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“Liv?” You whimper as she takes off your webbed mask.
“No, no, no, no.” Liv panics, her gloved hand grabs at your face. Blood seeping down the big cut above your eye. You can’t breathe, you wheeze out as you can’t keep your eyes open.
“My love, no - stay awake! You said you were at work! You forgot to tell me you were a superhero.” Liv cried out as she cradled your body against hers.
“S’okay Liv, I love you.” You manage to croak out, but her mechanical robotic arms move her. She clings to your body, moving as fast as she can through the city. Not caring one bit about the fight, Kingpin be damned. Liv was about to lose the only reason she got up in the morning.
“No, no, stay with me. Don’t go.” She begs as blood drips from your lips.
You lose the ability to stay awake, somewhere between the wheezing and inhaling of blood.
You woke on a medical table with an IV and sensors to beeping machines. What was left of your suit was torn off you. Lifting a wool blanket, you see you’re in a pair of Liv's sweatpants and her oversized maroon MIT sweatshirt.
You grab at the needle in your arm and yank it out, swinging your legs over the medical table you fall forward, grabbing onto one of her desks.
Papers fell as you tried to catch yourself, your knees not supporting you.
A newspaper flipped over, showing pictures of Doc Ock and Spider-Girl falling from a skyscraper sixty-two stories up.
Another photo taken of Dock Ock kissing a masked spidergirl creating breaking news.
You tried to breathe but wheezed again, grabbing the desk, The Daily Bugle falling to your feet. You can’t believe it.
“No,no no.” You whisper, spinning on your heel to see if there’s an exit, a vent, anything you can crawl in and get out with.
Only the sliding security doors to the office open with a beep and a green light, her handprint scanned. You hold your breath, wishing you could turn invisible.
Your so-called girlfriend steps in, this time not rocking the tenticles' arms.
The scars on her back from a ‘procedure’ on her spine really were an understatement for what the scientist had done.
Her expression is exhausted until she sees your figure standing, then her eyes widen just a bit, her mouth opening. Dark hair falling, tangled and gorgeous just how you loved to see it. Your scarf and headband you’d given Liv, she’d adorned with a lab coat.
The villain seemed so delighted at seeing your tattered body upright and awake.
“You’re okay.” Liv says like she really wasn’t sure if you’d heal. But you’re sure none of her normal ex’s would have survived such bodily harm.
“You’re- you took me to your lab?” You question, trying not to make it obvious that your focus is on your suit in the corner.
“You-you.” Liv walked over to see you’d pulled out the monitors and IV, frustration thudding through her. “You in a hurry Spidergirl?”
“That’s not funny.” You bristled, and Liv reached out to grab your arm and you flinched. Making her scowl harder.
“No, what’s not funny is finding out you’re fighting your girlfriend and your boss throws her off a bridge. That’s not funny, you didn’t think to mention this while you were sleeping over last night, huh? Or Jesus, at any point? How far along in the relationship were you going to wait to tell me about your web shooting abilities?” Liv grabs your arm harder than necessary and pushes you back onto the bed. You allow her to, sitting as you try to figure out where the lie had started.
She lets out frustrated noises as she opens a drawer next to the bedside for a new IV.
“I don’t need your help-I-”
“No, no, you don’t, right - because you have crazy super powers you didn’t mention. Fuck you asked me to open a jar the other day, what you just think that’s funny? Spidergirl eggs on villain with breakfast in bed and cuddling? Huh, you- stop moving.” Liv huffed as she pushed in another line so that you could get an IV once more.
Bending across the blanket,s she finds where you’d thrown the monitors off your body.
“I need to leave.” You look at the paper again.
“No, you need to heal - which you do very quickly. But you still need liquids and rest. After that you can punch me or shoot webs over my office.”
“Liv, Kingpen-”
“Has no idea you’re here. Why do you think your super suit is in a corner? No one knows you’re here - I used a special entrance. Oh oops! Didn’t mean to tell you more secret information. Seeing as you are so good at lying, do me a favor and don’t use that as an in the next time you want to stab me in the back!” Liv says sticking the sensor on your body, moving fabric to the side. Used to seeing you naked, her hands don’t shake; she’s sure of every action.
