FATR: Yay! Thank you for the long review, aurora firestorm! All reviews are appreciated, of course, but I especially like the long, specific, detailed ones. I appreciate that you stated your 'nitpick' (as you called it) in such a non-confrontational way. I didn't really realize that the point of view was so disorganized. After much contemplation I have come up with this answer: As the author (or god) of this universe, I can see everything that goes on in the characters' heads as the story progresses. For suspense purposes, I only divulge little bits of information to the reader. Felicia knows the least about what's going on right now, so it is mostly in her point of view. I guess I'm going for a sort of limited omniscience. I also hope that you are satisfied with my answer. Creative criticism such as this is always welcome. You all know I own none of this, so let's proceed with the chip chip, shall we?

His organic arms released their hold on her legs and she slid off his back, uncomfortably aware of the way her skirt had ridden up during the ride. She touched ground and waited patiently with her hands clasped in front of her. Octavius moved around behind her and untied the blindfold. For a moment she thought she felt him run his hand over her hair as he pulled the blindfold off. You're imagining things. He didn't do it on purpose. Light flooded her eyes and it was difficult to take everything in. The room was white and gray, some kind of docking bay. One wall was a fold down runway, which must have been the source of the mechanical sounds she had heard. Once she had made a brief analysis of the environment she turned around and kept an earlier promise she had made to herself.

Doc Ock's human hand flew to his cheek in surprise.

"How dare you speak to me that way!" She snarled.

She hits really hard. "What way would that be, Ms. Hardy?"

"Don't play dumb with me you... you perverted nut job!" The arms shot up behind him like the quills of an incenses porcupine and she took a few steps back.

"You dare speak that way to a scientist?"

Felicia was angry, too, and she was not going to take this lying down. There was a little voice in the back of her head begging her to back down for once. She refused to listen. She didn't know exactly why, but she refused to listen. Maybe she was afraid that if she didn't stand up now, he would just keep pushing a little further each time until she did. "Stop it with that holier-than-thou bullshit! Your are a criminal, no matter how hard you try to sugar coat it! You-"

WHAP!

She laid the floor, ruefully eyeing the metal apparatus that had nearly crushed her ribs for... What, the third time tonight? They all dove forwards at once and she screamed, putting up her hands to block her face. The top two latched around her wrists and the bottom two clamped around her ankles. Her arms almost broke as they were wrenched away from her face by the inhuman strength. She was drawn in close, so close she could clearly see her frightened eyes reflected in the obsidian lenses that hid his eyes.

He stuck his face barely an inch away from hers and she flinched to the side. A yellow gloved hand caressed her chin and turned her face back towards his. He studied her eyes. They were fierce, even if they looked terrified at the moment. "I see he chose the right girl for the job, on more than one level."

"J-job?" She stammered. When he spoke, she winced at his breath on her face.

"I would not want to spoil the surprise." He set her down and brushed passed her. "My employer awaits your delivery, and he is not a patient man. So, if you would follow me..." Here he turned to see her see her standing there, hugging herself. She appeared to be thinking. He had learned quickly that her thinking only meant trouble. He would have to be on guard. "Come along, Ms. Hardy." She kept her head down, but trailed after him anyway.

They passed through a set of metal doors that swished open automatically before them then clinked back into place behind them. Felicia's eyes moved back and forth, taking in each side of the stark hallway. There were doors of a similar nature at almost monotonously even intervals on either side of the corridor. She felt like she was trapped in an episode of Star Trek. What job is it they want me for? No doubt something unscrupulous. Well, I flatly refuse to do anything illegal. Of course, they probably know that. What if they do something to me? What if they brainwash me? I've got to get out of here! She eyed her captor's back. He never even glanced at her once. Was he that confident that he had her? She bit her lip. There was a T-junction about three yards down the hall. She had to make her decision fast. As he turned left, she casually turned right, trying to tiptoe as much as possible. She was just about to breath a sigh of relief when something landed a blow between her shoulder blades with the force of a pile driver.

