Peripatetic | TASM!Peter Parker x Reader

21: Gone

Y/N STARK (6-2-8)

Peter and I walked down the street together, hand in hand. It had been a month and a half since the electro-guy had come through the Multiverse, and thankfully, it seemed he would be the last. There had been no disturbances, but of course, that couldn't last.

Peter and I were walking and talking when it happened. Everything was fine, and then the ground began to rumble. I looked at Peter in confusion, and something large and monstrous rounded the corner. It was a massive eye with tentacles, standing at least twenty feet tall, and it was heading straight towards us. I teleported Peter and I out of the way, up to the top of a roof, but the eye-thing spotted us instantly, as if it had tracked my journey.

"What the fuck is that thing?" Peter exclaimed as it began to climb the side of the building, getting closer and closer to us.

Before I could answer, a tentacle shot out and grabbed me, pulling me away from Peter. His hand was torn from my grasp, but suddenly I was falling, the tentacle no longer attached to the monster's body. I fell through an orange portal and onto my feet beside the one and only Stephen Strange.

"Stephen?! You're back!" I exclaimed loudly.

"Clearly," he retorted, and I was slightly disappointed that his trip hadn't made him warm up to me. Maybe he'd enjoyed the time away from me, and that was fair enough, seeing as my dad and my favourite shared hobby was annoying Strange.

Strange did some symbols with his hands and a massive, orange sword-thing appeared, clutched in his grasp. He pulled it back, took aim, and threw it at the creature, chopping off another of its tentacles. The creature roared, the noise shaking the ground beneath us as it charged, its body moving fluidly over the road and straight towards us. Before it could get close to us, a body clad in red and blue slammed into it with the force of a truck, sending the creature flying into a nearby building.

"Are you okay?" my Peter asked, the eyes on his suit revealing nothing of the emotions beneath.

I nodded once. "I'm fine," I replied, before turning my attention to Stephen. "Can you kill it?"

Stephen scoffed and rolled his eyes as if my question had offended him, which it probably did.

Arrogant bastard, I thought, but fondly. Stephen moved his hands again as the creature righted itself, fury blazing in its eye. Two disembodied hands appeared around the nearest lamppost, tugging it from the ground. Peter and I both got into defensive positions, ready to fight if Stephen failed, which I doubted he would. As the creature charged at us once more, the lamppost shot directly at its eye, before going straight through. I felt my stomach lurch as the pole removed the monster's eye, the sloppy pop making me want to hurl. But the creature fell to the ground, dead.

"What the hell was that thing?" I asked Stephen.

Stephen brushed a stray hair out of his face. "My best guess is a Multiversal demon."

My heart sank, and I glanced at the boy beside me. His suit covered his face, but I knew what expression was there. Fear, and dread. Now that Stephen was back, we had a chance at dealing with this multiverses-colliding problem, but would that mean Peter would have to be sent home?

Stephen created one of his wizard-portals, the familiar interior of one of the Tower's conference rooms visible on the other side. Stephen gestured for Peter and I to step through so we did, and headed to a pair of swivel chairs, sitting beside each other. Friday alerted the team to our presence, and less than five minutes later, everyone was gathered in the room.

I looked at my Peter, and he took his mask off, his eyes mirroring the emotions I had guessed they would. Stephen did a double take at my Peter's appearance, blinking in surprise.