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Peter was a little tense.
He had been glancing around only occasionally , and looked over his back like one or two times. It wasn’t that bad …
Okay, so his eyes were darting every which way every two seconds and he was kinda hiding behind his Pink and Brown chocolate ice cream cone with sprinkles that he had gotten with Natasha from the Ben & Jerry’s across the street from the small park where Bucky had been sitting, waiting for them to come back with their frozen treats.
It was weird, okay?! For them at least, going out like this usually had an ulterior motive - which was undercover or scoping someone out or something. They were a family of high ranking international spies and undercover ops, they don’t do normal family outings. This all seemed too domestic to be real. Domestic was reserved for undercover - as already been mentioned but Peter literally could not get it through of his mind that they weren’t on a mission.
And normally he wouldn’t be so obvious, but again normally he knew where he stood and what he was looking for when pretending to be normal. Being normal for the sake of being normal is not one of his practiced skills, so excuse him if his hardware is malfunctioning.
“Stop doing that, we aren’t gonna get jumped.” Natasha said facing forward as she started to cross the street. Her impassive face and no nonsense tone made Peter highly doubt that. She was just as wound up as he was, she was just better at hiding it.
“Sorry, but when you and Bucky drag me out of the tower to ‘just get ice cream’ I get suspicious.” he gave her a wary look that had a tad of a glare to it and she sighed.
“Stark said that I should.” she admitted. And ah yes, Peter has noticed Natasha and Bucky both taking more and more advice from Tony - or specifically Pepper , because she knew what she was doing more of the time. Tony knew what he was doing like probably 12% of the time - and that was a stretch.
Peter raised a brow “And you listened to him?” which was the part Peter was more astonished at, because Nat and Bucky would ask Tony for advice and use that as a template for what not to do. She smirked a bit - oh she was trying to keep him on his toes.
“That’s what Barnes said too.” she mumbled, so he wasn’t the only one. Natasha liked to switch things up to mess with them sometimes; when Bucky did it, it was more out of convenience. “And yeah, I lost a bet.” she said airly hopping a bit off the crosswalk and onto the sidewalk. Ah, that made more sense...wait no it didn’t. Natasha losing a bet was like...not possible?
“That’s even less believable.” Peter deadpanned, Natasha snickered - so she wouldn’t tell him, that’s fine he’d just figure it out later. Peter couldn’t help but smile. This may be a hostile situation, this may be an undercover op - because there was no way Natasha Romanov actually lost a bet to Tony Stark - but Peter could admit he liked making his mother - and wasn’t that a weird concept - smile. Even just a little.
He was getting so domestic, jeez.
They went over to Bucky and sat down, Peter in the middle as Bucky slid to the side and Natasha handed him his cone. They sat in awkward silence, Peter determinedly licking his cone, trying not to focus too deeply on his surroundings.
Undercover? Easy peasy. Normal family shit? Nearly impossible.
A sudden shockwave blew through the air. Peter ducked and when he opened his eye he found the trees in the park were...brighter? And sparkly? Almost ethereal. Kinda like a storybook. It sent his entire family on high alert, while the other park patrons were in a state of shock or already starting to panic.
Before they could respond in any way, Natasha got a call from the tower to get there for an...incident. It’s for moments like these that he keeps a suit in his backpack.
“Go, I’ll do some damage control.” he said to his parents, who nodded at him seriously before going over to their bikes - because they weren’t a family of cars apparently, which was fine it was more maneuverable and easier to respond in emergencies, especially in a city setting - and Peter dashed off to the Ben and Jerry’s to change.
Normal Family Shit? Down right undoable .
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Debriefing magical/paranormal events in a professional manner had to be the funniest shit Peter has ever witnessed in his entire life.
“ There has been a paranormal incident pertaining to what appears to be folklore. ” Fury sighed over the line - which was not how Peter had put it, at all (but Peter will take the challenge of getting Fury to say ‘Storybook characters are attacking downtown.’ He’s gotten the guy to say weirder.) He had deployed Iron-Man out with Spiderman but more to do recon with him and scan the incidents for information and obviously paranormal was the conclusion rather than Peter’s damage control - which he got into that mode scarily easly. Peter wondered how much weird shit this guy had to announce in his life. ‘ There were aliens coming through a portal light years away.’ ‘ There are a bunch of cannibalistic plants growing in Time Square.’
