TPYH-Chapter 14: The Bird Now Has A Gun
Summary: It's exercising its second amendment right let it be.
Authors note at end
“I made us dinner,” Otto said.
“Thanks.”
“Do you want to sit and eat?” he motioned to the table.
“...Sure, can you help me get there?” You asked. You felt the actuator wrap around you and you cried out in pain, why wasn’t your spider healing or durability or something kicking in? The actuator set you down and you groaned.
“Are you ok?” Otto asked.
“Why do you care? You’ve been using that-that thing to pick me up all the time!” You hissed.
“I thought you were exaggerating… I told them to be gentle.” he glanced at his actuators, who shrugged.
“Well obviously they didn’t listen,” you said.
“I’ll help you to the table.”
“Thank you.”
You saw him walk over, the actuators were not happy, he helped you up and you limped over to the table, his hands were rough and strong, you knew he wasn’t going to let you go, and for a minute you believed your Otto was back.
That was until the actuators knocked him on the head and he plopped you unceremoniously onto a chair and pushed a spoon in your hand.
“...Spaghetti?” you asked, smelling the pasta dish, you tapped on the table with your spoon.
“Yes.”
You felt the other side of the eating utensil and frowned. “How the hell am I supposed to eat spaghetti with a spoon?”
You asked
“I don’t trust you with a fork.”
“You know I could easily use a spoon to scoop your eyes out, Otto… Then you’d be like me.”
“Or you could eat with your hands?” Otto suggested.
You glowered as you threw the spoon in his direction, you started eating with your hands just to piss him off.
“What do I have to do to have you on my side again?” Otto asked, fed up.
“Stop being a raging psychopath who kidnaps old ladies and blind people? And stop fighting Spiderman?” you offered.
“Spiderman fought me-”
“Because you robbed a bank!”
“I did it to build the reactor!”
“Which failed! And you knew it would, but you listened to those…those things anyway!”
“I didn’t have a choice! They were going to kill you if I didn’t and-and I’ll do anything just to shut them up for a single moment.” Otto cried out.
You paused. “You really mean that?”
“Yes, yes I do and-” one of the actuators clicked at him and he sighed.
“They’ll still kill you if we don’t complete our mission.”
“Great… Do you have any napkins?” you asked.
Otto handed you a napkin and you cleaned up.
“Is there anything else you need Otto? If not I-I should go to sleep.”
“It’s only 7..”
“Well my body’s been working to heal me and… other things so it feels like 2 am for me, do you need anything?” you repeated.
You. he thought, but he kept it to himself.
“No, no I don’t. I hope that you’ll… I hope that you’ll grow to tolerate it here, I wish it didn’t have to be this way y/n, I really do. And I hope that when this is all over… we can start over.”
“Ok Otto,” you said dismissively, you were too tired to try and decipher his words, to see if he was still in there, you fell asleep.
You woke up to Alfred purring next to you, you smiled as you pet him, you were feeling better… You fumbled around for your blindfold and put it on, it was starting to become muscle memory.
“I set up a room for you,” Otto said.
“How?” you asked, from what you could tell he had an unusually nice bathroom, one “room” that was separated by curtains, and a makeshift kitchen with a table in the middle… and the couch, there were also the many, many lab supplies that he most definitely stole. You put your feet on the ground and stomped, you found that there was a new “room” about six feet away from Ottos. That was… nice of him.
“Thank you,” you said.
“Since you’re going to stay here a while… I figured you needed your own area. I got a bed, blankets, a chest with some clothes, and toiletries for you, I also got you another one of those sticks you whacked me with.” he said.
“Thanks.”
“Can I lead you over?” he asked.
“Yes.” you felt him help you up and lead you over there, you missed his touch, you wanted to be with him… but you wouldn’t, not while he’s like this. But that didn’t mean you didn’t want him to pin you against the wall and rearrange your guts.
Wow, you had issues.
Otto opened the curtains and led you inside. “It’s not much… but you should be able to have some privacy and your own space.”
“How thoughtful. Can I have my whack stick?” Otto handed you the white cane.
“...do you need shoes? This floor is… filthy,” he asked.
“No, I’m fine, I can sweep,” you said.
