Whatever It Takes

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Thea's POV
We fell and swam through this blue tunnel. We popped into an alley way in New York. We both undid our suits and looked around, "Are you sure we're in the past?"

"One-hundred percent," he nodded.

"Okay," I sighed as we left the alley. "So what's the first thing on the agenda?"

"You," he turned to me, "are getting put into the school as a student. Already registered. We need Peter Parker. So, you up for it?"

"Anything to get my father back," I nodded.

"Perfect," he nodded. "Now you just need a coy backpack."

"Why don't we go buy one?" I asked.

"Cause somebody could steal something from us what we need and we don't have the time. Follow me."

I did as he said and we both walked into the school. There were so many students. So many kids of all ages. I've never been near so many besides New York. I felt so intimidated.

We walked into the office. The secretary looked up, "Oh, are you new? Name and registration number."

"Morgan Strange; 511."

"Ah, I see you. Here you go, and enjoy your day." She handed me a few papers for the school. We walked out and back into the hallway. Everyone had gone to class, so the halls were weirdly silent. 

"I will be wait for you a few blocked from here. Get Peter and meet me. Got it? No messing around. We don't have time."

"I know. I'll get him. See ya then," I told him. I watched as he left, and I had no idea what class Peter was in. I sighed and headed down the hall. To my luck, I saw the young boy heading towards a water fountain down the hall.

I strolled along rather quickly. I got up behind and coughed a bit. He turned and stood up. "Sorry." He mumbled.

I nodded, "Follow me."

"Why?" He eyes me suspiciously.

"I'll tell you, but not here. Library," I turned and began to look around. Where the fuck is the library?

"Are you new? Cause that's not where the library is..."

I sighed, "Yeah."

"Okay, follow me. I'll show you," he smiled. He led us towards a double door entrance to the Library. "So what were you saying?"

I nodded towards the nearest shelving. We made our way into the books. I looked around, checking for people. I sighed and extended my hand, "I am...Morgan."

"Peter. Do I know you? I feel like I do..."

"Nope," I shook my head. "I mean, I don't think you have."

"Okay..."

"Peter, we need you. There's a way, possibly, to get Tony Stark back."

Peter rolled his eyes, "I get it. You're one of those kids. The ones who like to tease and make fun of people who have lost ones that they loved. And can I just say-"

"Wait, what?" I stopped him. "Who's made fun of you for being close to Tony? But I'm definitely not one of those kids. I'm dead serious."

"Well, how would we even save him? Because I watched him die. I was there. Were you? No. You weren't," Peter was seeming to get very angered and melancholy.

I sighed, "I know I wasn't. But I couldn't have, okay? And I know what I'm saying sounds ridiculous. Trust me. It sounded ridiculous when the wizard showed up and said it. But...I'm willing to take the risk. And we can't save him without you."

"Wizard?" He asked. "Do you mean...Dr. Strange?"

"Bingo."

"So...he said...we could bring him back?"

"Yep," I nodded. "And we both know about him and the time stone, so we know he can't be lying."

I watched as Peter thought long and hard about what we were going to do. He spoke again, "Why me?"

"We're both close to Stark?" I shrugged.

"How are you close to him?"

"Second cousin," I lied, "twice removed."

"Sure," he eyed me. "When are we going to head out?"

"Now. Let's go," I turned to walk away.

"Wait, we can't just leave the school. We'll be in major trouble," Peter grabbed my arm.

"Not if they don't see you leave," I smirked. We hustled towards the door. "Leave through one of the windows in the bathrooms. I'll meet you outside on the curb. Don't let me down, Peter."

"Don't plan to," he nodded. We went our separate ways. I walked out of the door without a person saying something to me about leaving. I saw Peter right as he was climbing out of the bathroom window.

I watched as the boy fell onto the ground. But, instead of falling on his butt, he landed on his hands. Man, am I slightly jealous of his senses.

He ran over to me, "Hey."

"Dr. Strange is a few blocks from here at a cafe shop. He said he'd meet us there."

"Okay," he nodded. We walked down the sidewalk in the direction of the cafe shop.

•••

We made it about five minutes later. It was weird to see Strange in normal clothes and a cup of coffee in his hands. He noticed us through the glass and nodded us inside. We walked in and sat down across from him.

Before we got to talk, the waitress came up "What would you two like to drink?"

"Mocha, please," I replied.

"I'll take the same."

She left, and we began our discussion. "So how's this going to work?" Peter asked.

"That is what I can't tell you. You two have to work together. I can only guide you," Strange answered sipping his tea.

"Where are we supposed to look?" Peter turned to me and asked.

"We should go check the mortuary. It's a week before his 'funeral' so it should still be there," I answered.

The waitress came back. She set down our drinks and we began to plan. And can I just say, that mocha was muy bueno.

We handed in a check for our drinks and left. "Welp, off to the funeral home." And here I'd never thought I'd be able to see my father's dead corpse ever. Maybe it'll be a good thing I never did.