“The papers-”
“Kingpin will believe me, he has no reason not to.” Her glasses shine in the light and she appears like someone you don’t know now.
You grab her wrist to stop her and her glare is so hard you think your temperature physically went up.
“I have to leave- that photo-”
“You have to be checked out by a doctor, good thing you’re fucking one. Now lay back down, no one knows you’re here. No one’s going to know you’re here. Just rest, as your super hero bones mend, you can think of how you want to explain to me why you’ve been lying.” Ock tells you angrily as she lifts your knees to make you swing back to a horizontal position on the bed.
“You have a bed in your lab?” You question, not thinking clearly. Liv lifts an eyebrow, understanding your thought immediately.
She’d fucked you against her desk on more than one occasion. Pushing her cum inside of you and making you cockwarm when she’d been late at the office.
The snappy implication is that they could have been doing that the whole time on a more comfortable surface.
You instantly turn bashful for the heavy memory, your ears turning red.
“I borrowed it from a colleague; it’s not mine. Close your eyes.” Liv says, snapping her fingers as the lights shut off, only the underglow of emergency lights under her desk. The hum of her computer and the white noise that pumped through the office so that Liv didn’t have to listen to people walk by or be stupid.
Your mind is foggy, your head is heavy, you hadn’t finished healing - your girlfriend was right. Just a minute more…
But that didn’t mean you felt good about sleeping here; it was an office funded by Kingpin. Still, you yawned, as much as you didn’t trust the man - you knew Olivia Octavius. Knew that she’d watch you, guard you from the troubles from outside the lab.
You blink sleepily, letting your head fall back, and you look over your shoulder to see Liv sitting on her exercise ball, rolling her ankles as she types on her computer.
Her body tight, not simply from the fight - but from the fear of this new development. She had bandages and gauze, bruises forming on her neck, one on her right cheek from your foot colliding with her face.
In the dim light, it was still impossible to ignore the facts, Olivia was gorgeous.
You couldn’t make her feel better, even if you wanted to. You couldn’t lie and say this would all work out. So instead, you fell back asleep and tried to imagine a world where Liv was a scientist, and you were a regular twenty-something-year-old with a passion for cameras. No superpowers, no supervillains, no ulterior motives, just two people in love. So simple, so right.
The idea of it is so beautiful that the dream keeps you company as Liv types on her computer.
When you wake again, it’s to the image of Olivia falling from a great height, and Kingpin slitting your throat as you watch her neck snap.
You jerk awake and Liv holds your bicep to keep you laying down. She’d been busy unbandaging your wrist now. Seeing the joint mend itself at a rapid rate.
“Easy there, Spidergirl. You’re just having a rush of GABA, it’s nothing to worry about.” She tells you, her glasses perched on her nose.
You close your eyes again and sag back onto the bed.
“You know, normal people would just say to their girlfriend, ‘you're just having a bad dream.’” You point out, secretly so infatuated by how smart she is. How easily she understood your dreams of STEM.
You rub at your face to try and get the sleep out of them; the scratches across your face now have bandages.
You hear Liv snort at such an idea.
“Normal people don’t understand the chemical releases of the brain. Well, most people are idiots.” She supplies and her skilled fingers touch your ribs, you wince a little but it’s not bad considering what you’d just gone through.
Still, Liv’s unhappy with the discomfort you show.
“Still painful?” She questions and you snort now.
“I heal, it doesn’t make it not painful.” You supply and the doctor chews on the inside of her cheek. Hands going to push at the otherisde of your ribs.
“Girlfriend.” She whispered and stepped back, taking her glasses off her face to rub at her eyes.
“Yeah?” You question and then figure out quickly why that might be a loaded name.
“I didn’t think you would still call me that after…” She slips her glasses back onto her nose and studies you.
