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[CLOSED] 'And they were roommates'

[When Otto was sent home, he thought that would've been the end of his troubles. He had his sanity. He had the silence in his head. He had reaffirmation that Peter Parker was someone worth trusting. Going home like this could've been the start of something great. Only... It hadn't been.

The machine was still out of control. Peter and his girlfriend were about to be sucked into that thing. It was too late to turn it off. It'd need to be drowned in the river. He was going to die anyway, ended along with his precious machine - only, he never even got the chance to do that. Glowing rectangular portals opened all around him and for a moment, he expected more people like that sorcerer to come through, but these visitors were quite different. Dressed in some sort of soldier garb and armed with peculiar sticks that glowed when activated. Peter could do nothing to stop them from adding to the chaos, as he was roughly shoved aside. All their attention had been on Otto. They identified themselves as the Time Variance Authority and spouted nonsense about 'crimes against the sacred timeline'; about how he 'had to stand trial'.

He refused to go without a fight, so he fought. The three mechanical limbs which still functioned pushed through these soldiers and threw them aside. Not with the intent to harm, of course. Merely to get rid of them, to get them out of his way. Some were foolish enough to try and dodge around him, only to get sucked into the unstable sun of the reactor. More casualties. Ultimately, Otto saw one of them fiddling with a device to call for back-up and open up another one of those portals. The device was the key, then. One of the tentacles' jaws snatched it out of the soldier's hand and delivered it to Otto's instead. It was childishly easy to operate- the menu's options spoke for themselves. He knew which day was of interest now, he knew which event.

If his newfound existence was a crime against the sacred timeline, so was someone else's. And now that Norman had been 'fixed' with an antiserum, it was difficult to say whether he could still put up a fight when the TVA would come for him two years prior.

The first thing he did was open an enormous time door right beneath his solar fusion reactor, allowing it to fall through. If the TVA's device was to be believed, it'd end up in a planet that was about to be destroyed by a meteor storm. No harm done, then. Even as those in his immediate surroundings attempted to grasp what he'd just done, one of his tentacles snatched up their broken fourth compatriot from the floor. The Goblin might've severed that limb back in the other universe, but it'd traveled back with Otto and he rather hoped he might one day fix the damage. He opened a second time door and dashed through it, leaving behind the few remaining TVA agents and a very confused Peter Parker and MJ.

He's coming for you, Norman.]

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[Norman had his own problems, in the moment. He had been in midair when the sorcerer's magic had overtaken him, and so it was where he found himself again. He wanted to get out of there, to buy himself time to think, but Peter ... Peter was right behind him. A much younger, angrier Spider-Man, who might not be willing to stop and listen to reason after the Goblin had attacked his aunt and tried to kill the Watson girl ... and that cable car.

God, Norman realized, even as the ruined buildings at the edge of the harbor hurtled toward him, There were kids on that car. I could have killed so many children...! Spider-Man might not have been willing to listen to reason, but he had to try. As he angled the glider toward a rooftop that looked stable, he tried to think of how, exactly, to explain that he'd been cured in a moment that had spanned days and no time at all, at once. He leapt from the glider and reached for the helmet which felt so constricting to him, now, like a vise.]

Peter, wait-!

[A glowing orange rectangle appeared, and Norman froze, his already high-strung anxiety ratcheting up as he recognized the color, the flickering light.]

No, no, no, not again...!

[Having taken the door at a run and not daring to slow down until he was certain he'd reached his destination, Otto basically came charging through the other side at full speed. Following that came a very awkward, abrupt halt in his tracks, mechanical limbs weaving with the motion as he attempted to process where exactly he'd ended up. His gaze darted from the New York skyline ahead to the door closing behind him, then on to the friend he'd been hoping to find. He made it in time.]

Norman! [He took a few steps closer, but halted a second time when he noticed just how stressed out the man looked.] Are you alright? Have they come for you yet?

[Reflexively, he threw another glance at their surroundings. He had no idea how far behind the TVA was; or how far ahead? He'd never studied the specifics of time travel and in the chaos, everything became extra confusing.]

Otto-!

[his eyes widened, and he smiled despite himself. he was still in the middle of one hell of a pickle, but somehow - no, really, HOW?! - he had help.

meanwhile, poor Spider-Man swung down behind him, head whipping toward Octavius, his tone incredulous and frustrated]

Reinforcements, Goblin?!

