[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.]
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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!