

The touching was too much for Doc Ock. He slowly lowered the man's arm off of his shoulder. "Uh, I made it." He replied walking ahead.

The man ran to catch up with him. He grabbed Dr. Octavious' arm and began talking again. "That's funny. Talk about coincidence or what?" Doc Ock looked disgustedly at his arm cemented into the man's firm grasp. He looked back at the man. "Just a few years ago I saw this guy in an elevator who said he made himself a super hero costume also. Is it like a fad going around?" he asked.

"Yah, it's a fad." Doc Ock replied not really giving much thought into the question.

"Maybe I should make myself a super-something costume." The man mused.

"You do that." Doc Ock encouraged pulling his arm away and walking on.

A fairly large woman skipped up and hugged him. Doc Ock had failed to understand what compelled all of these people he didn't even know to run up and grab him in some disgustingly kind way. "Why hello!" the woman exclaimed squeezing him harder. "I haven't seen you around. Are you a first-timer?" she let go of him. Dr. Octavious cocked his head confusedly. "New. Are you new to the church?" she clarified.

"Oh yes. I'm a...uh...new." He replied straightening his coat and hat.

"What church did you attend before?" she asked.

"I...uh...I'm new to the whole thing."

"Oh...I see. Well, that's alright, you'll learn the ropes soon enough." The woman assured him. Then tentacles shifted under Doc Ock's coat. "What's that?" she asked.

"What's what?" Doc Ock asked back.

"That rustle...it sounds like it's from under your coat." The woman replied peering over his shoulder.

Doc Ock took a few steps back nervously, "Oh...that. That's nothing. I'm on a new medicine that helps my joints reposition because, you know, I get those cyropractic problems with my vertebrae and falangies, and I guess it's kicking in." he said off the top of his head.

"Yah." She nodded giving him a look of discust. "Well, it was nice meeting you. I hope I'll see you at the church tomorrow. By the way, I'm Betty." She held out her hand.

"Otto." Doc Ock shook it and began walking. "That was close. Now, stay put before you blow our cover." He scolded the arms.

"Oh, there's a sense test going on right now. Do you want to play? Before you answer, here's how it works: One person sits on a stool and the other pushes his or her back with a finger. The person sitting down has to guess which finger poked him or her." The lady offered.

"No, I don't think-"

"It's fun! Come on!" she grabbed him by the arm and pulled him over to the setup. She sat him down and he decided that he'd probably draw more attention to himself if he refused, so he played.

"Ok, ready?" she asked.

"Sure, whatever." Doc Ock replied boredly.

The woman poked him with her finger but hit the piece of machinery running up his back, "Oops, I think you forgot to take the price tag out of your coat. I'll just snap it for you." The woman assured Doc Ock cheerfully reaching down his coat for the tag.

Doc Ock panicked; he knew what she had found. "No, wait. I, uh, want to keep it there." He said. His little explanation was pathetic, but it was the best he could come up with.

"Ok, I just want to see where you got this coat. It's very becoming." She said trying to get the neckpiece off.

Doc Ock cringed in pain as she pulled. "Hm." The woman said. She looked down his coat to see what the "price tag" was caught on. "OH MY GOODNESS! WHAT IS ON YOUR NECK?!" she screamed. This got people's attention.

Doc Ock saw everyone staring at him and Betty, "Nothing! Nothing is on my neck!" he snapped.

"Yes there is! Come see!" she exclaimed. People gathered to observe when he jumped up defensively. Out of reflex, the tentacles shot out and snapped. Everyone gasped at once and he didn't know what to do. Here he was, in front of hundreds of people with four mechanical arms out his back, and he couldn't do anything about it. Lacking a good plan, Doc Ock got up onto his bottom tentacles and walked through the park. As soon as he moved, the people began screaming and running in circles (figuratively. Not literally). Doc Ock paid no attention to them and continued walking.

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He arrived home and sat on his bed. No matter how hard he tried, he always seemed to cause panic. Doc Ock had gotten to trust and believe in God that He would provide for him when he needed it. But after that incident, he wondered if God cared about him or even existed. If that was what Christians got in return for their loyalty, then he didn't want to have any part in it.

There it is! I'll have the next chapter up shortly. Probably tomorrow or the next day. Again, don't forget to review!