Pills N Potions

∆19∆

Long time, no see.

HEY LOVES!

I've been super busy, but FINALLY a chapter for you guys !

Song is Friend, Please by Twenty Øne Pilots ❤

✖✖✖

Bruce figured it out.

He immediately took it to Peter, just as he promised. Peter's eyes lit up once he realized what the reddish black liquid was for.

"So, we're supposed to drink this?" Peter asked, examining it closely.

"Yep, pretend you're Alice in Wonderland," Bruce replied, "And this one should get you back."

Tony, who stood beside Peter, took the flask from Bruce that contained a light bluish liquid. Everyone was in the large kitchen, watching the father and son getting ready to leave.

"Red gets us there, blue gets us back. Got it," Tony said, putting the flask in his pocket. Peter held the red potion in his hand, cap popped open.

He kept asking himself if he was ready to do this, but the truth was, he would never be. Risking killing himself and his dad, and leaving his newborns because he's thinking selfishly. He just really wants Wade back.

"Ready?" Tony asked his son.

Peter looked up from the small bottle and over to his dad. They didn't have any weapons or special gear, just the clothes on their backs. And boy, did Peter hope that was enough.

The sixteen year old sighed and looked over at Pietro in the doorway, Clint standing behind his wheelchair like always. Peter's throat went dry.

"Will you come with us?"

Everyone stared at Peter with a mix of shock and confusion. Pietro, who was holding Peter's baby twins in his arms, looked up at his lover.

Clint blinked and furrowed his brow, "Me?"

"Yes."

"Peter, why-" Tony started but quickly got cut off by his son.

"Because he's a hunter, right? You think we'll just be able to go to the Cimmerian and get Wade without anyone trying to kill us?"

Tony blinked but nodded his head once in understanding. There was no doubt that it would be hard getting Wade back, but Clint could make it easier.

"Please?" Peter asked again, "We'll have a better chance of making it back alive with you."

Clint pressed his lips together. He looked down at his boyfriend before looking back up at Peter's pleading face.

"Look, kid. I don't-"

"He'll go," Pietro cut him off causing Clint to look down at him in disbelief.

"Pietro," Clint hissed under his breath.

"Don't be stupid," Pietro retorted, facing his boyfriend, "They need you."

Clint opened his mouth to protest, but stopped when he saw the look on Pietro's face.

"Fine, I'll help you Starks'-"

"It's Stark-Rogers," Tony cut in immediately.

Clint helped up his arms in defense and mocked Tony, "Excuse me, Stark-Rogers. Plus, it'll give me a chance to try out those arrows Bruce made me."

Bruce's eyes lit up, "Oh, yeah. I almost forgot about those."

The older man opened a nearby cabinet and removed the quiver of arrows. He drew one, so the arrowhead was displayed. The usual metal of it looked to be coated in some sort of purple liquid.