A/N: Hey everybody. Sorry this chapter's up so late. Only a few chapters left! 2 or 3. 4 Tops. If everything goes alright, and nothing comes up that needs to be explained, it'll be finished in two. Anyway, don't forget to review!

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"The infamous Doc Ock has once again struck. He escaped the New York City hospital killing a doctor, nurse, and two CIA agents who were only there to help him. Where has Spiderman been during these crimes, and will this madman ever be stopped?" Doc Ock turned the TV off to stop the newscaster's annoying words.

He sat down in a wooden chair with a red cushion to think. Doc Ock had been doing a lot of thinking over the past four weeks or so; asking himself hard questions for anyone to answer. "I can't decide which is harder. Living with Christ, or without Him." He thought out loud placing a bag of ice on his forehead.

We think that you were better off without Him. He didn't do anything for you.

"No, He didn't." Doc Ock agreed.

It's not like He gave you liberty from any pain or suffering.

"I guess not." He agreed again.

If He really cared, He'd leave you alone.

"Maybe," Doc Ock said.

Not once did He ever leave you alone!

"You're right." He said realizing the opposed message by the tentacles.

He didn't give you much choice; be with Him or be miserable.

"No, no He didn't."

So you're getting what we're saying?

"Yes, I get what you're saying," Doc Ock said standing up, "I need to do what I have to do."

Yes!

"I need to accomplish and understand what I need to,"

Yes!

"And nothing's going to keep me away from that church service." He said determined. The tentacles withdrew as if to say, "huh?" "This time, I'm going to be part of the service." He declared.

But we will scare them all away.

"That's where you're wrong. It just so happens that I have a suit in my closet. I bought it 10 years after I was out of college for a reunion. Hopefully, I haven't gained too much weight."

You haven't.

How do you know? You haven't seen the suit, you haven't eyes, and you don't know what the estimated border between normal and overweight is. But, it is sweet of you to say so anyway." He concluded with a smile.

Doc Ock ran to the bedroom. He opened up the closed to look at his few pieces of clothing; all of Rosie's clothes were in there also. Otto never bought clothes for himself, except on those special occasions when Rosie insisted he needed a new suit. But that doesn't mean he didn't go shopping for clothes. He always went out to buy clothes for his wife. In fact, he was more familiar with the ladies' section in most stores than the men's. Once in a while, Rosie would make him go to the men's section and buy a nice shirt or pants, and he would, but not on his free will. Otto was very much a, need-or-no person. When he did buy himself clothing on his own will, he was buying a lab coat, lab goggles, or an undershirt for testing his tentacles on.

Doc Ock grabbed a gray suit from his closet and held it in front of himself in the mirror. "Surprisingly, I think it'll fit." He said to himself. He glanced at the reflection of the clock on the nightstand in the mirror. "When does the service start, do you remember?" he asked the arms.

We don't know when it started, but we do know when we got there: 11:27 A.M.

"Then it probably started around ten. The preacher summed his sermon up which means it ends at 11:30. So, it starts at ten and ends at 11:30. I can make that, I have fifteen whole minutes."

Doc Ock changed into his suit and combed his hair. He brushed his teeth and examined himself in the mirror a second time. He had to admit, he had forgotten what he looked like with a suit on and his hair combed. Doc Ock looked like everyone else, except for the four metal tentacles out his back.

"You need to get under there." He told the tentacles.

We can't. Your coat is too snug.

We didn't mean that in an insulting way!

"I know. Well, any suggestions as to how I'm supposed to get in there then?" Doc Ock asked the tentacles.

We could get in there how we always enter places. We need to tear through the door.

Because nothing will stand in our way!

Not even doors!!

The tentacles seemed different than Doc Ock would have pictured. They each had a distinct personality instead of just one mind controlling all of them. The most annoying thing to witness was when they argued. They all would fight in his head and he couldn't do anything about it. They usually tried to comfort him (because he needed a lot of comforting) and three out of ten times they succeeded. But they had gotten worse at it. It seemed like they only had a few comforting thoughts and used them over and over.

These thoughts were usually lead up to with revenge on Spiderman, because Doc Ock didn't like him, nor his tentacles, so it seemed the likely topic for discussion. Doc Ock glanced at himself in the mirror again, "I'll just have to take my chances. If I wear my coat, I'll stick out like a sore thumb. If I don't wear it, I'll still stick out like a sore thumb."