Yeah, he’d pay to hear Fury say those.
“I’m offended that you’d call it such, when it’s clearly a mystic incident.” said a drawled voice as orange sparks started to spin in a circle, a man coming through and Peter’s face lighting up a bit.
“Hey Doc!” Peter said cheerily to the man coming out of the orange sparks as the portal closed behind him, and before the exasperated man could talk his cloak wooshed around and wrapped around Peter...playfully? And Peter laughed, and Tony stood down at the lack of threat in Peter’s voice “Hey Levi.” he laughed and the man looked even more exasperated at the interaction.
“It’s the Cloak of Levitation , not-” the man sighed and rubbed the tip of his fingers between his temples “You know what I’m not going through this with you again.” that checks out. Tony’s only seen MJ be able to talk Peter out of his ridiculous naming schemes. Some party magician wouldn’t be able to in a million years.
“Again?” Tony muttered more to himself, looking between the two “You have met Mr.Magicx here?” he asked Peter - pointedly ignoring the wizard - and Peter hummed affirmatively, because of course he did. He should stop being surprised by the type of people that Peter knows - although usually the people he knows should probably be - most definitely - in an asylum, this one seems kinda...sane.
Then again, he was a wizard. Like an actual wave, your wand and magic books and poof wizard, not a telekinetic. No, cause that was too simple. Been there, done that, right ?
“Doctor Strange.” the ‘Doctor’ curtly addressed - and was he talking to him? Fury sighed over the line. Oh wait, he was an actual doctor - FRIDAY just did a search on him. Former Neurosurgeon who was in a horrible depidating accident that got his surgery license revoked - for medical reasons. Former genius surgeon turned into a western medicine hippie? Sure, why not.
“Of course it is.” he mumbled “So Mr. Strange , I’m assuming you know what the cause is for this is.” he gestured to the vicious magical wonderland that was becoming 22nd street. Seriously, were those fairies? They were swarming and pecking at screaming pedestrians like a flock of wild crows. Why are they so vicious, jeez?
“I do.” he said, and wow, miss the point much. It was obvious he knew what was happening, how do they stop it.
“And how to stop it.” Tony prompted and the guy had the gaul to roll his eyes at him. God the dude’s attitude was getting on his nerves - well they got on his nerves as soon as he opened his mouth.
“I do.” oh great, the magic man knows how to stop this fairy tale madness.
“Care to share with the class?” Tony is clearly irked, and he wasn’t sure if he was more annoyed or not that the Doctor didn’t show whether Tony’s irritation was affecting him in any way. Was he just naturally like this and generally didn’t care what people thought of him. This was gonna be a long day.
“I’m just here to ensure that none of you upset the realty temperment from outside the dimensional highway.” he said like that made any sense. Peter seemed happy to be playing with the cape, not really bothered by any of the mambo jumbo coming out of this man’s mouth. Good, he’s glad one of them understands the insanity that was going on - although Peter did seem more acquainted with the trade than any other person he’d met and he fought aliens and saw space through a wormhole.
“Meaning…” Tony prompted again, letting all of his contempt into his voice.
“He’s here to make sure you stay on the bench while he does his mystic thing.” Peter informed him casually, not looking away from the cape swirling around him in a playful manner and Strange hummed in affirmative. Tony almost seemed offended - and for someone who didn’t like people butting in on his investigations, Peter was rolling over really easily.
“ And what makes you more qualified than my personal hand picked team? ” Fury asked over the line - and oh yeah, he was still here - probably crossing his arms.
“I have the means to not rip a hole in the space time reality inner workings, and have trained in the mystic arts for years.” Strange said dolefully, with a quirked brow. Huh, that was a hell of qualification.