“Are you sure? I can-” “Otto, I’m fine,” you said firmly, he paused.
“I need your help again.”
“What do you need?”
“You had a theory on how to harvest Tardigrades, correct?”
“Yes, a theory.” you pointed out. “I think I figured it out, come with me.” he led you over to his lab station. “Yes she can learn about this, no it won’t hurt our mission, Larry for the last time put that gun away!” Larry clicked angrily at you and put the gun down.
You listened to him explain his theory, the author was too lazy to figure out the logistics so you get this I don’t care I don’t super science read a textbook if you want accuracy you came for his tig ol biddies.
“That… actually might work. But Otto just because you could doesn’t mean you should I think-”
“So you think it will work?” Otto asked.
“Yes, but that’s not what I was getting-” you objected.
“Ok, ok thank you.” Otto excitedly got to work, you huffed and walked back to your room. Alfred was already cuddled up, you figured that you had time to practice basic motor skills, and maybe you could try putting on socks at least, Otto was right, the floor was filthy. Alfred purred happily as you tried to brush your hair, put it up, brush your teeth, the simple things you never thought you would have to take slowly, you still had to tap everywhere, and stomp your feet, and at this point, you were terrified of even putting your feet off anything solid. You put on one of the shirts he got you, it was huge. You sighed as you pulled on some shorts, he really couldn’t bother to try and guess your size? You couldn’t blame him, this was more practical and logical. You could see Otto working, the actuators clicked and moved around, it was fascinating to watch if you were, to be honest, it looked just like how an octopus moved, you were happy his team listened to you. You spotted a broom and got to work, as you swept… and stepped in your dust piles… and swept some more you heard Otto singing to himself, he had an amazing voice, although it was very raspy, it had a charm to it, you never knew he had that… probably because Olivia was screeching all the time in your office. You stopped and listened to him, a small smile creeping on your face.
“Why are you staring at me like that?” you heard Otto ask.
You stumbled and stepped into your dust pile again, you cursed under your breath. “I can’t stare, I was listening… You have a nice voice, I didn’t know that.”
“I do?” Otto asked.
“Yes, I never knew that about you, I like it.”
“Well if you like it, I’ll sing some more.” Otto offered.
“Really?” you smiled.
“Yes, really.”
You hesitated, he was being too nice. “Why are you being so nice to me?”
“I convinced them that you would be more cooperative if we were nicer to you-”
“Of course.” you cut him off coldly.
“And I still love you. And whether you don’t love me back I can handle it… I just want to take care of you.”
“Then let me go.”
“You know I can’t do that.”
“...goodnight Otto.”
“Y/n it’s 12 pm-”
“I said goodnight!” you ran back into your room and tried to cry, but you couldn’t. He still loved you, he was still in there, and you loved him too, you loved him so much it hurt, but you were scared of what would happen if you were his, he was unpredictable, dangerous. And you’ve been with dangerous people before, and it was a nightmare. You refused to live that nightmare again.
“You said that if I revealed my feelings she would listen to me, and that didn’t happen! No, Larry stop proposing that we kill her, we’re not doing that! Just-just work on the calculations, I’ll go talk to her.” you saw him walking towards you, one of the actuators was writing on a clipboard, and the others were clicking nervously.
“y/n…” he started.
“I love you too Otto, but I’m scared.” you blurted out. “What are you scared of dear?” he asked, hovering over you, even though you knew he did that because you were taller than him, and that always bothered him for some reason, it was still so fucking hot. “You! I’m scared of you, I don’t want to be but stars Otto, you-you’ve changed and I can’t bear to lose you because if I accept this Otto then the old one is gone and you’ll eventually be gone and I’ll have no one and you’re insane, you’re insane but I can’t help myself and-”
Otto pulled you into a deep, hungry kiss, his hands wrapped around your waist, rough and firm as he pulled you closer, you kissed him back, you’ve been wanting this for far too long.
“I won’t let anything happen to you, you’re mine,” he growled.
That was all you ever wanted.
Authors note:
HAHA YOU THOUGHT THERE WOULD BE SMEXY TIME? GET PRANKED SIMP LOL
...unless?