fool, peter parker [3]

seven: "mystery inc."

After Peter told Stephen that he needed more help with capturing the monsters, Davina quickly took her phone out and called MJ and Ned. She didn't call Juniper since her mom would most likely freak out and put her daughter on house arrest.

"I can't believe I'm in the sanctum sanctorum." Ned said, amazed by what he was seeing.

"Neither can i." Stephen mumbled. Yeah, he needed a break.

Ned stared at the building in awe. "So how did you know you were a man of magic? Because my nana says we have it in our family and I get these tinglings in my hand—"

"Talk to you physician."

"Peter! D!" Davina let out a sigh of relief when she saw her friends. She ran up to them bringing them into a much needed hug.

"I'm so sorry for dragging you into this." He quickly apologized. You have to help me find these guys."

"You don't have to apologize." MJ added.

"We're a team." Davina assured him.

"You got us a second shot at MIT. It's fine." MJ continued.

Ned interrupted the reunion. "So how did the bad guys get here?"

From the top of the stairs, Stephen Strange spoke. "We screwed up a spell trying to get you into college."

"I thought it was the MIT lady you saved?" MJ questioned while Ned asked if he did it with magic.

"Just one day without goddamn magic. Just one!" Davina groaned frustrated by the fact their lives were far from normal.

Peter frowned at her reaction. "No, that was after. Let's just focus on the good news, okay?"

"No, let's just focus on the bad news." Way to be positive, Stephen! "As of now, you have detected zero multiversal trespassers,  so get on your phone, scour the internet and . . . Scooby-Doo this shit." Yeah, Stephen really needed a vacation.

MJ scoffed at his words. "You're telling us what to do, even though it was your spell that got screwed up, meaning that all this is kinda your mess. I know a couple of magic words myself, starting with the word 'please'."

Stephen gave her a look. Was a teenage girl really making him say please?

"Please Scooby-Doo this shit." He accepted it, giving them a forced smile. "You can work in the undercroft."

Ned lightly gasped. "The undercroft?" The name itself sounded magical and spooky.

Davina was expecting it to be some sort of cool room. But no. . . Apparently a basement with a noisy washing machine was enough for Ned to call it badass. The group of teens entered the room, looking around at all the junk that was scattered. Ned even found a cool crossbow.

"Guys listen about this whole spell thing—"

MJ interrupted him. "It's totally okay."

Peter was taken back by her words. "Really?"

Davina nodded. "Yeah, we get it, Pete. You were just trying to fix things . . But it would've been nice to know about it before you go casting spells with Strange. We're in this together now."

Peter couldn't stand Davina being disappointed in him. It was the worst feeling in the world. "Deal. Ned?" He turned his attention to his best friend, who was too busy being amazed by all the items on a shelf.

"Oh, dude, I don't care. It's seriously not a big deal. Um. . . Woah! A torture rack!" Ned excitedly said as he walked towards the 'weapons'.

"That is a Pilates machine." MJ clarified.

"Huh, didn't take Stephen as the type to do Pilates." Davina chuckled.

"Okay! So we get the rest of the guys, you zap them, Doctor Magic will send them back, and when we get to MIT, round of stale doughnuts, my treat." MJ confirmed their plan.

"Easy, right?" Davina sighed deeply.

"Let's catch some multiverse men." Ned appeared beside her, holding the crossbow he had found.

"Hey! Who the hell are these two?" The robot guy that Peter was fighting on the highway spoke.

"These are my friends. This is MJ and this is Ned. And you know my girlfriend, Davina, already." Peter introduced the group. "I'm sorry, what was your name again?"

"Dr. Otto Octavius."

That earned a laugh from the group. "Wait no seriously, what's your actual name?" Peter asked again.

"Oh! Is that a dinosaur?" Ned asked when he saw the giant lizard in the cage.

Dinosaur, lizard, whatever. The group was determined to get things back to normal.