Peter ... Parker, listen...

[Norman managed to get the helmet off at last. Before either of them could say more, another door started to open.]

Who's this now? Marko? ... Max?

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[Otto truly picked the most chaotic moment to arrive, didn't he? When Spider-Man swung in, he already reflexively tried to position himself in front of Norman; to shield him despite knowing Peter would never deal the first blow. It depended how many blows the Goblin had already dealt before now. Even then, they could still talk sense into Peter, he was certain of that much.

But then the next door opened by their side and he knew the situation would only escalate dramatically.]

It's them.

[The statement was half a wheeze, but without a shred of doubt. Sure enough, several TVA soldiers walked through, each stone-faced and brandishing a weapon. The leader, the one holding a tempad of their own, directed a finger their way.]

There. Those two are the source of the variance.

Strange. I thought it'd be just one Variant.

Doesn't matter. Book 'em both.

"Them"?

Look, whoever you guys are - I really could have used you like half an hour ago--

Peter, shut up. None of this is what it looks like.

[Norman took off the mask and threw it toward the closest TVA agent, hoping it would be a decent distraction as he gunned the glider's engine again]

Otto! Go!

[they could head back to Tudor Hills, he thought. home. they'd be safe at home as long as no one followed them. wouldn't they? or would the strange soldiers with the portals know where to find them? hopefully, Norman thought, they could talk on the run.]

[Deep down, Otto knew this Peter Parker wasn't quite his Peter. To this Peter, Otto Octavius was no more than a name written beneath an extensive research paper. That didn't make a difference though, did it? No matter where they went, Peter Parker would always be very distinctly Peter and so, he didn't deserve to get caught in the crossfire. Norman was right, they needed to go.

But not just yet.

Two of Otto's tentacles shot forward, snatching the prune sticks from the TVA agents' hands and snapping them in half. He didn't know exactly what they did, but they were weapons without a doubt. The less of that they faced, the better. With that done, he leaped over to the side of the building, perching right on the edge even as his gaze was still caught on the TVA, staring them down.]

Don't follow us, Peter! This isn't your fight!

[Only then did he turn and leap towards the next building, the jaws of his tentacles digging into the side, very close to the rooftop. The TVA's shouts were no more than distant hollers. He would've hung from the glider instead, but he had no idea whether that thing could carry his weight or not. He wouldn't just be a second passenger, he'd be a second passenger loaded with hefty metal arms.]

We're in deep trouble, Norman!

[Norman was thankful Otto had NOT decided to hitch a ride on the glider - there was no way it would have held the collective weight of the man and his arms. it had scarcely made it through troubleshooting and he was still fixing bits of damage here and there every time he fought Spider-Man ... but it was in far better order now than it had been in front of the Statue. at least temporal anomalies were kind in one regard.

he swooped down, staying close but just far enough ahead so that he could lead the way to the penthouse complex in Manhattan where he and Harry lived]

I could kinda see that, yeah - who were those people? I didn't recognize any of them from the other dimension, and they sure as hell weren't dressed like sorcerers.

[Otto was a little too preoccupied to notice just where Norman was leading the way to. Most of his attention was over his shoulder, to be certain they weren't being followed too closely. Seemed like the TVA agents couldn't fly, at least.]

They're not with the sorcerer, but as it turns out, he had a point about tampering with the stability of space-time. [A pause as he leapt towards the next building, his left bottom tentacle smashing its way through the outer wall. Someone inside screamed.] -Sorry! Sorry about that! [He quickly scrambled up along the side of the building to the rooftop.]

They call themselves the... The Time Variance Authority. Apparently, being sent back the way we are is a crime against the 'sacred timeline'. ...We were meant to die as villains and something tells me that an arrest won't lead to a few years of jail time.

[somewhere down below them, sirens wailed. Norman could see the flicker of red and blue lights back where they'd come from: police cars finally making their way onto his tail now that he'd left the warehouse ruins near Roosevelt Bridge. the trip to the penthouse wasn't very far at all - unhindered he'd made it in just a few minutes by glider - but with Otto following and possibly police on their tail ... maybe a detour was necessary. he scanned the buildings lining the East River, looking for any place that might be a good stop until something blew over]

Meant to?!

