Doc Ock X Reader Novels & Stories

The doctor said it with a frown and looked down at the results. Adom suddenly stopped laughing and stilled. His world started to blur as he just looked wide-eyed at the doctor. Sex. Yes. He had done that. But he couldn’t be, right? He swallowed hard and felt the hairs on his back stand up in panic. No. No. No. No.

The neon lights flickered over the desperate faces of the city's outcasts. Jackson didn't stop. He marched straight to a tent marked with a Red Cross. "Doctor!" Jackson kicked the flap open. "I need help. Now!" An old man with robotic fingers looked up from a dirty workbench. He was Doc Ock, a notorious underground surgeon. "Get in line," Doc sneered. Then he saw Serenity limp in Jackson’s arms. "She looks bad. Internal hemorrhage?" "Fix her," Jackson laid Serenity gently on the metal operating table.

“That’s exactly why I said we have evidence.” He gestured at the security guards to open the door to the records room. From there, he pulled a wrinkled sheet of paper from a drawer. The paper had several dark ink stains on it, and in the bottom-right corner was the hospital’s official stamp, with the time stamp printed August 12, 2023, 12:55 p.m.