Just a one-shot I wanted to try out. Also, what is this NovaSpidey week? How can I find out about things going on in FF and about prompts and stuff? Please tell me, and of course, enjoy the story. This is from the pov of Doc Ock.

DISCLAIMER: I do not own USM!

There are times when I compare myself to a workhorse or a mule. Those are the times when Norman threatens to cut off my funding, when he treats me as a slave, when he refuses me my dinner. And there are times when I look into a mirror, and break it.

I suppose I have not fully accepted this change of mine. But it keeps me alive, and alive is a good thing to be. That is what I tell myself anyway.

I am sometimes confused by my intents. I am not insane, am I? What is wrong with hating Spiderman, many do. No one calls J. Jonah Jameson...insane. He hates Spiderman as well.

But I suppose it is because of the same reason that I hate mirrors. I am hideous and deformed, so I must be evil. I must be insane. I have arms made of metal, so I must be dangerous. I hate and destroy so I must be a criminal...a villain.

I will admit that I have done some inhumane deeds, but hasn't everyone? I am human as everyone. I feel pain too, guilt and fear and sadness. I can love too, and feel joy and bliss. But no one ever feels bad for the villain, because the villain never feels bad for anyone.

Today I have received an envelope, so I hid it from Norman's prying eyes. I put it in a space between the circuit boards and wires in one of the many computers in this place. Along with the other envelopes I have been receiving. They all bring me warmth. An aliveness that is not fulfilled by my breathing technologies.

A feeling of love. Inside, I found what I always find, a picture in crayon. This one was of a metal-armed man and a little girl holding hands.

Diana. My daughter. Also in crayon, she had scrawled: I miss you Daddy! On the back, as always, was a message from Helena, my wife. She tried to keep them short, she knew that I could be hurt if Norman found these letters.

No matter what your physical state now, I am certain to always love you Otto if you'll only come back to us. I allowed for one tear to slide down my cracked skin. I had told them once in a letter, about my change, but they had never seen it. And I would never embarrass them with the sight of me.

Besides, Norman would never let me free anyway, he had said as much. But I dream about seeing them both. Shocking. For a villain to dream. But I do. And it is my only wish in this world. Of course, for Norman to even think of setting me free, I would need to kill Spiderman first. Which is exactly what I intend to do.

And as I wait to breathe my first free breaths in years. I see that I am not truly alive. Not yet. But with one more death, my own will end. So I sit here and hope. And I play the waiting game, waiting for my life to start.

By the way, Helena and Diana are totally made up. But come on, am I the only one who feels sorry for Ock? He deserves a wife and child. Maybe if he had those, he would be less "I-want-to-know-how-you-work-and-I-have-no-problem-killing-you-to-do-so-ish." Maybe he could turn into "I-want-to-know-how-you-work-so-I'll-invite-you-over-and-just-have-a-conversation-with-you-ish!" Or it could be just me. Anyway I hope you guys liked the story, please review! It will make me happy! Come do something nice for someone today and review! yeah so...

Wolf out...