[his temper got the best of him, Goblin or no, his voice climbing into that rough, gravel-coated screech]

Who the hell made them the ones to decide? I've had enough of rolling over when someone tells me what to do, how to handle what life throws at me. Haven't you?

[Otto had been making some pretty good headway, leaping across those buildings, but the change of voice caused him to halt quite abruptly in his tracks again. After what happened in the apartment- how the Goblin had been right under their nose and Otto hadn't seen it- he was a bit more on edge. The serum had worked though, right? It must've. This was just Norman himself, being rightfully upset.

So he took one more leap, trying to land a bit closer to his friend.]

... Of course I have. Why do you think I came back for you? We're not going to roll over. Trouble is, I don't know if there's any escape for us in this timeline. Their technology is awfully advanced. [To illustrate his point, he held up the tempad and waved it for Norman to see.]

Ooh!

[Norman angled the glider, flying a little closer so that Otto didn't have to risk breaking any more windows. That tech was new and shiny, but it still had a very retro feel to the design. He wanted to reach out and take it for a closer look, but that would risk either of them dropping it. No thank you. Instead, he looked up at Otto with a crooked smile, eyes sparkling with mischief]

Otto! What did you do? You shouldn't steal people's toys.

[says the man wearing stolen armor and riding a stolen glider. look, when you invented the stuff, is it technically stealing? course not.]

[Norman's little jest rightfully raised the question of how Peter Parker would've felt about this thievery, but then... Peter stole a wizard's magic spell box and trapped the guy over the grand canyon for twelve hours. The end justified the means, he supposed, and everyone was allowed to be a bit morally gray when lives were in danger.]

If anyone were to ask, I borrowed it and took it for a test run. [He smiled wryly and brought the tempad back down towards his face to peer down at it.] It doesn't seem capable of traveling the multiverse, only the timeline of the universe we're currently in. I... don't suppose you know what moment in time Flint Marko was returned to?

[He felt bad for the sand man- he really did. But he never actually struck up a conversation with the guy, making it impossible to know just when to save him. If Norman didn't know either, Marko was on his own for the time being.]

[Norman winced. he hadn't spoken to Marko much, either: the man had kept to himself or spoken mostly with Max.]

Marko? No, I don't. ... I wish I had. He did say something about a daughter ... and that we'd both been dead for years. Could try going forward and checking the papers... you know Jonah would be all over someone like him.

[Otto bites the inside of his cheek, frowning. Meanwhile, the two top tentacles hang their 'heads'.]

We don't have the luxury of jumping around too much, I'm afraid. This thing runs on battery power, and it's already half empty. [Or half full? ... No, empty. Definitely empty.] We need to find a safe place to charge it. It doesn't look as easy as plugging it into a power outlet, either.

Oscorp.

[he says it without any hesitation, already angling the glider in a different direction.]

No matter what it runs on, we should be able to jury-rig something at the lab, and ... and it'll still be closed off.

[he winces a little at that: sure, Mendel's body will be long gone, but ... he'd be returning to a place that, all things considered, has some pretty big weight to it for him now]

[Otto hesitates for a moment, since OsCorp doesn't feel like the safest place to be right now. If the TVA has files on the both of them, they'll know about their labs, their homes, perhaps even their favorite diners. But then... If they use the last bit of charge to jump through time at random, there's no telling where they might end up. They could be stuck there forever. Isn't it better to charge the tempad somewhere familiar?]

... Let's go.

[He slips the tempad into his inside pocket, where it won't run the risk of falling out or breaking.]

[it's a longer distance to Oscorp than the penthouse, but it's easy enough to change routes ... and the buildings get taller the farther they get from the river. soon Norman is landing the glider on the roof, stashing it behind the bank of exhaust fans, and using his keycard to open the roof access door that leads to the staircase from the helipad.]

C'mon.

[he leads Otto down a flight, then scans them into another hallway, the one leading to his private office and the elevator leading to the lab. it'll be a tight fit for the two of them with the actuators, but ... he can suffer being a little squished for this, most certainly. his hair is disheveled, his cheek a little bruised, but the fight at Ellis Island left him largely unscathed. even so, he's exhausted, and leans in the corner of the elevator, reaching out to punch the proper button: twenty floors down.]

[Otto isn't looking his best either. He hasn't had a proper sleep since that whole multiverse incident- no, even before that. That, and he's still missing one of his actuators after the Goblin severed it. Instead of leaving it on the roof with the glider, he's brought it along, just in case they have to wait while the tempad recharges. He might be able to do a quick fix and reattach it, at the very least. Whether he'll get it in working order is a whole other question.