“He’s beat up more reality magic traitors since Milbreg stopped that ancient Mystic Murabella Destabilizer in 1923.” Tony resisted the urge to tell Peter to say that ten times fast - mostly because he probably could and would make Tony look like an idiot - but Peter vouched for the wizard dude - he thinks - so that checks the credentials and also must make him the most qualified for the job if the kid was willing to follow the good Doctor’s lead on this one.
“You read the books?” Strange quirked a brow and Peter shrugged. “How did you even get access to the library, that section sealed off to all lower level Sanctum users.” he said exasperatedly.
“Wong let me in.” Tony assumed Peter was grinning innocently under that mask, his tone suggested so.
“Of course he did.” Strange said exasperated, rubbing his temples.
“This is a lot of magic shit for a supposed man of science.” Tony sounded mildly offended toward Peter. How could he give into this magic hulla baloo, even if some of this actually had some backing. But still, betrayal .
“Open mind. I literally cannot explain half the things I saw on that dreamscape world thingy.” Peter shrugged and that was another conversation that his sanity just could not take right now “But he’s the best if you want it done fast and right.” okay, official vouch - no two ways around it, which was unfortunate because Tony really wanted any excuse not to work with this guy - Fury hummed thoughtfully over his comm.
“ You have to take one of my team. ” Fury said and Strange glared at him, which he didn’t say that, and he doesn’t even wanna work with him either. And, yes, since he was the only Avenger in the nearest vicinity and Peter didn’t count technically - because he was a little shit who just wouldn’t sign the fucking form - it was going to be him knee deep in hocus pocus. Bruce was gonna make fun of him for a good while to coe, ugh .
“It’s cool Fury, Doc is all about saving the reality and time of the universe and stuff.” Peter said airly and Strange seemed even more annoyed at the explanation of his morals - but didn’t say anything.
“Even so, it’s protocol.” Strange huffed instead, so he was gonna do this anyway - and after a year with Parker, Fury was much more open to the ‘if you can’t beat them join them’ concept.
“ Fine .” Tony would throw his hands up if it didn’t look stupid in the suit “ Let’s get this over with.” he grumbled, he’d do it, he didn’t have to be happy about it though.
“Yes! Dreamventure part 2!” Peter pumped and somehow the cloak seemed excited too, as Strange seemed to age 5 years - Tony knew the feeling “I’ll be careful.” he said quietly into his ear - and Tony assumed that was Nat and Bucky on a private line, which made Tony soften a bit; he wasn’t just a kid anymore, he was a kid with parents . Parents who were admittedly terrifying as fuck and he would do anything to ensure his saftey. Strange quirked his mouth up at that, seems like he wasn’t the only one. He really didn’t like that he can relate to this guy in anyway at all.
“I’m gonna put you back on the straight and narrow kid.” He said and pointed to Peter, and he knows the kid rolled his eyes at him “No more of this magic crap.” he gestured to the cloak and Strange - completely ignoring the magical foliage and creatures manifesting around them. Strange rolled his eyes.
“Open mind.” Peter sing-songed, teetering back and forth and the cloak along with him - it was incredibly intuitive, which Tony could admit was impressive if it wasn’t, ya know, magical - and Strange sighed, slumping forward and accepting his defeat.
Seems like Fury wasn’t the only one to learn ‘if you can’t beat them, join them’ concept after meeting Peter. It was a lesson that was not learned easily - but seemed necessary. No it wasn’t letting him win - or at least Peter was polite enough not to say it to their face, although he definitely knew what he was doing.
“Fine.”
OoOoO
Going through the portal was strange, less strange than the first time, but still strange.
Ha, Strange...like the Doc. Get it?
Peter swung behind strange Strange - using the endless rows of bookcases that stretched an infinite distance ( the library of MJ’s dreams he couldn’t help but think with a snicker. Maybe he could convince Wong to let him bring her here, but then she’d never leave and be lost in a plethora of books for eternity.)- as he floated through the chambers, Tony grumbling about the junk and useless metals that were on display as the blasted lightly through the library next to him. Peter snickered.
That’s what I thought too .
Peter was to distracted to notice the a big blue ghost dog that phased through a shelf and pounced knocking him right out of the air and crashing into another bookcase. Tony immediately went into battle mode, but upon seeing the ‘threat’ became more confused; The Doctor stopped and sighed but didn’t turn around. Peter smiled behind the mask.
