Ock promptly snatched up Spidey from the floor, placed him with care on a silver table securing his arms and legs with menacing metal thick bands. "Excellent work!" The tentacles moved away from Spider-man's body as the top right one clicked. It then rotated and got Otto's attention. It then returned to its place on the ground with the others.

A smile came over his face as Octavius glanced at the goggles attached to Spidey's face. The ingenuity perked his interest as his eye stayed fixed on the small object. His right tentacle reached for them." What're these?"

He looked at Mysterio. "No, no. Give them to me. I'm very curious..."

Mysterio glared at Ock. "But they're mine!"

"Who's in charge here?"

A boy came like a mouse through the entrance. His hands quivered holding a paper as he asked mumbling, "Uh Mr. Which one of you is Mr. Ocvaours? Octavers? Sorry bad hand writing. This is for that person"

In a hurry, Otto stood up, grabbed the letter out of the boy's hands with his tentacle. "That'd be me. Now get out of my lab, boy."

The boy turned white in his face and ran out of the lab. Ock snickered after the child left. "Ha! Serves him right." The blade sprung up on his tentacle and it sliced open the letter with precision as Otto's eyes scanned the contents.

The letter read: 'Dr. Octavius, if you want to see Rosie again you will do as I say.' It was signed by Cham. "Chameleon..." he muttered to himself. "How dare he!" Rage surged through his veins as he crumbled the paper. The chameleon had made his presence known only on the television and Daily Bugle over the time when Peter was in a coma, but this was too close for Otto. Why would someone purposely dig up a woman's body to harass him? What sick dastard would plan to torment a brilliant and grieving widower. "Where is he, where is Chameleon! Somebody go out and find Chameleon!"

Electro shrugged. "I don't know. But he will get beat for that."

Kraven raced in and dropped his spear. "He's out of our hair, Dr. Octavius."

Ock looked at Kraven. "What did you do, Kraven? On second thought, I will handle this matter myself. What about the nuisance?" An evil grin emerged on his face as his voice hinted of curiosity at the beastly group member.

Kraven smirked. "I took out a little Ninja Goblin thing that said he would pay us more for Spider-man, oh well. I think he cracked his skull on the side of the truck pretty good."

Vulture, Mysterio, and Sandman just shrugged.

"Is the meddler deceased?"

"Not sure," Kraven raised his sphere from the ground and pointed to the tip, "But want me to put him on the end of this?"

Electro looked at Spider-man. "Will he wake up?"

Kraven turned to look at Electro then he walked over to spider-man's body and pulled out the dart still lodged in his neck. He picked it up and tossed it into trash can. "He should be waking up in 15 minutes. It's not enough to knock out a hippo, but enough for small prey like him."

Ock looked at Kraven. "Sure," he replied to Kraven. "He had better wake up soon, Kraven."

Electro charged up a bolt, "So you know who this guy is right? I mean you found him easy enough? Why not unmask him and toast him!"

Kraven leapt infront of Electro, "We had our turn, and it's up to Ock."

Ock stomped his foot, "Leave him alone! He's Mine! Everyone, get out of here, now! Your parts are done! I'll radio for you if I need you!" I better move his body to another location so I can be truly alone with my retribution.

A small electrical charge shot at the edge of the table that Spider-man was on from Electro's hand. The unconscious soul felt nothing from the assault. Like a child, Electro left in a huff.

Kraven shrugged his shoulders and pretended to do a courtesy, " I don't mind taking second place in a kill. After all, the predator can devour the carcass. I'll make sure it gets scattered across the city and post the head on this spear and give it to whomever will be most horrified." He laughed sinisterly and walked out.

A snort left Otto's mouth, after Electro had shot a bolt at Spidey. "Electro won't be back to work for me again... I'll see to it," Ock mumbled.

"Thank you for your respect, Kraven." Ock bowed ever so slightly at Kraven, Mysterio, Sandman, and Vulture just left the room at all once.

"See you then," Sandman said to Ock.

He nodded. There was a short pause after the door finally clicked shut. Dr. Octopus exhaled a sigh of relief, "Finally, alone at last." He walked over to Spidey's table. "Now, then, how should I kill you?"

Ock looked and sees the note on the floor. He then noticed that there's more scribbled on the back of it. He picked it up and read it out loud. "Come to the 10th Street Bridge in an hour if you want to see her alive. Yes, you read correctly and is by no means a double." He said,"' She's... what the...?" The Master Planner's eyes grew wide as he caught the scent of a familiar flowery scent coming off the note's paper. "Rosie! Why didn't I smell it before?" Spider-man was now in the back of his cranium, as he dropped the note on the ground, ran to the other side of his lab and dipped his tentacle blade thoroughly in an unknown clear liquid substance. After he finished that, he ran out the door and found his way to the location on the note. Snow fell in a fury as Ock trotted out of the laboratory, pulled his jacket tighter around him and prepared for the worst.