Even so, he watches Norman from the corner of his eye with concern. 'Dr. Octopus' had it bad these past few days, but he's certain the Green Goblin is worse when it comes to self care.]

... Are you alright?

[it's such a ridiculous question that Norman doesn't even know how to answer. it takes a moment to even register, and he looks up at Otto with a very distinguished and intelligent...]

Wuh?

[then his brain catches up with real life, and he gives an embarrased cross between a cough and a chuckle. before and after being in Peter's apartment, he was roughing it on rooftops and in alleys under the Goblin's control, and his throat is a little taxed from the night air.]

I'll be fine. We just need to get this taken care of. First things first, Otto. The gadget, and then ... maybe while it's charging, I can do something about that actuator.

[In the grand scope of things, it's absolutely a ridiculous question. Things might never be truly 'alright' with them anymore. Even so... He can't just ignore the fact that Norman's looking (and sounding) worse for wear. He wishes he could do more, but at the moment the situation really is just a sequence of precarious blind leaps in hopes of reaching somewhere better.]

No... No, I can have a look at the actuator myself. It might be better for you to... [He wants to say "rest", but they don't have that luxury right now, do they? So he goes with the next best productive thing:] Keep watch.

[he hears that unspoken word in the pause, and for a moment his hackles go up. he can hear That Voice telling him how weak he is, how useless ... but it's only echoes, and now they sound more like his father than the Goblin. given enough time, he might start to realize just how closely the two were intertwined, but this isn't the right moment for introspection in the least. Norman swallows, whatever sharpness had crept into his gaze melting into thoughtful concentration.]

Of course. If anyone does follow us, there's another exit at the back - it leads to the service stairwell.

[he pulls a rolling stool over toward the doorway, where he can perch just out of sight and listen for footsteps, watch for flashlights and shadows.]

I'm sorry I broke it, Otto. I -

[his voice catches on his guilt, and breaks]

I'm sorry about so much, so very much, and I'm sure - I'm absolutely sure you are, too. This ... we're so much more than this. Aren't we? Still? I want to believe we are.

[Even as Norman moves the stool, Otto's already fiddling with the tempad, making sure it's hooked up properly to an outlet. It seems to be charging alright with this voltage. Perhaps, since it was created by a timetraveling agency, they made sure it would be able to connect to typical power sources throughout the ages. Even so, it doesn't look like the most ideal way to charge it. It'll take a while to fill up like this.

He looks up at the sudden apology, and the breaking of Norman's voice. The way he sees it, Norman's not the one who broke the actuator. Norman's not the one who did any of those horrible things he's likely apologizing for. That was the Goblin. Hypocrisy at its finest, since he absolutely blames himself for what 'Dr. Octopus' did. He ends up tilting his head a bit, forcing a smile.]

Peter believed it as well. All three of them did. Who are we to dismiss brilliant minds like those? [A moment's pause as he places the severed actuator on a nearby table before him.] ... We can be so much more. All we need is a chance to prove it.

You're right.

[he pulls himself together quickly. Osborns don't get emotional in front of other people, It's Not Done. when Otto's back is turned, he swipes the back of a hand roughly across his eyes, then checks the hallway again]

Too bad that thing can't charge closer to the door. I could poke at it a little while you're working. But ... tell me more about this Agency. They don't think we should be here?!

[Thankfully for Norman, Otto doesn't notice the hand gesture. He's already turned his attention to the severed actuator, checking the damage to all the wiring inside. That's going to be the worst to fix, really. Still, he can talk as he works.]

I'll admit, the details are still a bit fuzzy, but I think I understand the gist of it. ... Peter said that he wanted to change our fates, though it seems like that itself is already a crime. The Agency mentioned something called the 'sacred timeline'. I expect that's the way things are meant to be, at least according to them. I'm not certain who or what determines how the sacred timeline is meant to flow. There's some sort of information archive in the tempad device, but I haven't had time to peruse it yet.

Sacred.

[he says the word as a curse - not entirely surprising for someone who favors science and hard fact over superstition and religion. the more Otto explains, the more the gears in his head turn.]

