Spiderman One-shots 🕸️

Peter's trip #1

This story is inspired by the one and only joanna19957 and her amazing book 'Peter ends up in Merlin's dimension'. Go check it out it is an outstanding book!

For those of you who don't know what Merlin is I 100% recommend the show, it's on Netflix. Warning you will cry at the end that is just fact.

Summary: a science experiment gone wrong, Peter ends up creating a portal sending him back almost two thousand years in the past, to the age of Camelot.

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I stood at my desk and let out a very frustrated sigh. This was my fourth attempt at making a teleportation device small enough to fit into my web shooters. It had worked for Tony, now when he sets of a certain blast he can teleport to where ever he aims. I was hoping to do the same thing but with my webs.

My Parker luck seems to be against me at the moment. I slump back in my chair and rub my hands over my face, slinging the failed attempt onto the ever growing pile. When it collides with the other metal it begins to beep.

Weird, it shouldn't be beeping.

It gives of a faint red light. Red is never a good sign. My spidey senses are going crazy, telling me to run. But since when have I ever listened to them.

I move closer to the machine and lift it up with a pair of tongs kept below my work bench. It is overheating and whirring like crazy. Definitely not good.

"Friday analyse." I call to the AI and she proceeds to scan it, putting up the specs on a blue hologram. I read through and drop the machine. Something is very very wrong. The quantum processor is going haywire, drawing to much energy from it's realm. I can't turn it off.

"Friday call Tony." I yell starting to panic. How did this go so wrong?

I could hear Tony's footsteps rushing down the stairs, but it was too late. A gash in the space time continum opened up and sucked me in. I resisted long enough to see Tony's terrified face before blacking out and getting sucked into the void.

What a great way to end a Monday.

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"Do you think he will wake up?"
"I don't know Merlin, he has been out for three days now."

I open my eyes and groggily wipe my face, my arm feeling way too heavy. SO much so that I can't lift it off my face. I let out a small groan of annoyance and fight my body to sit up. Hands are by my side in an instant, helping me up fully.

When my arm falls I am staring face to face with a pale, ebony haired boy not much older than I. Maybe twenty years old. His blue eyes are filled with worry yet relief. I suddenly feel bad that I have caused a stranger such pain. Then something clicks.

"Merlin? Where the hell am I? Where's Mr Stark?" I say frantically, trying desperatly to lug myself of the bed. I'm held down by the young man who is a lot stronger than he looks.

"Hey hey calm down. You're in Camelot, I'm Merlin and this is my mentor Gaius. You have been out for three days, we found you on a patrol." all this information makes my head want to explode. I'm in Camelot? As in King Arthur and Famous Warlock...

"Merlin! Oh my god your that famous wizard from the Arthur legend. How the hell did I end up here?" I exclaim, partly thinking aloud. Merlin looks at me as if I have lost my mind, which given where I am is a very good possibility.

"Do you want to get me killed. You can't just go shouting that. Anyway how on earth do you even know I am a warlock." He emphasised the word warlock as if wizard was offensive, maybe it is I have no idea. I pick at the hem of a shirt that's definitely not mine out of guilt.