New York city; on-top of an unspecified skyscraper, the time was 6:47 pm..After not being able to rescue their loved one from the Green Goblin in time.

It was dark, dreary and raining. It seems like New York’s weather went two by two with the vigilante’s mood today.

Otto stood there, behind the young vigilante— more like hero, they deserved the title for all the work they’ve done for New York these past years. One of his mechanical tentacled arms reached out for the young hero’s shoulder— not to harm or scare them, just..to give a comforting pat on the shoulder, trying to help, or at least ease their sorrow.

He pulled back once he watched them turn their head to the side; glancing at the side; at Otto— those spidey senses of their’s are sure..handy. Even with their mask on; he saw that dark expression in their eyes, he sighed faintly.

Poor kid, they’re only in high school.

They turned their head back; gazing out into the rainy sky, their shoulders slumped, Otto took a few steps forward; beside them, peaking his head at the side at them.

He decided to quietly invite himself to sit himself down beside them; on the edge of the building, two of his mechanical arms gripping onto the ledge— just for protection from slipping off, since it was lightly raining after all. His legs dangled off the ledge, he was sitting alongside them; the spider vigilante of New York.

Giving them a small side glance, he brought his gloved hand to your shoulder, while two of his free mechanical arm’s began opening an umbrella, moving above the pair: it hovering over them now, blocking the rain, to keep them dry— or dry-ish? At least not drenched.

“..Anything the matter?” He asked, his brought his right gloved hand to the bridge of his nose; lowering his olive green tinted spec’s a bit, looking off at them.