So even though you and I are back to ourselves, we're still breaking the law by someone's standards. I don't know about you, but that seems like a particularly pungent load of manure. Those things are used for travel through time, you said? ... What if we went somewere we weren't meant to be, but kept our heads down a while? Some other decade, some other place.

[Otto doesn't like the equation to religion either, but... Well, he never believed in magic either, and that other universe proved him wrong several times over. Who even knows how much truth a word like 'sacred' might hold to it? Best not to ask questions.]

That seems like our best bet right now. Go into hiding somewhere- [He shakes his head.] Sometime, so we can regroup in peace. There's something else that bothers me, though. One of those agents said something about us being the source of 'variance'. Regardless of what that actually is, it seems like they can track it.

So whenever we go ...

[his eyes narrow thoughtfully]

... we have to maintain the status quo. Which means we have to find a way to hide those arms of yours. Or safely separate them.

[Otto had just picked up some pliers to try and pull the broken wiring out of the actuator a bit, but that last statement startles him so badly that he freezes in his actions. His head whips back up to stare Norman's way.]

Separate?!

Calm down.

[he says it gently, holding up a hand]

Only if it's possible to do without hurting you, Otto. I'm not saying you wouldn't ever be able to use them again. And if it's not an option, then we'll figure out another way to hide them.

[It's not himself Otto's worried about. Granted, the whole 'melted into his spinal cavities' thing does give a valid reason for concern there. Trouble is, the last time someone tried to remove the actuators, they fought back and people died. He instinctively raises a hand to the back of his neck. Things are different now; he hasn't heard the voices once in all this time, but that doesn't mean they aren't there. They're simply being prevented from reaching his brain. The AI would effectively be screaming into a void if it were threatened now.]

... It's not an option. [The statement is quiet and absolute. He's grateful for having regained control, but he doesn't need any 'fixing' beyond that.] If maintaining the status quo is the goal, we simply need to go somewhere without people.

[Norman's curiosity is boundless as ever, but he stops himself from asking why. This isn't the time for it - there are more important things to consider]

Someplace without people but still with enough resources for us to comfortably survive. Bit of a tall order, don't you think? We'd have to be very specific.

[There's quite a lot Norman doesn't know about Otto's situation, all things considered. Rosie, for example. It's not something they had a chance to discuss in the other universe, nor does Otto want to raise that topic of his own accord. He turns his attention back to the actuator, once again tugging at the wiring with a pair of pliers.]

... Hermits are around in this world. I can't say if they're living comfortably, but they're living. Nice little cabin in the woods, or up in some mountain range... Who knows? They might even deliver pizza to a place like that. [Is he joking? Maybe. Sort of.] And if that fails... Well, humanity's bound to go out some day, isn't it? Perhaps they'll do so with a sudden bang and leave their belongings behind, food and all.

Hermits.

[he says it haltingly, the word tasting odd in his mouth. not only because of how accustomed he became to a life of luxury, but because of how roughly he had to live in that other New York while the Goblin had control. shivering in alleys, scrounging for scraps, cobbling things onto the armor, barely allowed to sleep while he made what repairs and upgrades he could for that final assault. he doesn't want to go back to that, to that sort of hardscrabble life.

but then Otto makes the crack about pizza delivery, and Norman manages a weak smile.]

Alright, alright. Cabin in the middle of nowhere first, though. I'm not sure I'm quite up for nuclear wastelands yet.

[Otto's already made peace with the fact that the life he had was gone. Destroyed with his old lab- killed like Rosie. Mind, he hasn't processed the loss in a healthy emotional way, he just knows there's no way to undo it. A cabin out in the middle of nowhere won't be too different from a ruined old warehouse by the docks. At least now, he'll have enough common sense to eat and sleep instead of obsessing over some useless machine. And he'll have an actual human companion. It's a thought that helps him more than anything else.]

Despite my degree in the matter, I've had enough of nuclear anything to last me a lifetime. [This was absolutely a joke.] The cabin will be fine. We'll be fine.

[With the wiring finally properly exposed, Otto raises the part of the actuator that's still attached to his body to see whether it'll connect properly. C'mon Larry, live!]

[he sees the joke for what it is - the two always did have similar senses of humor, after all. Otto has earned a weak chuckle for the quip, and Norman wonders if he even has the right to laugh at anything, after what he's done. he needs to earn it back. he has a long way to go before he can even consider happiness for himself.]

