A few days pass and I am confined to the physician’s chambers. Merlin hasn’t left my side, partly out of fear for what will happen if he stepped out the door.
Gwaine, the knight I fought on my first day here, visits regularly. I have come to quite like him, he reminds me a lot of Clint in the way he acts. But treats me like a younger brother, like Pietro. It's strange how much of my family I see in these people.
Merlin is different. I see none of them in him. He is completely unique and for some reason that makes him all the more intriguing. I will not deny my attraction to the warlock, but it's more than just his external beauty that captivates me. It’s his unwavering loyalty to those around him, his need to protect those that can’t protect themselves. He has told me story after story of how he has protected Camelot from the likes of Morgana and it has only strengthened my adoration for him.
“You okay Peter? You spaced out a bit.” Merlin asked, resting his hand on my shoulder grounding me from my thoughts.
“Oh um yeah I’m fine. Just...thinking.” I lie not wanting to blurt out the real reason for my absence. If Merlin realised he didn’t comment which I expect. He isn’t one to pry.
“You ready for today’s lesson?” Merlin asks with a smile. An old book rests on his lap covered with golden runes that mask the true nature of the book. I nod my head eagerly and Merlin flips open the book.
Since we have been trapped in here for days on end, Merlin decided it wouldn’t hurt to help me control my magic. He has taught me some basic spells that help me channel my magic so it isn’t so instinctive. It’s hard at times but I can see the improvement.
“So you have mastered levitation and transportation. I want to see if you can manage elemental spells. For example,” His eyes glowed a deep gold that made my stomach flutter. He cupped his hands together and whispered a spell in the language of the old religion. “Bæl on bryne”
A small orange glow shone through the cracks of his cupped hands. The crackling of a flame filled the room. My beath hitched as he opened his hands to reveal a small flame resembling a campfire sitting in the palm of his hands. I expected to see a look of pain on the warlock’s face, but instead I saw one of pure joy.
“Wow.” Was all I could manage. After all this time I still find the act of magic beautiful. Especially if Merlin is the one doing it.
“Your turn.” Merlin states, extinguishing the fire without as much as a word. I glance down at the book and read over the spell countless times, committing it to memory. Once I am sure I know it, I take a deep breath and copy Merlin’s action.
My hands shook out of nervousness but I managed to keep them steady for long enough to mutter the spell.
“Bæl on bryne” A tingling sensation erupted in my palms taking me by surprise. The same orange glow was emitted drawing a triumphant laugh from my throat. “I did it!”
“You did.” I looked up from the flame to see Merlin gazing at me with those bright blue eyes overflowing with emotions I can’t even begin to decipher. We maintain this contact for a while until the flame grows to big and set a nearby book alight.
“Shit.” I mutter, clenching my fist to quench the flame. It works but the book is still alight. Without thinking my eyes flicker and the book flies into a bucket of water Merlin was using to mop the floors. The flame went out with a hiss and I breathed out in relief.
“You’re getting better. Just try not to set anything else on fire.” Gaius said from the door. I didn’t even notice him come in. How long was he standing there?
“Thank you. And I will try not to.” I laugh. Merlin gets up and walks over to the bucket, picking up the drenched book. With a wave of his hand it returned to its former state. I watched him as he proceeded to tidy up the workbench, removing anything I could possibly set fire to again.
“Your staring.” Gaius whispered as he passed. I cleared my throat and averted my eyes, focusing on the spell book in front of me. Am I really that obvious? Three loud beeps followed by an oh so familiar ring tone drew me from my lovesick thought.
“Urgent call from Tony Stark.” Karen’s voice filled the room. I wasted no time scrambling over to my suit and throwing on my mask.
“Hello?”
“Oh kid I am so sorry. I have failed you.” Tony was in tears and I would be lying if I said I wasn’t far off myself.
“You haven’t failed me. This is all my fault. I am going to try everything I can to get home, I promise. We just need time.”
“We? Who’s we?” Ah. They don’t know where I am. This could be...interesting.
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“Say it again. Just one more time.”
“For the hundredth time, I am in Camelot. My portal jumper acted more like a time machine and sent me back to the time of King Arthur, you know the legend. Merlin is helping me get home.” I say rolling my eyes. Honestly you would think a genius would get the idea after the third explanation!
“Thats...amazing. How the hell do you get yourself into these situations?” I can hear the laughter in my voice and it gives me a sense of nostalgic happiness I crave to get back.
“I know I know I’m an idiot. I have to go, Karen is running low on battery. I will call you when we have figured out a way to send me home.”
Several sighs are heard from the other side, leaving me to assume the rest of my family have been listening the entire time. I try not to let myself feel sad, I don’t want them to hear my pain. They are suffering enough already. So instead I put on an impressive facade that even Tony can’t hear through.
“It’s okay. Don’t worry about me, I have Merlin to help me. He is like even more powerful than Strange so I am definitely in good hands. I will be home soon, I promise.”
“Okay kid. You better hold up on that promise or I swear to god I am going to go back in time and drag you back by any means necessary.”
“Got it. Now I really have to go, my suits about to-”
Of course this is when Karen decides to shut down. The lights inside my mask fade and the voices of my family are distorted and low. Although I can make out a few distressed shouts of protest that make my stomach twist.
I don’t take my mask of, not wanting Merlin to see the tears brimming my eyes. I rest my head in my hands, willing the pain to disappear. If only it was that easy.
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I am way to into this story I have got six chapters ready to post aha
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Hidden Magic • Peter Parker ✓
FanfictionThis is adapted from my one shot 'Peter's trip' in both my Merlin and Spiderman one shot books. This is a Peter x Merlin fic, which is a ship I had never considered until writing this crossover!
