CHAPTER 48

                                    

                                          

"WHAT IF I TOLD YOU IM A MASTERMIND?"
LETTING A TON OF CRIMINALS INTO Happy Hogans apartment probably wasn't the best idea. Happy wouldnt be thrilled, after all he was head of Tony Starks security and personal bodyguard. But, it was the only place that Peter could think of that would work to fix the villains. 
Peter had a plan. It was going to work. It had to work. 
As the villains walk into the apartment, Peter disconnects the dozens of security fixtures. "Alarm systems deactivated." Peter hears from the thermostat. 
A long sigh leaves Peter's lips, "I feel kinda bad using Happy's place like this." he admitted. 
May shrugged, "No, no, no. He'll get over it." she decided for Happy. She was right, he would get over it in time. And it would for sure help that Happy was head — over — heels in love with her. 
Max fired a light pulse of energy to the television, causing it to turn on and go to the news. The Sandman sat down on the couch, getting some sand on it. "Oh, sorry." he apologized, as he tried to wipe said sand off of the couch but only ended up making it worse. 
Much to the Sandman's satisfaction, Otto spoke up. "So this is your brilliant plan, Peter? Hm? No lab, no facilities, just performing miracles in a . . . condominium? What, are you going to cook up some cures or some frozen burritos from a microwave?" he spat, he raised some good points. Sure, it wasn't the most professional, but Peter knew what he was doing. Hopefully. 
"I could go for a burrito." Norman shrugged. Peter smirked at this, because it reminded him of Andie. She would've said the same thing, her head would've perked up and she would've yelled about wanting a burrito. 
A sigh cut Peter's daydreams off. "He's gonna kill us all." Octavius shook his head. He was a downer. 
Peter politely smiled, not letting the criticism go to his head. He knew that Otto was simply a cranky man who was literally the undead, so, it was understandable to be a grumpy. "Let's hope not! You're up first, Doc." he started walking to the room next door. 
Octavius followed, reluctantly but didn't go fully into the side room. "What? Hey, I told you. I don't need fixing! Especially by a teenager using scraps from a bachelors junk drawer!" he yelled. 
Electro walked up. "No, he's got something back there. I can feel it. Weird energy." he told Otto. 
He wasn't wrong. Happy had a big, probably important and expensive device made by none other than Stark Industries.  
Norman frowned, "What the hell is that?" he tilted his head, trying to get a better view of the big white machine. 
Peter pressed down a button on the surface of the machine, causing it to unfold into an engineering lab. "It's a fabricator. It can analyze, design, construct basically anything." he explained, hardly taking his eyes off of the machine. 
Aunt may squinted her eyes, "I thought that was the tanning bed Happy broke." she gasped lightly. 
The fabricator finally finished unfolding itself, a sudden outburst of energy ended up destroying one of the pantry's. "Oh my god. He's gonna kill us all." Doc Ock trembled in fear, still in the living room. 
Peter spoke to Norman, explaining the things he saw on the 3d figure of Otto's body and tentacles. "So, the chip in the back of Doc's neck was designed to protect his brain from the AI system that's controlling these tentacles, but if you look here the chip is fried. So rather than him being in control of the tentacles, the tentacles are now in control of him. Which, I guess explains why he's so miserable all the time." he explained with a shrug. Man, that must've sucked. A few metal legs controlling your life and mind. Ouch.