When you say it like that, I almost believe you.

[he stands, hoping to get a better view of the repair work]

How's it look?

[A chuckle is progress. It may not be much, but in a most stifling environment, the slightest breeze is already welcome. Who knows, maybe if the denial regarding the fact that they're absolutely screwed is strong enough, something positive will come rolling out.]

Well, it's fixable. [Which is still an ambiguous statement, and he knows it.] I don't suppose you have any soldering tools?

[the most 'really???' raise of Norman's eyebrows is directed toward Otto, before he moves over to a nearby tool cabinet: stacks and stacks of slim chrome and powder-coated steel in white and Oscorp green. without hesitation, he pulls a drawer open and unearths a soldering kit and a spool of solder, bringing them over.]

Here, I'll plug it in. Everything you need should be in there, it's a good kit. Had it for years.

[what he forgot is that there are still little green metal shavings inside the kit itself, along with a few spare circuit boards: the last thing he worked on with that kit was the mask]

How much time do you figure we have before they catch up?

[Truth be told, Otto doesn't really know what sort of things Norman got up to in his laboratory, both before and after the Goblin was born. Military research is a very broad term and Otto was so deep in his own project, he couldn't spare too much attention on what old friends were up to. In hindsight, he wishes he had paid more attention. Perhaps he could've prevented Norman from resorting to desperate measures.

It's always hindsight, isn't it?

He accepts the kit with a nod of his head and while he does take note of the green shavings, he doesn't comment on them. Best to set to work right away. And hey, the kit includes goggles, so let's be sure to wear those too!]

That's the question, isn't it? Time. They all have these Tempad devices as well. I'm surprised they weren't already lying in wait when we got here.

[Perhaps they're setting up a trap somewhere nearby. Or perhaps they aren't giving off enough of that 'variance' energy right now for the TVA to figure out they're here. Perhaps, perhaps... So many theories, so few clues.]

Damn it, did I just jinx us?

[he gets up from his chair and starts dragging racks of supplies over in front of the door. he may be sore, and tired, but this is more important, and Otto is occupied.]

I'll secure the room best as I can. Solder faster.

[sure enough, the TVA are just arriving on the roof, having sensed the presence of the glider. they may be able to buy a few more minutes...]

["Solder faster" are not words a perfectionist likes to hear. Especially when it pertains to a limb that's basically an extension of himself. He knows very well the situation is dire, though. So this wire connects to that one, this goes there... Are those pounding footsteps above them?

Solder faster...!

Nearing those final connections, there's already a bit of life in the actuator. The claw twitches, even rolls sideways a bit. But it's not connected enough to make those very precise movements just yet.]

Almost there... Just one more wire.

Damn it.

[Norman scans the room, hearing the footsteps grow closer. It's a lab, damn it, he thinks. There's plenty of things he can use as a diversion... ]

That thing you stole. Does it need an actual door to work?

[backup generator. distilled water. yes, the idea brewing would do quite nicely as long as they don't need the door he just blocked. Norman's already pulling the generator down off the shelf, even so. If they need the door he'll think of something else.]

What? [The question is a little distracting to him, but he tears his attention away from the actuator to process it all the same.] ... No. No, it can open its own door wherever.

[Or, at least, it did the last time he used it. That's good enough for him. His functional actuators use their tweezers to connect the last wire and he quickly looks back down to solder it together. As soon as it's done, they can leave. Though... That does mean leaving the glider behind on the roof, he realizes vaguely.]

Good.

[he starts emptying the distilled water onto the floor, making a puddle large enough to cover the area of the door, but not so large that it'd spill into Otto's work space]

You'll want to stay away from this door, then.

[Otto's smart, Norman knows. it won't take him more than a nanosecond to realize what kind of trap Norman's building for the TVA.]

[Otto catches sight of the trap that's being set up from the corner of his eye, even as he continues soldering. He knows he's safe where he's currently standing, but that doesn't quite stop the cold chill cantering down his spine. Electric currents hit him damn hard and he's lucky Electro failed to fry his chip back then, or things would've ended very badly for everyone. Next time, he might not get so lucky, so he intends there to not be a next time. Ever.

Just a little more... Just finishing up that final little seam-]

Done. [He puts the soldering tool aside and the actuator's vertebrae all snap neatly back into place, covering up all the internal wiring. Larry's as good as new! Where's that TVA at?]

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