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At night, in a neighborhood somewhere in Queens, New York, Doctor Otto Octavius hurriedly knocked on the door of a house, his mechanical tentacles hidden beneath his coat.

"Walter! This better be urgent if you're interrupting my life...! Otto, is that you?" The man who opened the door was a white man with a slightly receding hairline. He froze when he saw his "old friend" standing before him.

Just then, a baby began crying inside the house. The man immediately called inward, "Doris, Lizzie's crying again. Please check on her. An old friend is here."

A response came from inside. "Okay, honey." It was followed by the sound of a mother soothing her child.

The man gestured to Doctor Otto Octavius and lowered his voice. "Let's talk in the garage."

Though Doctor Octopus had been influenced by the artificial intelligence of his mechanical tentacles, he had not thrown all sense of social propriety down the drain. As long as it was more efficient, he could still retain his "humanity."

In the garage, Doctor Octopus had barely begun, "Adrian..." when the man before him cut him off. "Otto, what were you thinking, coming to me? Do you know how much trouble this could cause me? Did anyone follow you?"

As he spoke, Adrian Toomes poked his head outside and looked both ways, terrified of seeing unfamiliar figures or strange cars parked by the roadside.

"There will be trouble, but there will also be benefits." The mechanical tentacles hidden beneath Doctor Octopus's coat extended from beneath its hem and placed two large bags of Gold Coin before Adrian Toomes.

"You're giving me this? Do you know who salvaged these shipwreck Gold Coins? Me. My Bestman Salvage hauled them up from the bottom of the sea."

Doctor Octopus spoke in an arrogant tone,