“Liv…”
“You could have told me at any point. You just let me act like an idiot.” Her harsh words aren’t raised, but strong and sharp. She clenches her fists, and you try to think of how to explain. But Liv hated the idea of being made a fool. So this wouldn’t be easy.
“I suspected…But I wasn’t sure. I mean I didn’t want to believe it. I thought if, if I defeated Kingpin then….we’d never have to talk about it.” You supply, soundling like a child. Liv closes her eyes and tilts her head up to the ceiling at that stupid of explanation.
“What if I’d gotten you pregnant?” She says her chin is coming down and her eyes are stabbing you harder than the pain in your ribs.
“It was a scare….” You can’t rationalize this and she laughs with a level of cruelty you’d only ever seen Doc Ock give.
“I could have killed the mother of my child and never known. I should have known. I should have figured it out, I mean, you can’t keep an appointment to save your life. You’re always leaving things, you were so secretive but - fuck I didn’t want to see it. I wanted you!” Liv throws her hands in your direction, and the veins in her forearm pop out, and your heart breaks.
“Wanted.” You repeat, and Liv’s mouth opens, but you look down at your lap.
“Wait a minute-” The brilliant scientist starts up but you’re already unraveling.
“I understand, I mean I’m your arch enemy right? Why would you want to have a child who could be part of my DNA? Spidergirls a freak, right?” You go to rip the IV out again and Liv tries to stop you.
“I never said that! Stop this, sit back down!” Her concern is coming out as anger when really the idea of you leaving her is terrifying the older woman.
“Kingpin is a murderer, and you just-”
“Hey, we’ve talked about this! He funds my research! I don’t have to agree with him!”
“You’re associated with a killer!”
“So are you! Fuck, when did you get so high and mighty! You think I got this far as a woman in this field by keeping my hands clean! What a child you are! To think everything is so black and white. It must be nice to have such a strong sense of justice that you can look down your nose at me!”
“I’m leaving.” You say swinging your legs over the bed.
“Like fuck you are!” Liv shouts too loudly, her bloody lip from the fight is now purple like bits of her hair. You won’t allow yourself the guilt.
“Oh, why, am I waiting for Kingpin to get out of a meeting and come kill me?” You sneer and that pisses your girlfriend off to no end. The condescending idea that this was some kind of way to trap you.
“Be quiet, the walls are thin! I hid you, why would I give you up to him? Why would you think that?” She whisper yells and it’s bullshit.
“I mean we did almost fight to the death, it makes sense that you’d turn me in, right?” You say it with such venom, but you don’t believe it. You must be convincing enough though, because Liv actually stagger backwards.
“Is that how you see me?”
“Does it matter how I see you? I’m just some young smart girl you had fun with. Now that I’m inconvenient, I no longer work for your lifestyle. You don’t like complicated, and this is complicated.” You wave in the air, your stomach flips, and you want to throw up. Never in your worst nightmares did you think you would break up.
Liv’s eyes are darting around you, as though she’s studying you. Then she’s braver than you’d given a villain credit for.
“Did you for a single second think that just maybe we were worth leaving all this behind, the city, the crime, the corruption? Just you and me somewhere far from all of it.” Liv asked and you stared blankly at her. You’d never thought the scientist would think of leaving her life's work.
There’s an alarm that goes off, and you jump.
Liv curses and goes to her computer to see the cameras.
“You have to go.” She says now, and you hop off of the bed and stagger. She hears it and twists to look over her shoulder. “Can you walk?”
“Oh yeah,” you respond, more hopeful than truthful. You stagger over to your super suit. But it’s too torn apart, you can’t use it.
“No time,” Liv says, and you can hear the thumping of the man's feet. You take the suit and shove it into one of her metal lockers and shut it.
Then spin around feeling air coming out of one of the walls, your fingers follow it until you pull a tiny lever. “Good girl, go to my place.”
You are bout to argue with her when you hear Kingpin’s heavy breathing as he thuds down the hall. You slip behind the wall, but Liv grabs your hand.
“Don’t be stupid, I love you. Don’t get caught.” Her eyes are wide and scared, you want to say it back - say anything. But she pushes your hand away and shuts the wall.