“Bat!” Peter laughed and he mimicked petting the ghost dog’s fur and the dog lick phase through his cheek, dropping the slightly chewed up toy - a Spiderman plushie, that was just adorable and Bat’s favorite toy which made Peter so happy he almost cried when Wong had told him. “I missed you too buddy.”
“I’m surprised he doesn’t sneak out to see you.” Strange drawled as he had books to float and open in his direction, flipping through pages so fast they made a shutter noise. “Then again, he can’t survive very long outside the sanctum.”
“Is that a ghost dog.” Tony nearly shrieked and Bat barked happily.
“Yeah, and he’s like my best friend.” Peter made the motions to cuddle the dog. He could only feel air, but Wong told him that Bat could feel it and loved it - so even if it felt like he was hugging and snuggling against air, which was weird , he’d do it anyway, because apparently he was the only one willing to do it consistently.
“So they finally came.” Strange said absently, ignoring Stark’s spluttering and Peter’s gushing over Bat. Peter looked at him as if bamboozled, not stopping scratching behind Bat’s ear as the dog made an affirmative bark.
“What do you mean?” Peter asked, Stange looked between books.
“I mean the people on your private comm.” Strange answered, oh they weren’t talking about the case. Bat looked to be more excited - like he could understand, Peter wouldn’t be surprised if he could.
“Wait is that what you meant when you said that ‘my keepers would come in their own time’ or whatever last year?” Peter asked using air quotes. Last year when Peter and Strange were in that dreamscape-verse or whatever, Strange parted and said ‘your keepers will come in time’ like some sort of mystic yoda - and leaving Peter completely confused. “You knew about them?” he asked incredously. Peter knows that Doctor Strange can do freaky things with time - he never fully understood though, he never had time to research it more thoroughly. He didn’t know Stange could tell the future though and you know, some warning would’ve been nice. Like a heads up that his birth parents were Avengers that lost him when he was a toddler and were looking for him. Jeez, sometimes Doc could be an asshole that everyone said he was - Peter thought he was just a sociopath like the rest of them. Strange smirked.
“No, I just figured that a emotionally unstable mutant child would alert some sort of authority.” he said, glancing back at him for a moment to show a glint of amusement flashing though his eyes. Well then.
“I’m... offended?” Peter’s voice pitched up as Bat gave a peppy bark - which was odd because his bark was deep. Should he be offended? He was capable of taking care of himself and he wasn’t that unstable.
“So these are all like...magic books?” Stark asked, finally getting over the existence of Bat the Ghost Dog and tried to grab one on the shelf but the bookcase moved back making Tony’s eyes go wide in shock again then pout “Rude.” Peter laughed as Bat barked again, as if laughing with him.
“You have to have permission to touch and read certain books.” Strange said like it was obvious, never looking up from his book as Tony huffed in annoyance at the man.
“He’ll grow on him.” Peter whispered to Bat who licked his face in response.
“I can’t believe my best lab assistant believes in magic.” Tony grumbled at the interaction, Peter just gave a smile to him - which Tony couldn’t see behind the mask, but he thinks he got his message across either way.
“What’s happening right in front of you, right now?” Peter gestured around them as more books started to swarm and shelve themselves around Strange like a beehive. A book zipped past Tony, who had to flinch away slightly to avoid getting hit “Flying book! Explain that.” Peter pointed. Seeing is believing and all that jazz.
“What is he even reading about?” Tony huffed, not giving Peter an answer. Strange hummed but did not explain as he floated towards a pedestal where a book floated down and started to flip through pages, stacks following them and cascading into neat piles around him. Peter pushed off the ground to go and pick up one of the books.
“Most of these books are folklore...but it’s not dreams that are coming true out there. It’s myths.” Strange deciphered. “We can just beat them with the items use to previously defeat them.”
“So like we feed the big bad wolf a grandma or something.” Tony said which was supposed to be mocking, Strange shot him a quick glare, going back to reading.
