Looking over the scene at the super-villain detainment facility, Spider-Man grinned. Finally, his plans had come to fruition. No one would suspect what he had done, even if they attempted to obtain information from the machine his mind had previously resided in. No reason to bother destroying it; in fact, having his greatest enemy put into prison in his stead was the perfect revenge. Otto Octavius shot a web line from his wrist as he had seen Spider-Man do countless times and swung away into what was left of the night.

Less than a minute later a call with the name "Miles Morales" appeared in the corner of his goggles visual display. He brought his swinging to a halt to take the call on the side of a nearby building. He instinctively pressed two fingers near his left ear. What Otto assumed to be a Bluetooth device activated as he accepted the call.

"Hello," he said, cringing at how much higher his voice sounded.

Miles's excited voice came over the speakers, "Dude, that was awesome! I think you might've finally convinced them you're not the bad guy."

"Yes, well," Otto smirked at the irony, "let's hope they maintain that mindset. It would be rather inconvenient if they didn't."

"'Inconvenient' isn't exactly how I would phrase that," Miles responded, "but yeah. Let's just hope Jameson doesn't find a way to hold this one against you." After a brief pause, he continued. "Who am I kidding? He definitely will. Oh, and your voice sounds a little bit...off. Are you okay?"

Otto didn't respond. Mr. Morales seemed rather friendly with Spider-Man for just being associates. He didn't talk to him in that manner. His language seemed more personal.

"Hey, you still there?" Miles asked.

"Oh, uh, of course. I am just… suffering from sleep deprivation," Otto answered, relieved when he remembered how tired Spider-Man was supposed to be. He'd have to be careful with how he acted around those who knew this body's previous occupant. If anyone figured out who he was, all his careful planning would have been for nothing.

"Right, forgot about that," Miles said. "Sorry, I'll let you get home and get some sleep. See you soon."

"Good-bye," Otto said as he hung up.

And on the topic of sleep deprivation, the adrenaline from his victory was wearing off. Unless he wanted to fall down to the streets below he would need to get some rest. He prepared to swing towards his lair, but hesitated. What if there was a place Spider-Man had to stay? However unlikely, it was still possible for him to have attachments that could require him to be present for something. If that was the case, spending the night elsewhere could be problematic. If he was going to maintain his charade, he'd need to find out where the original Spider-Man lived.

While thinking, Otto's hand brushed up against his leg and found well concealed rectangular lump. Reaching the top, he noticed a subtle slit in the costume's fabric. Sliding his hand into the pocket he pulled out a phone that appeared to have a fingerprint sensor. Of course. In order to relieve Bluetooth calls, Spider-Man would have to have his device nearby. Otto smirked. How fortunate. The fingerprint sensor saved him the trouble of having to hack the device. Logging into the phone, he saw what at first glance seemed to be an equation appear on the screen as the background. However, on closer inspection, W/GP=GR was in no way a legitimate equation.

With great power comes great responsibility.

Otto blinked as the voice echoed through his head. It seemed familiar even though it wasn't one he recognised. Pushing it aside, Otto attempted to find some sort of clue, struggling slightly with the device's unfamiliar layout. If he found nothing, he may as well head to his lair for the night. If there was something, then-

The phone's screen changed, showing the words Call from Gwen Stacy. Otto narrowed his eyes and took the call. This was the second call he, or rather Spider-Man, had received from one of his former students. If both of them knew Spider-Man, was it possible that-

"Hello? Are you there?" Gwen's anxious and frustrated voice broke into his thoughts.

"Yes?" Otto responded, annoyed at having his thoughts interrupted once again.

"What's taking so long?" she asked. "You've been gone for almost two hours. I won't be able to distract your aunt much longer."

"I apologize," Otto said as he attempted to track her location. The smaller screen made it more difficult. "I was delayed."

Gwen groaned, "Well, you better get back here in the next ten minutes or you are going to have a serious mess on your hands."

"Of course. I'm on my way," Otto said as he registered her phone's location into his tracker. Fortunately, she had her cell phone location on.

"You'd better be, Peter," she warned before she hung up.

Otto froze. Peter? There was one Peter he knew who was friends with both of the people who had just called him. Quickly, Otto shoved the phone back in his pocket, and scaled the building. After making sure no one was around to see, he took the phone back out and opened up the camera. Turning the camera to user-facing, he could see Spider-Man's mask reflecting back. Slowly, he reached his fingers under the mask and pulled it off.

Peter Parker's shocked face stared back at him through the screen.

