Infelicity [P. Parker x Reader]

t w e n t y - n i n e

"So she knows," I said, not holding back my laughter at all.

Peter and I were hanging out at my apartment. I was currently nestled under some blankets on the opposite side of the couch from Peter. The television was playing the opening screen to our latest game binge. Right now, we were working through an RPG with some amazing music.

"Yeah, it wasn't a pretty sight to see. May was so mad when she found out this was what my 'Stark internship' has been for the past year. She's always told me to run in the other direction of danger, yet here I am running straight at it," he said with a smile.

"Sounds about right," I agreed. "Did you lose Pad Thai dinner nights for a couple weeks or something?"

He looked down at his hands while nodding. "I don't think that'll actually stick though. We all know that May can't cook to save her life." He paused, before quickly adding, "Don't you dare tell her I said that."

I grabbed my phone from its position on the couch, grinning. "Calling her now is always an option. I think you might even have to sleep on a park bench for a few weeks."

The shock on Peter's face spread at the sudden realization of what I was hinting at. He desperately tried to grab my phone, and I jumped to stand on top of the couch so his arms couldn't reach it.

Try as he might, but he was never getting this phone.

His next move was to pick me up, but I dodged his arms and fell to the hardwoods. Scrambling to my feet, I backed away from a spread out Peter on the couch. He recovered quickly, though, and came after me. I laughed at his clearly half-assed attempts at trying to grab me and gracefully slid down the hallway. He's not too far behind me when I make it to my small bedroom.

"What are you going to do now?" he asked, a smile bright on his face.

"Hm," I said, tapping a finger playfully on my chin, "not let you catch me, that's what."

The moment, however, was interrupted by searing pains in my head. Dropping the phone in retaliation, I gripped my head as the pulses continued.

Peter seemed to notice this, and my phone was completely forgotten. He took the few steps of distance between us and held my arms. "(Y/N)? What's going on?"

I shook my head, unsure of what was happening. Closing my eyes, I counted to five before opening them again, but I clearly saw I wasn't in my bedroom anymore.

A room with many doors centered around a heavy globe surrounds me. Three men were speaking amongst themselves, but I couldn't hear any of what they were saying. A symbol I've grown to know around Daniel was on each door and I realized this must be one of the sanctums Daniel was talking about.

I looked down to see that my body was surrounded in a gold light.

Astral projections? Daniel hadn't taught me those yet, and somehow I did it unconsciously.

The first sound I was able to hear was the toll of a bell. One of the men looked up in surprise, but the other two glanced briefly at one another.

"London," the bald man said.

A door to one of the other sanctums opened and they all turned to see a man running straight towards us. The liquid-like seal broke as the man tried to pass through, but got stabbed in the back, falling to the ground dead.

"Kaecilius!"

A man with way too heavy black char around his eyes and golden robes worked with whom I assume to be of lower status to raise a fiery golden spell into the air. Before anyone could do anything about it, it was slammed into the ground.