“You forget… some of those myths are nasty.” Peter said looking at a book with a picture of a three headed nasty looking dog from hell. Yeah, Brother’s Grimm were the originals and they were not so romanticized as the Disney films. Fairies were murderous, and little girls were monsters. Peter shivered.
“Yes, but now I know what tool of the cosmos to use.” Strange said closing the book and floating to a higher shelf. Stark just looked at him.
“Do you even hear yourself? You sound like a hippie or one of those whack physics you find on the street.” Peter giggled as Strange sighed about arrogant blowhards. Waving his hands to put all the books in an order, and calling in someone.
A pudgy man then entered- teleported - into the room, much the same way they came in and as soon as he locked eyes with Peter his whole demeanor brightened, and Peter smiled. Bat bounded over to his caretaker, floating around his feet in circles and then bounded back to Peter, as if showing his master a new toy.
“Peter! So good to see you again!” said Wong jovilally, Peter waved and greeted him back as Stark ducked down near his ear.
“You just casually know a cult of wizards?” he shook off the man with a roll of his eyes. He wasn’t rude, he’d greet Wong properly. Tony huffed “Fine ignore me, but give me a list of GhostBusters you play paintball on the weekend with.” Peter would make sure not to do that. Sanctum secrecy and what not, there was a reason that the Avengers didn’t know about this place - much less SHIELD. He doesn’t want to disturb that atmosphere this mystic place (places? There were alot of factions and divisions but they were all asterially connected or something. Magic was confusing.) hold. And besides, he didn’t know many people besides Strange, Wong and Bat...maybe Wanda, but she was just telekinetic/telepathic…
Right?
“Wong! It’s been forever!” Peter smiled as he walked up to the man who gave him a big hug, Bat following him happily. The man picked him up easily, to which Peter yelped and he squeezed tight with a jovial laugh. “Sorry didn’t have time to grab you a sandwich from Delmers.” he wheezed out, being unable to breathe from the bone crushing hug.
“No problem little spider.” he waved off, with a cheery smile, releasing him but still keeping his hands on his shoulders and holding him back as if looking him over “although I see you’ve finally found a permanent place of residence. Congratulations!” he patted Peter playfully who looked a little put out. Did everyone know? He didn’t think it made any news reels, Nat and Bucky have been pretty discrete - no one even knows that Peter Parker exists.
“Everyone know about that?” he mumbled self consciously, ducking and looking away - down at Bat who was sitting next to Wong, tongue sticking out, tail wagging frantically which made Peter smile a little.
“You know, if Strange hadn’t rejected the idea, We’d have taken you in.” he said offhandedly, which really took Peter by surprise. Tony too, if the spluttering sounds were anything to go by.
“Really?” Peter’s eyes lit up, whipping his head over to Strange who was tense.
“It wasn’t your fate.” Strange said gravely. Peter huffed, but the smile never left his face.
“I could’ve been a Spider Wizard . You missed out on badassery of the century.” Peter emphasized, Tony still in shock and Strange rolled his eyes with a groan, but Peter caught the blink-and-you’ll-miss-it quirk of his lips.
“You’re already a menace without magical power shit.” Tony mumbled as Wong chuckled. Huh, he was getting more open-minded. That was unexpected.
“He said you were too free spirited to be reigned by us.” Wong hummed joviously, Strange was called out. Mystic keeper couldn’t even keep a teenager in check. There was the slightest dusting on Strange’s cheeks but that went away too.
“ Spider . Wizard .”
OoOoO
So… battling the big bad wolf was not on his to do list today.
“Oh for the lov—” Tony grumbled, flying in to cover Strange’s exposed back, shooting out a blast that met the opposing one in the middle, neutralizing it. “Seriously?”
The Sorcerers called for backup, and Tony was one of the only ones to come to their aid—the others being unfortunately preoccupied—. He was somewhat briefed by Wong before the call was cut with an alarming blast. There was a wayward magic-user upsetting the balance, which typically would be handled by the sorcerers but they were stretched thin, therefore the need for backup.
The Villain cackled—because of course, they did—before slashing their hand through the air, and one of their spindly, white, weird-looking ropes tore a literal cut into existence(?). In the tear, Tony could make out what looked like stars before a swarm of what could only be described as book-bats, flew out and attacked the sorcerers who just fended off the multicolored blasts.