You are running through some tunnels, your leg giving out every now and then. Your knee is killing you, but you press on - until you turn to a smaller pipe opening. You squeeze through it and wonder how Liv does this with her pipe tentacle machine thingy.
Your face is quickly met with the cool air of January.
It’s a forest, the glow of the light through the trees is a discomfort, you are far from the city. This was gonna suck.
You hold out both wrists,( one so sore still, but whatever) pushing web out to the tallest three and slingshot yourself into the air. Trying to swing low, keep a smaller profile.
It takes two hours until you get to a bus stop, out of breath and barefoot.
You have no phone, no money, no ID. So you wait until the bus for the city leaves and you quietly land on top of it, lying flat, you use your web to secure your left foot and you take a long breath.
“Take a nice nap.” You said to no one, as the wind whipped through you. You stretched your hips and got comfortable.
You hear the brakes squeak as you cross the bridge, you stretch your shoulders and they pop. Then you stand on the bus seeing the sights of a cloudy, stormy Manhattan.
You hear someone shout Spider-Girl, then you shoot your web and swing.
You want to be a stubborn ass, go home, go to a coffee shop, fuck go anywhere but to Liv’s house. But you had to lie low. Your options were limited, and Liv’s house was more secure than Fortnox. So you swing there, landing on her building's doorstep.
You wince, not wanting to be barefoot in grungey New York.
You use the code that was fifteen digits long. Getting in and making your way to the top of the three-level place. Bottom level being her lab, middle level living room and kitchen, small library, but the top was the master and master bath.
You really could use a shower.
You ignore the cameras that track your every movement. Heading up the stairs and entering her bedroom.
You peel off the borrowed clothes and toss them into the hamper. Turning the shower on as hot as it could go.
You think back to past villains, Electro, Sandman, Carnage, fuck even Mysterio. All of those assholes had been difficult. But it was easier now, looking back, because you hadn’t been in love with any of them.
You step your dirty feet into the giant rainfall shower. Hissing as the scolding water hit your cuts, the ones across your back from road rash from being thrown was especially tender. You close your eyes and breathe in the steam.
How does one fall in love with a murderous villain, weren’t you supposed to have the tingle? Why hadn’t the tingle gone off when you were making love to Liv?
You knew the answer, screwing your face up in pain, it was because Liv wasn’t a monster.
Liv was a lot of things, chronically big spoon, horrible at keeping her glasses from being broken. Terrible at brushing her hair or taking care of her curls. She double-dipped her knife in peanut butter and jelly, gross. Disliked orange tea, chewed on her bottom lip when she was doing advanced math for an equation.
She kept a deplorable sleep schedule. Needed to grocery shop better, to stop drinking those soil protein shakes that are supposed to replace real food.
Not to mention, Liv snored during movies, she had a photographic memory which made her annoying to argue with.
But she rubbed your feet when she told you stories. She loved doing your laundry, making you tea, kiss your nose.
Liv was so excited to show you off to her colleagues. Boast about how smart you are. How you’d graduated from MIT in half the time as others, she listened when you were upset. Held you tight in the night when the GABA reminded you what losing as Spidergirl looked like. Your worst fears.
Liv was the nefarious Doc Ock. The tenticled villain who once threw you against a running subway.
But she was also the only one who ever loved with no prerequisites, no rules, completely and utterly unconditionally.
She surprisingly didn’t kick you out when you argued her ideas on string theory. Didn’t yell at you when you chewed on her pen caps. Or when you cried from grief, no - Liv was in love with you. Not Spidergirl, and it felt so fucking good.
You hadn’t realized the water had turned cold, or that the light had changed. You’d dissociated standing under the spray.
Your tingle spiked, and you spun to see Liv.
She must have been standing there longer than you’d thought, because she’s already taken off her glasses and shirt. Unhooking her bra and trousers, you wipe at the water on your face. Bandages wet against your eye, cheek, and jaw.
You try to blink away the wet to see your love naked.
