MULTIVERSE// A Supernatural / MCU crossover adventure

Dont worry about me!

"So?" MJ asks.

I get pulled back into reality, after completely disassociating. "Huh?" I look up to see MJ and Jack in the kitchen.

"Did Dean need anything?" MJ repeats herself.

I'm lost in thought. I have to kind of rack my brain to remember if he actually wanted anything. "Oh no no... let's go." I smile, getting a returning grin from Jack.

It's cold out, but Sam gave us each a jacket. We look ridiculous, particularly me, they're massively over sized.
The street is dark with the occasional light peeping through a store window. I asked Jack to take us to any place that'll sell DVDs.

I get the courage to ask what's been on my mind,"Hey Jack?".

"Yes Peter?"

"Are Dean and Cas like... together? Or?.." his confused face does not reassure me that he understands. "You know? Like are they... together?"

He looks and me and frowns, then looks away in thought. I kinda regret asking that now.

"No... I don't think so." He doesn't look convinced.

"Oh." I say, embarrassed.

"Why do you ask?" He questions me.

"Well I- it was probably nothing but- I, Just got a vibe. You know?"

Jack just blinks at me.

MJ cuts in, "You know, I sort of thought the same thing. They share some mad eye contact."

"Well, I." Jack stumbles "I never really thought about that. I'll ask Cas when we get home."

"Uh I don't think that's a good idea." I panic "maybes its a secret?.."

"But..." Jack says, "secrets are bad. Why would they keep this a secret?" Jack trails off, only to be distracted by the DVD store he finally found.

We all walk inside. I immediately feel much warmer.
Jack walks over to the sci-fi section, MJ follows him. I on the other hand, have been caught off guard by a giant poster behind the counter. It has Mr Stark on it, alongside many of the other avengers. It's weird seeing his face here. I know it's not really him, it's just an actor in this world, but it still gives me a sick drop in my stomach. I really miss him.

"You a fan kid?" Says the old man working the counter. I almost didn't see him.

"Huh?" I realise he's talking about Mr Stark. "Yeah, big fan." I trail off.

"I never really got into those type of movies, too much violence."

His words trigger the many memories of the final fight with Thanos. I thought I was fine with violence, but this was different. I remember seeing good people getting hurt... and worse. I remember when I saw Tony sitting there, I didn't realise what was happening until I came right up to him. It was horrific.

I'm pulled back into reality as I feel a wave of panic shoot through my chest. My breathing is shallow, and my lungs feel like they're going to explode.
On top of all this, my mind races through all the terrible things that are happening now. Am I ever going to get home? Will this ghost get me before I even have the chance?

Will I ever see May again?...

"You ok kid?" I faintly hear the old man say, but all I can see is a blur.

I'm unable to respond, words feel too difficult. I start to stumble myself outside. The cold air is harsh but refreshing, just what I needed.
I slide down a brick wall, without fully intending to. I try and concentrate on my breathing, each breath getting easier.

"Peter?"

I look up to see Jack standing above me. I didn't even hear him walk out.

"What are you doing on the ground?" His head tilts, his voice full of concern.

It takes a couple seconds, but I'm able to form a sentence. "I'm just getting some air." I start to stand up, still slightly out of breath.

"What's the matter?" He helps me stand up.

"N-nothing. Where's MJ?" I say quietly.

"She's inside, I'll go get her!" He turns to head back in but I stop him.

"No no, she doesn't need to know."

He looks at me, frowning his brows. "Know what?" He says softly.

"Exactly! There's nothing to tell!" I try and brush it off. I don't want MJ to worry about me. In fact, I don't want anyone to be worrying about me, makes me feel vulnerable.
"Let's just go pick a DVD, yeah?" I suggest.

I begin to walk in again, but the sight of that poster feels... threatening.
"Hey actually it's a little warm in here, I'll just wait outside." I smile at Jack, pointing to where I'll be waiting.

"O-k" Jack says, confusion in his tone.

After a couple of minutes, Jack and MJ walk back out. MJ's holding the first Back To The Future.

"You alright Peter?" MJ asks me.

"Oh yeah! I was just getting hot in there." I quickly try to change the topic. "So! Back To The Future? I love that film."

"Yeah," MJ laughs. "Jacks never seen it so I thought we could all enjoy it together."

Together, we trek back to the bunker. The walk is mostly silent, but occasionally that's interrupted by Jack getting excited by anything; bird; squirrel; 'pretty' tree. He likes to commentate I've noticed.

When we get back inside, the first thing I hear is Sam's loud voice, followed by Deans in the kitchen.

"Dean you've literally drunk all of the beer, I don't think you need anymore."

"PFFT! Sammy you can't tell me what to do." I hear him laugh.

Jack glares back at us. "Is he drunk?" He whispers.

I shrug my shoulders. It seems like it.

We walk into the kitchen, Sam brushes my shoulder as he exits. I hear him sigh on the way out.

"Dean?" Jack says, softly.

"Yes devil child?" Dean smirks.

"What- What are you doing?"

Dean dramatically throws his hands up. "What does it look like? I'm getting druuuuunk." He slurs.

MJ and I turn to share a look.

"Dean," Jack says sternly, "maybe you should go to bed."

"Nah nah nah nah nah." He stumbles over to Jack, and lays his finger over Jacks lips. "Shhhhhhhhhh." Jack flicks his hand away. "It's not bed time."

Jack turns around to face us. "I didn't even know he could get drunk, he's practically immune to the stuff. He must have had a lot."

Dean giggles. "Oh yeah." He lifts his eyebrows.

"Lets just go." Jack pouts, leading us out of the kitchen.

"Have fun! But not TOO much fun.. he-he-he." Dean shouts from the other room.