But we can't hide under your coat for a whole hour and a half!

"You'll have to do your best." Otto said with very little compassion for the appendages. He dressed back into his coat and slipped his hat on. That morning wasn't horribly bright so he didn't wear his sunglasses. Otto examined himself in the mirror again. "This is as good as it's gonna get." He told himself. "Well…" Doc Ock took a deep breath as he opened the front door. "Here I go."

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At the church, people were gathering and slowly moving inward through the doors. It is time. You know what you need to do. Doc Ock stood a hundred feet from the church. The tentacles went under his coat and he walked behind the group.

From the sound of the songs inside, the service had already started. Otto was a little late because he though the walk shorter than it really was; but several people were late also so he wouldn't make much of a scene. He approached the doorway and saw two people standing there shaking hands – an elderly man and a little girl.

"Welcome to the New York Church." The man said holding his hand almost enough to be considered drawn. Doc Ock held his hand out the same length and held it there; he assumed that they were going to shake hands, but if the man wasn't going to make the first move, he surely wasn't.

They two stood silently there for a while awaiting eachother's response. Finally, the elderly man seized his hand and, gripping it tightly, shook it vigorously making Doc Ock jump. The man let go of his hand and smiled at him warmly. Otto flashed a smile at him and almost walked past the little girl.

She looked eagerly at him with her big, brown eyes. Doc Ock sighed and looked down at her, "I suppose I'm expected to shake hands with you now?" he asked frustratedly. She nodded excitedly. Otto took his hand out of his pocket and allowed the cute, little child to grab ahold of his fingers and shake them the best she could.

As soon as she released his hand, Doc Ock walked off down the hall. The little girl didn't understand his attitude towards her and looked up at the elderly man worriedly. "Don't worry," the man comforted, "It's not your fault. He's just not being very nice."

This comment caught Otto's ear and kindled his anger; he was doing his best! "Listen, some of us are just having a bad day!" he yelled without looking back. He walked out of hearing range.

The little girl waited until he had turned a corner. "You're right. He's just cranky." She replied the old man quietly.

Doc Ock limped down the hall as the music got louder. It seemed to take forever to walk there on his normal feet! He hadn't had to use them that excessively since…oh, he couldn't remember. The most that he had used them within the last five years was running maybe fifty feet from underneath a crumbling building. Otto was horribly tempted to sprint with his tentacles to get there faster. There weren't but a few people in the hall with him but he knew that if he did take that risk, the few would tell a few more and a few more, and a few more, until he had suceeded in the very thing he was trying to prevent.

After an eternity of traveling like a normal human being, the sanctuary was in view. He thought that he had probably gotten lost because people who he saw coming in the doors behind him, he saw had gotten a seat. Otto walked quietly in the noisy room; it was worship time. Everyone was standing and singing with their hands raised.

Doc Ock searched for an open seat in the back somewhere he could participate but not be noticed. He found a slot in the back peu and stood in it. Otto glanced over at the person beside him. Oh great. It was that woman from the picnic. The touchy one. The one who ruined his Saturday. Maybe if I'm quiet, she won't notice me. He thought.

Otto glanced over at her. She had her hands raised in the air and her eyes closed. Her mouth moved but not in allignment with the words of the song. She spread forward her arms as if trying to catch rays of sunlight; as if basking in the warm sunshine. This puzzled Otto. Why was she doing it here? There wasn't any sunlight where they were standing. But why was everyone else doing it? Did they think they were plants?

Although he wanted to be accepted by the group, Otto just couldn't find the strength in himself to bask in the sunlight like plants like the rest of those nuts. Obviously, there were some pretty weird traditions started in Christianity. Otto never saw people on the subway reaching up and singing tuneless, soundless songs.

After a couple more minutes of this, the preacher signaled for everyone to sit down. "Please greet the person next to you before you take your seat." He said.

Betty turned to him ad shook his hand with a smile. "Good morning." Doc Ock flashed a smile at her and looked away. "Wait, I know you. You're Otto!" she said. "I'd recognize that smile anywhere." Betty gave him a friendly hug.

