Hidden Magic • Peter Parker ✓

Chapter 1

Some info before we start. Merlin and Peter are both eighteen. Arthur is twenty one, and king. I kinda messed with the timelines but who cares aha. Plot convinience!

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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 has worked for Tony, now when he sets off a certain blast he can teleport to wherever he aims. I was hoping to do the same thing but with my webs.

Alas 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 off 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 out 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 too 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 continuum 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 fought my body to sit up.

Hands are by my side in an instant, helping me to sit up fully. When my arm falls I am staring face to face with a pale, ebony haired boy not much older than I. Maybe eighteen 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 desperately to lug myself off 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.

"I learnt about it at school in like fourth grade or something." I mumble. Then something else came to mind. "When you found me, was I wearing a red and blue suit?"

Merlin nodded and handed me the messy suit with much curiosity. I slip the mask over my face and allow Karen to scan my retina. A surge of energy rushes through the suit as it powers on. Both males jump back in surprise when Karen starts talking.