Spiderman One-shots 🕸️

Peter's trip #2

carried on from last chapter. I forgot to say that the timeline for Merlin is different to the show. In this fic Merlin is nineteen years old.

I woke up on the same bed from earlier that day. Except now it was night and the room was full of concerned knights, Merlin, Gaius and the King. 

"What happened?" I asked quietly, my head still throbbing slightly.

"You passed out." Merlin stated a little confused himself. The memories came back and I felt guilty.

"Sorry. I should have told you before. I get sensory overloads because of my powers. They are triggered by stress, this place is very stressful." I am met by kind smiles, making me feel slightly better.

A loud ding goes of and the knights draw their swords ready to attack. I couldn't hold back my laughs as I went over to pick up my mask. I put it on an unlocked Karen.

"Hello Peter, how can I be of assistance."

"Hi Karen, do I have a new message. There was an alert." A envelope icon pops up with a little 1 above it.

"It appears you do have one message. Opening now."

"Kid we can't get to you. Bruce, Stephen and I have tried everything we can. Strange even used the time stone. But nothing will work. I am so sorry I failed you kid." The message ended and I tore the mask of sending it flying into the wall. I collapsed back on the bed and began to cry, completely forgetting about the others in the room.

They can't get me back. If two of the smartest people on earth and a damn wizard can't get me home whats the hope for me?

"Peter, it's okay. We will figure out a way to get you home." Merlin said, drawing me into a hug which I melted into.

"How? You don't have any technology to send me home." I wept. Merlin inhaled sharply, seemingly contemplating whether or not to say something more.

"I know a way. I can use my magic to send you home."

"What!?" Arthur yells but Merlin gives him a stern look.

"Now really isn't the time for this discussion Arthur."

"I think it is!" All their shouting was making my head throb louder.

"No it's not Arthur. Once we have sent Peter home, then we can talk about this." Merlin yelled, standing up.

"Guys." I whisper holding my head. They ignore me.

"Merlin why didn't you tell me?"

"Like I could walk up to the Prince of Camelot and say 'Oh hey Arthur just so you know I am a warlock.' You would have killed me!"

"Guys." I say a little louder. The knights are to focused on the screaming battle going on to notice my discomfort.

"I don't think I would have." Arthur yelled.

"Well I didn't want to put you in that position."

"GUYS!" I scream. A burst of energy pulses through me and knocks everyone of their feet. All eyes land on me, slightly afraid of my outburst. If I'm being honest so am I.

"Wh- what was that?" A tall muscular knight, who I believe is called Percival stuttered.

"I don't know." I whispered looking down at my hands which felt like they were pulsing.

"Peter you have magic."

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I could still hear the heated argument from my guest chamber. Merlin and Arthur had barely stopped and it has been two hours. It was stressing me the hell out. Not to mention I have magic. Magic! Why the hell do I have magic?