Dr. Octavius smirked at her. "Do you like it when I used my tentacles on you?" He launched all four of them forwards. This time she rolled away and flattened against the wall. The girl was cornered now. His lip curled into a snarl and his arms attacked again. Felicia screamed.

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In a lab on an upper floor, Wilson Fisk, standing behind his desk with both hands planted firmly on its surface, and John Hardesky, seated opposite Fisk, were in the middle of a heated conversation. "I vowed never to reveal the formula, to anyone!" John was yelling. "I may have been a crook, but I am not a traitor to my country! I don't care what you do to me."

The Kingpin straightened up and smiled ominously at his captive. "Mr. Hardesky, I have much more persuasive methods at my disposal."

Right on cue, metallic clanging and hissing alerted them to the octopus' arrival, but there was someone else with him. An outraged female voice yelled, "Put me down!"

Fisk gazed favorably at the doctor. "Impeccable timing."

Felicia took in the room's occupants. There were three. The first was a half man, half reptilian monster, literally. The division line ran right down the center of his face and disappeared under his shirt. The next figure her eyes fell on was an extremely large man in a white suit with a bald head. "Wilson Fisk! What is the meaning of this?"

The Kingpin leaned on the desk once more. "One might say I have gone into the business of family reunions."

Family reunions? Felicia turned her attention to the man in the chair opposite Fisk. His hair was silvered and his eyes and the corners of his mouth had fine lines spreading out from them, but there was something deeply familiar about him. Like an older version of...

Fisk was saying, "How long you enjoy each others' company depends on how well you cooperate with me."

Felicia suddenly realized who she was looking at. Her heart stopped and she sucked in a small breath. The man lowered his head in shame.

"Felicia Hardy," Fisk smiled as her attention returned to him. "I would like you to meet your father."

Her eyes snapped back to her father. He snuck a glance at her, then put his hand over his face. "D-daddy? What's going on?"

"I never wanted you to find out," John Hardesky whispered.

"Are you ready to tell us now?" The Kingpin pressed.

John looked from the crime lord to his offspring, torn between his vow and protecting his daughter. "I swore..." He mumbled to himself weakly.

Felicia was lost in her confusion. It wasn't about her mother now, it was about her father. I wish someone would just tell me what's- Her thoughts were cut off as the tentacle around her waist began to creep up her torso and constrict. Felicia hissed in pain. Every time she let out a breath it tightened so that the next intake was becoming increasingly difficult. She cried out but it left her lips as a squeak, like a strangled kitten.

"Stop! Stop it," John pleaded. "She doesn't even know what this is about."

Fisk pushed a pen and a pad of paper towards John. "The formula, Mr. Hardesky."

"I could easily snap her back," Doc Ock threatened.

That was the last straw. John snatched up the pen and scribbled down the formula. Before he could think about what he had just done, he threw the pen down and pushed both back to Fisk.

The pen disappeared into Fisk's front pocket and he passed the pad to his two-faced employee. "A pleasure to business with you."

"You got what you wanted, now please, let her go."

"I am not finished with either of you." He clapped his hands and some armed thugs in matching purple suits and helmets appeared. "Take them to a holding cell." He turned back to the mutant with the note pad. "Landon, you and Octavius begin setting up the machine."

Felicia breathed deeply, barely able to stand, when she was released. The thugs escorted her and her father down a hall at gun point. There was definitely no chance to run this time. The room they put them in was small and dark. The only thing in it was a bench along the back wall. Felicia sat down on the aforementioned bench to catch her breath.

"Are you okay, kitten?" John asked as he sat beside her. He could see bruises on her wrists and ankles, from that creep's mechanical arms, no doubt.

"I'm fine. Only a few bruises." She looked at her father desperately. "What happened in there? What formula were they talking about?"

John sighed. He knew he had to tell her some time, and now was as good a time as any. He cleared his throat and began his story.