“It would be better if you surrender!” The Villain Of The Week called out from their protective bubble. The thing—he refuses to acknowledge the magic as anything more than a thing—was a circular “force field”, a dull glow highlighting the outline of it and making it visible to the eye. “Or you and your kingdom will suffer.”
“Really committing to a theme, huh?” Strange grumbled behind him, and Tony agreed with amusement.
Oh yeah, the Villain of the Week’s theme? Fucking Fairytales, really piquing at young Tony’s Arthurian Legends nerdy interest with their whole medieval sorcerer theme.
“Why Doc, I thought he would be your kin! Sorcerers of a feather stick together and whatnot.”
“That was bad,” Strange warded off a book-bat—nasty nightmarish things that seem to be stemming from the wrecked Sanctum Sanctorum, with the pages as wings and purple hooded cartoonish-looking eyes popping up on either side of the spine—, “Even for you.”
“Yeah, Mr. Stark!” Called out an unfortunately familiar voice, “It was.”
The Villain's—Countess something-something? or was it Count?—whole consensus was making portals—“Rifts, Stark.”—and summoning nightmarish creatures, swarm after swarm.
“This is getting tedious,” Peter singsonged, being pushed back a few paces from where he was able to gain ground on the sorcerer by yet another swarm.
“Got any tricks up your sleeve, Houdini?” Tony asked, using his repulsor blasts to combat the Book-Bats. the one that got dangerously close was hit with the brunt of the blast, bursting into flames and disintegrating with a shriek.
“Clearly this is just a distraction,” Strange commented, rather hoity-toity-ly if you asked Tony. Strange grunted as a book bat flew into his face, so Tony figured that made it even,
However, Strange’s assessment was correct. It seemed The Sorcerer was focusing mostly on Wong, everyone else being distracted by wayward conjured chaos.
“End this Wong,” The Sorcerer said haughty, “Give me the book and all of this will go away!”
“You know them?” Tony asked Strange, who shrugged.
“Not a clue.”
“I hardly let my peers into the library, what makes you think I would relinquish to you?” Wong replied back, from...somewhere. Everyone was rather spread out but also could be heard clearly. Fucking magic.
“Then perhaps,” suddenly the Book-Bats and the moving trees—did he forget to mention that?—filed back into the Rift and were zipped shut, flashes of silvery light zipping back to the force field. The Sorcerer was scowling, their magic causing make-up like detailing on their face to help to obscure their identity, and their “You need something bigger to motivate you!”
And the spindly tentacle sliced open the air just above the villain, and a harsh roar was heard throughout New York.
“What the hell?!” Tony gasped in disbelief, the sound muted by the noise of The Dragon that flew out of the rift roared as it just about evaded a building.
The large beast—closest in color to army green—landed, roaring at the sorcerer nearby with cascades of drool and, what looked like, acid stained the street below. The screams that had been paused with the Book-Bats retreated erupted ten-fold.
“What the hell are we supposed to do now?” Tony asked as he readied his
“Mr. Stark?” Peter landed beside him and Dr. Strange, his eye lens slightly squinted, clearly assessing. He looked directly at Tony, “Have you seen Jurassic Park?”
And Tony got it. Sorta. “Are thinking you flares, kid?”
Peter nodded, “You be the flare, I’ll be the wrangler.”
“What?” Said Strange, “That’s insane.”
“I’ve got the rope essentially, and Ironman has the firepower,” Peter gestured between himself and the suit.
“Listen Dumbledore, Can you and the other wizards get Merlin as soon as we redirect the dragon to the portal?” Tony asked.
Strange’s eye twitched but he nodded, affirmative.
Ironman flew upwards and zoomed towards the Dragon who clearly aggravated by the few sorcerers who were attacking it with gold sparkling magic. The Dragon was very intimidating, with its large wingspan and curled talons. It was a European dragon, Tony definitely could recognize that, and it was big. The Cryptozoology nerds must be going apeshit right now.