Otto raised a hand to his face, only to be mirrored by Parker. How was this possible? Actually, now that he thought about it, how did he not see it in the first place? It was obvious: Peter's tardies, making Spider-Man's tech, how Spider-Man new about the doctorates he had received in prison, even his voice? How had he not recognised it? Everything pointed towards him being Spider-Man. Even if no one else had figured it out, how could Otto, with his superior intellect, not have realized it? And how on Earth could a mere teenager have defeated him so many times? Peter Parker wasn't even that intelligent!

Gritting his teeth, he pulled his mask on and entered Gwen Stacy's location into the tracker he'd seen Spider-Man, Parker, use. Otto fired a web line from his wrist and swung towards his destination.

Not only was this annoying in that he was now in the body of an idiot, but Spider-Man and Peter Parker being one and the same would mean… Otto shuddered. High school. Teaching was one matter, but as a student, it was an entirely different story. It had been nearly impossible for him to get the respect of his peers when he had been in high school. No one had recognised his brilliance. Still, few people did. It was why he'd even worked at Horizon. No one else believed he was capable. Now, he would have to go through that all over again if he wanted to maintain his cover.

Frustrated, Otto neared his destination. Pulling up the tracker hologram one last time to check, he landed in the backyard of what was apparently Mr. Parker's home. Crawling up the wall, he carefully looked through windows until he found what he assumed to be a teen-aged boy's room. A strange sense of familiarity seemed to confirm it. Otto quietly slid open the window and crept into the room. Spotting a jacket and a pair of pajama pants, he removed his mask, gloves, and boots and put the other clothing articles on over the rest of the suit. While he had arrived quickly, he didn't know if he'd have time to fully change just in case someone came into the room. He heard conversation from downstairs as he hid the pieces of the costume under the bed, and quickly messaged Ms. Stacy that he had arrived.

She messaged back, 'Took you long enough.'

From downstairs, Otto heard her muffled voice say, "Oh, would you look at the time. It's getting late. I should probably head home. Thank you Mrs. Parker."

"My pleasure," Mrs. Parker said. "Do you need me to drive you?"

"No, it's fine. I don't live too far from here," she said.

"Well, stay safe, alright?"

"Of course. Good night!"

Hearing the front door close, Otto raised the covers of the bed and got in, exhaustion hitting him in a wave. After having spent so much time in the Living Brain, Otto wasn't used to having to sleep, but as soon as his head hit the pillow, he was out cold. Ten seconds later, May Parker opened the door to the room. She smiled as she closed the door. Finally, her nephew was getting the rest he needed.

Meanwhile…

Peter Parker was blind. No matter how hard he tried to open his eyes, it was as if they were glued shut. He couldn't even feel his eyelids twitch. To be honest, he couldn't feel anything.

"What should we do with him, scrap him?" a male voice said.

Scrap him? Scrap who? Where was he? And why couldn't he feel or see anything?

"I don't think so."

If he could have, his eyes would have widened. That was Yuri's voice. What was the police chief doing here? And on that note, where was here?

"Even if he was a villain, Octavius's mind might still be in there. Scraping him amount to the same as killing him. We don't have the right to do that," she continued.

Octavius? As in Doc Ock? But why would they-

With a jolt, everything came back. Asking Gwen to stall, getting arrested, fighting Doc Ock in the Living Brain. Wait.

"No," Peter whispered, only to hear a robotic voice quietly activate. "This is impossible."

He heard them turn.

"What was that?" Yuri asked, not as though she thought she'd mistakenly heard something, but as though she was responding to him.

I do have a problem with talking out loud, Peter realized, but there was no going back now. "Listen, I'm not Doc Ock, he used… some sort of mind switching device on me-"

The other voice, which Peter assumed was another officer, cut him off, "Nice try. We were all here when you told everyone you were Doc Ock. Not to mention, Spider-Man destroyed the bomb you planted. Does that seem like something a super villain would do?"

Stunned, Peter tried to keep going, "Look, I'm telling you-"

"Octavius, " Yuri interrupted, "you may be a genius, but we aren't stupid either. I'd suggest you don't try anything."

"'Mind switching device'," The other officer scoffed.

For once in his life, Peter shut up. What could he say without any way to prove his claims? He could protest all he wanted, but it was clear they wouldn't believe him. He was silent as they loaded the Living Brain onto a cart and was wheeled into a cell. He could tell how damaged his body was, even if he couldn't see it. The machine's visual sensors and one arm we're totally destroyed, and it would have ended up worse if he fought back. All he could do as the cell door slammed shut, was hope that his friends would find some way to get him back.