Peter ends up at Merlin's dimension
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Peter felt every fiber of his body pulsing painfully. He could feel his body slowly ending up dying. His spider-sense knew what would happen. He knew that he would die. And he knew there was nothing he could do. His eyes looked at his mentor, by now father figure.
"Mr.Stark I don't wanna go..."
He choked out Mr. Stark tried to make him feel better, but the male knew himself that he would now die. But the words were making him feel guilty. He remembered what Mr. Stark told him and this was why his last words were...
"I am sorry..."
Then all was black...
A warning as at some point there will be some bullying with physical abuse. As well as some sexual abuse. When you are not comfortable with it, I advise you not to read it. You have been warned. Adding another warning (3.25.2020), kidnapping, and mentioning of torture at some point.
This fanfic will as well usually be Peter's point of view. At some point Merthur and at some point Mordred x Peter (Can't figure out a ship name XD)
The characters don't belong to me but to the person who has made Merlin's bbc series and the one who has made Marvel.
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