Doctor Olivia had been nervous to tell you she was intersex; you had only ever seen her as perfect. Her genitals ranged closer to the masculine. Her cock a gorgeous six inches that filled you perfectly. She hadn’t thought her balls could make enough sperm to have your ‘scare.’ But it turned out you two fit in every way.
You watch - a little blurry as the water and condensation made it harder to make out all of Liv’s features. But you needed to see her. Was she real?
Or was this a dream? You hated to find out this was a figment of your imagination.
Liv was quickly nude and opened the glass shower door. Rendering you desperate, exhausted, and in need of her arms.
“Hi.” You whisper, fearful that the truth of what you two were would have ruined this part. The part where you both could simply fall into one another.
But as Dock Ock got closer, thankfully not minding the cold shower as that was her preference.
She easily pushed the heavy, wet hair over your shoulder and cupped your face. Her thumb careful not to touch any cuts.
Her forehead had a new butterfly stitched she’d done herself. You opened your mouth to tell her she shouldn’t get it wet. Trying not to think of how she’d acquired it in your absence.
When Liv surged forward and kissed you, her nose brushing against yours as she pushed you against the tile wall.
You were going to need to rethink the morality of justice and good and bad.
You wrap your arms around her waist so she is flush against your body.
You both sigh at the wet contact and then Liv’s kissing you again, open-mouth and hungry.
You try your best to keep up, but you can’t get enough. Your hands possessed, finding the gentle spot on her lower back and ass. Careful of the plate in her back, not wanting to make her uncomfortable, even now.
Her shaft is wet and warm as it pushes against your pubic hair and thigh. Like it’s giving your body a kiss as well. Both of your pubic hairs are wet, and it feels good pressing against the other.
Liv’s moaning as she tries her best not to push her cock between your folds. But to stay semi-hard next to your sex.
As you kiss her lips, you grind against her body, wet flesh muscles sore and desperate.
Your hand snaked between your body to cup under her dick. Livs jaw slacks like you’d just put her under a trance.
But quickly, you were being pinned harder to the cold tile, and Liv was licking aggressively the length of your tongue, and then tracing your bottom lip. Enjoying your spit like it was ambrosia from the gods.
“Liv-liv.” You murmur as you gently stroke her dick.
“Tell you what,” She hesitated, something soft falling over her facial features.
You got a devilish pout, as you slowly spit down, it hanging in the air before resting hot and glorious on her cock.
Liv was a genius, but she was also human.
“What?” You pouted, rubbing your spit over her sensitive tip.
Rendering the evil scientist stupid as she tried to speak and couldn’t finish a sentence.
“In 1609 - Spain and Dutch did- Or that is Live and Let Live in-in WWI and or the Civil War they-” She stutters thoughts unfinished.
You get down on your knees as the water pools against your body. Liv puts two hands out to the wall - holding it for dear life.
“Are you trying to say we could call a truce, Doctor?” You questioned, and you watched as Dock Ock shivered.
“I mean- I don’t see why we couldn’t- or shouldn’t-” She babbles like a moron, and you love it. You let your tongue lick under her now rock hard cock. Your friend twitches and bumps against your top lip and nose, you kiss just at the top of her balls. Waiting patiently for Liv to remember how to talk, you blink up at her, feigning innocence. The water collects on your eyelashes as you bat them up at her.
This isn’t how you’d thought you’d kill Doc Ock. But you were both seeming to be okay with the way she fell.
You pepper small kisses all down your lover's shaft. Then let your tongue slide along her slit, tasting the salty precum that drips for you. The idea of her semen sliding out of you again is too delicious. Your pupils dilate, and you cup your sex, pushing your fingers against your own clit.
Liv loves this, never having a lover want to suck her like this. But what made it all better, was watching you masturbate and gag as you swallow the villain's dick.
Liv’s shoulders hunched over, her fingers slapping on the tile as sweat dripped down her neck to mix with the shower. She finds her strength, guiding her cock to your bruised lips.
“Open your mouth, Spidergirl.”