“Come on,” Tony muttered under his breath, circling around the dragon to get its attention before just hovering in its eyesight. He stared down at the dragon who was peering at the suit, yellow eyes narrowed, and huffing, strong breaths blowing out its snout. Then, its pupils went slightly lower, examining the arc reactor, and Tony took that as his cue. “JARVIS,” he mumbled, and the light of the reactor glowed brighter, brighter than a flare, just bordering on the line of exploding.
And the dragon roared, wings flying up as it went into a pounce-like position. Tony twisted up and flew away, the trail of the boots leaving golden streaks of light in the sky. And the Dragon followed, hot on his heels as he led it higher and higher, away from buildings. As he ascended he spotted a familiar red and blue suit from the corner of his eye. He circled around, flying not towards Peter but around him so he could get the best possible shot.
“Be careful, kid,” Tony said into the coms, “Nat would have my head if you became dragon food.”
Peter’s laugh was relieving, and Tony watched as Spiderman’s webs circled around the beast. Suddenly the Dragon was tugged off Tony’s tail jerkily, and he looked back to see the...interesting(?) sight of Spiderman standing on the neck of dragon, webs being yanked upwards aa he pulled the dragon from its dive to soar high into the air.
The Dragon however wasn’t without a fight, attempting to buck the vigilante off, but Spiderman held strong yanking the webs here and there to steer the dragon back towards the rift. “Lead him back to the Rift!” Peter called out through the coms.
However, as he said the Dragon snarled, deep and low in it’s throat, the only warning before the webs snapped with the force of the dragon throwing open its mouth. Its teeth seemed even more imposing now, as the webs looked like fragile white threads flowing away in the wind. “Woah!” Peter yelped as he practically tumbled from the dragon’s backside.
Tony made a mad dash to keep Spiderman from plummeting to the ground but Peter caught himself, shooting out a web to the dragon’s foot and swinging this way and that. In nearly no time at all, he had made it back onto the dragon’s back with a new set of webs in hand, this time looped around the dragon’s open mouth and circled around it so when he yanked it would be snapped shut.
And snap it did, and so did the dragon. As they were dangerously close to a building, the dragon thrashed, its tail bashing in the windows of a building. Shattering glass and screams were dulled out by growls from the now muzzled dragon, reminding Tony of crocodiles with their mouth taped shut.
“I can’t hold him much longer!” Peter shouted once more, and Tony went back to his role. Flying in front of the dragon again her hovered just long enough for the enraged beast to launch its focus onto him, and he zoomed towards the sorcerer and the rift.
“FRIDAY connect to Dr. Strange,” Tony commanded, and then flew around a corner as he said, “Hey Doc, incoming package!” then Tony dove down as he saw the portal come into view.
Hovering in place, careful to be on hand if Peter seemed in trouble at any given second, he watched transfixed on the way Peter guided the dragon into the rift. If he were farther away he would say it looked majestic, the way Peter wrangled the dragon, feet planted on its back and a multitude of webs that he steered this way and that like a puppet master. But from where he was, he could see the effort, the sheer strength Peter used as he pulled and strained at the webs to maneuver the dragon to where he wanted to go. It was grunt-wrenching and dangerous, and if it was anybody else Tony would have never thought it could be done. For a moment, Tony didn’t think even Peter could do it.
But then, the dragon flew up, vertically towards the rift, and as the dragon’s snout breached the portal a blue and red form flipped of its back and descended to the ground. Tony zipped to get under Peter, prepared to catch him only to have to rapidly re-adjust as Spiderman webbed himself to the suit and climbed on top of Tony’s back.
“Sorry,” Peter said sheepishly, and Tony chuckled.
Back on the ground, the socerers were at the ready. As the Dragon’s tail was sucked up by the rift, the sorcerers sprung into action, the villian’s force field shattering under golden magic. Magical bonds snaked around the Medival-looking sorcerer and he seethed and ranted at all who would hear.
“Wow,” Tony said, “That was something huh?”
“Riding a dragon,” Peter said breathlessly, “Guess I can cross that off my bucket list.”
Tony looked over to Peter, who was laying on top of a wrecked car, catching his breath.
“So...wizards.”