May we crush her?

No. Doc Ock told them although he secretly wanted to. "But you found out. Why do you smile?" Otto asked quietly. He was released and they sat down.

"Oh, everyone's different. Although you did give me quite a scare there." She said with a giggle.

The preacher began talking about being strong in God. Doc Ock took from the pue in front of him a semi- dull pencil and a flier. He turned the paper over and began taking notes.

Time passed and things went unexpectedly well. A quiet room filled with people and him inside – a combination that hadn't occurred for a while. Otto knew that it wasn't because they had accepted him- they just didn't' know that he was in there. For if they did know, the room would be filled with panic – just like every other room he entered.

Doc Ock wrote what stuck out to him in the pastor's words – and that was a large amout for every word the pastor spoke seemed to kindle a flame from within. Every word he could relate to. "We need to trust that God'll help us do what He wants us to accomplish." – this sentence seemed stronger than all the rest. Doc Ock wrote it down and underlined it a couple times.

The service ended and the congregation filed out of the sanctuary. Doc Ock sat in his seat quietly pretending to be gathering his things. He actually was waiting for everyone to exit the sanctuary so that he was free to exit in his own way. Otto didn't want to walk all that way on his broken leg, like last time, through that congested of a crowd. Finally, the last person exited. Doc Ock got up and walked to the wall. He was about to leave when the pastor caught him.

"I noticed how devoted you were to taking notes, sir. Was my sermon really that good?" he asked.

"Yes. It was wonderful. I really enjoyed the service." Otto replied with a smile.

The pastor blushed a little, "Thank you." He said. The frail pastor caught sight of Doc Ock's leg. "What happened to your leg?" he asked.

"Oh, I tripped on the curb." Otto replied. He wasn't sure how he became such a quick and talented liar and often surprised himself as to how decietful he could be.

The pastor's eyes lit up with a knowledge. "Oh. I was just wondering because I met this man in the hospital who broke the same leg. But, he also hurt his head, and his neck, and punctured his windpipe."

Doc Ock caught onto the man's theory. "And tell me – how do you know that he had punctured his windpipe?" he asked.

"Because he talked so quietly and roughly. He almost reminded me of you." The pastor said. Doc Ock nodded processing the thought. "How's your head doing, Otto?" he asked. "Would you like me to pray for it?"

"Why would you think that I had hurt my head?" Otto asked trying to preserve his identitiy.

"Because it looks like it hurt. By the way, your neck looks horrible. And this all happened by falling off a curb?" Pastor Marvin quizzed.

"The curb was rather steep." Otto explained.

The pastor put his hand on Otto's forehead and closed his eyes. "Lord, I pray for this man. He is doing his best to change his ways and I pray peace on him. I pray that these injuries would heal because Your will includes health and You don't like to see your people suffer. Satan, I command you, in the Name of Jesus, to let go of this individual's health. You have no place in his body. God, You are so good to us. Please help Otto see that. In your name I pray, amen."

Immediately after that prayer, Doc Ock's leg stopped throbbing. He bent down and opened the cast. Everything was alright. No exposed bone, no blue and purple flesh, nothing. Perfectly healed. Otto then noticed that he could breathe normally and move his neck. His head was healed also.

He stood up and stared at Pastor Marvin bewildered. "You—how'd you do that?" he asked with an amazed expression on his face.

"The power of Jesus. Intense, isn't it?" he replied with a smile.

"You get to heal people?" Doc Ock asked. The pastor nodded. "Whoa…" he said. "I…I don't know how to repay you." He gave the pastor his hat.

"Oh it's fine. I just hope you've grown in God since that morning at the hospital."

Doc Ock blushed remembering back. "Well, I'd better be going." He said.

"I hope I'll see you next Sunday." Pastor Marvin said.

"Don't worry. You will." He said. Doc Ock's tentacles shot out and he climbed the wall and out a crack in the window.

Pastor Marvin fingered Doc Ock's hat. He looked up and caught the glimpse of somehting in a coat happily climbing across the houses. He smiled and walked out of the sanctuary.

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Didcha like it? I just thought that Otto needed a miracle. Plus, I-no. I can't tell you or it'll ruin it. Stinkin'. And don't forget to review!