The wind whipped around the bridge as cars whizzed by. Several of them slowed because of traffic as the Chameleon was dressed in a police officer's uniform of a Caucasian man, mid forties , bushy brows and shaggy hair cut. He waved at Otto and called him over. "I'm here on the Rosie Case. I was dispatched here, I think by someone who knows you." He smirked.

Ock looked at the suspicious-looking policeman and tried to hide his tentacle-arms as much as possible while he walked over to the policeman. "Do you have information on my Rosie? I need to know! Tell me now!" Ock shouted as desperation flooded his voice.

The police officer folded his arms. "Yes I do. It's very simple. The man who sent you that demands your blue prints to your machine thingy." He then hit a fly near his shoulder as he jerked his neck up ward the device for voice changing started making a static sound.

Something wasn't right, and Otto knew it, but telling his nerves to calm down was out of the question. "How do you know about the note I received only an hour ago? That was top-secret." Ock tipped his head down and smiled an evil grin at the man. "Who are you, really?" he asked with a suspicious tone of voice.

The Policeman stumbled on his words, "We received uh uh, um, another copy Comrade in our office." He rubbed his neck.

"Right," the scientist said clenching his teeth and continued after stating, "And where can I find this man who wants my blueprints?"

"Our job is to find him. Your job is to know that justice is being done. But I had to talk to you myself otherwise they'd send a squad car to arrest you for robbery and a long list of other crimes. It is up to you. We could make up a blue print thing for us to give to him," sweat dripped down his face.

The brow's on Otto's face rose as he stopped grinding his teeth, "But why would you need a made-up blue print, officer? And of what, exactly?" Anger ran through his veins as he continued, " My machines and inventions aren't just up for grabs, now!"

"Oh, I know that. We had to come up with some reason, anything to stall to uh, help your wife, sir." More sweat runs down his face as an officer in the distance pointed and yelled at him certain words that only someone with a super hearing aid would hear or rather Ock's tentacles of 'Imposter. He's not a cop.'

Doc Ock's tentacles perked up and sensed a voice in the distance yelling, 'Imposter! He's not a cop!" The voices in his head confirmed his gut feeling. He grabbed the cop with his hands and began shouting at him. "You're not a cop! Now, tell me where Rosie is, Now!" The tentacles swirled around the 'cop's' head menacingly.

The Imposter smirked and pressed a button on his clothes revealing his purple costume and red stripes and white mask of a face. "Ok, well you caught me. I guess I should have disposed of him, rather than having sympathy for his Capitalist soul. Yes, comrade it is I Chameleon. If you want your wife alive, then I need to stay alive."

Doctor Octopus was outraged at the thought of being almost tricked by Chameleon. But he realized that his words were right, so he set Chameleon down and the tentacles lowered themselves into a defensive pose as if imitating rattler snakes, " Just tell me where Rosie is, got it, Chameleon."

"I will tell you once you make for me your fusion machine. I saw your demonstration in person and I just had to know how. You'd think your wife would have some knowledge of your work. She is as delicate as a flower. Her mental capabilities are not like yours. " He mused.

Ock hung his head low, a sense of defeat filled him, defeat- for now. "Alright, Chameleon. I'll just need Tritium and some time. Can you at least provide me with those things?"

Chamelon's smirk grew. "I don't need you to build it. I need your blue prints. We'll take all the necessarily precautions. It's a shame such accident happened. But lucky for me, not that red-spandex-freak, you're wife is safe. If you want to keep her safe, then you'll produce the blueprint. On estimation how long will it take to recreate your blue prints?"

Doctor Octopus eyed Chameleon and responded, "Well, that's better then, I suppose. It would take less time. Give me three days, and you will have your blue-prints. Let's meet at this same spot at the same time in three days. Is it a deal?" Ock held out his hand intending for Chameleon to shake it.

The breeze blew between both of them sending shivers down his back. Was it that he was dealing with a man who could kill in his sleep and did that caused him to shutter for a second, or the shivers of the night? In the instance of the breeze, Chameleon stuck out his hand and shook Otto's. "Done." To ensure it is in complete working order I'll hire my comrade scientists to look over the schematics to make sure all the parts work, that there are no missing screws and the like. Once they confirm it's correct, you'll have your wife alive, unharmed and in your arms."

Ock nodded in agreement. "Three days, then," he said. Their meeting was over. Ock headed back to his lab. He turned to look over his shoulder and noticed that Chameleon was gone. He trudged through the snow on his tentacles back to the warehouse- his main lab. He took Spider-man's reposed unconscious body, by his left top tentacle, wrapping it around him tight, to his own home. He was extra careful to make sure he was not followed. The cold wind shot snow flakes at him as Octavius went roof top to roof top in the dark of the night soon reached his destination. The home lab was small, in his white and grey monochromatic dark basement. It had a makeshift lab, but it would due for the meantime. It was installed after Rosie 'died'. Octavius hoped if he could drown himself in more work of some kind the pain would ease over his loss.