I am Iron man
Chapter 4
If somebody had told Peter that twelve days was long he would have mocked. He was stuck for five years in some other God knows place and he was patient to come back. But these twelve days. They were torture. Every day he woke up, he marked it up in the calendar, every second he was counting. He found it hard to concentrate in lectures. To eat or to sleep. In the end he had to swallow five pills to sleep (his spidey healing factors made it impossible to be drowsy.)
Mr strange had took off the moment they got back to his apartment muttering his sanctum was left unguarded for too long. So he was truly alone. He was afraid to pick up calls of his best friend Ned as it might be hard for him to lie when he knew Mr stark will be back.
On the twelfth day, he woke up at 5. Bathing and getting ready and was almost disappointed to see no orange portals forming. He was ready to cry in frustration when he heard a knock at the door. And he opened cursing for untimely arrival of someone.
“Mr strange!” he exclaimed clearly surprised to see the man walking inside to the room.
“Let’s go. Our cab is waiting.” That was all he got before being filed into the car.
Seems like they didn’t have to go to a different planet. Loki was waiting in the sanctum for their arrival. This time he was in former self wearing the Asgardian armour and gold horned helms. He looked as deadly as the time of chituari invasion.
“Child” he greeted his voice still a bit warm.
“Mr Loki” he greeted back unable to contain the excitement, worry and anxiousness coursing through him.
“Spider child!” he heard Thor’s booming voice.
“Mr Thor” he called earning an eye roll from both of mages.
“If you’re done with the pleasantries, maybe you can help” Loki said gesturing them impatiently to the mages floor.
Peter wasted no time then. He could see that Loki had turn the entire floor of Mr strange’s library into some huge graphical pattern. There were some symbols written within the circle. He assumed it as some Norse enchantments. He wasn’t sure what it was but Loki had already began to take position.
“Thor I need you to stand back so that if anything goes wrong you need to pull me out. And sorcerer you need to draw the barrier so that portal will be closed as soon as Anthony comes out. Everyone dead wants to be back on Earth. If you do not close the portal on time, the sanctum will be set in ablaze and we will perish along with it. And child, you are to hold my hand and even if the ground shakes do not let me go. Close your eyes and until I tell otherwise your eyes will remain closed.”
Peter could only nod as the dusk was setting in. It was going to be a long night.
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Loki wasn’t exaggerating when he said the ritual would be long and laborious. He could hear the fervent chants of Loki - sometimes agitated, sometimes soothing. It was almost like beckoning someone out. More than once he heard his Tony’s sound. It was a whimper, sob, shriek but the most disheartening was when he heard the shout “PETER!” it sounded like chords of a guitar played by someone who didn’t know first-hand. Like it was Tony’s voice but it sounded like many sounds were added into it. All through the ordeal he clutched Loki’s hand trembling, shaking but never daring to open his eyes or lose the death grip.
It was well into the early morning hours when he heard a whimper from Loki-“let go child” and he loosened the grip only to see the God falling down us a leap. Thor was right next to Loki to hold him from falling down to the arc which now looked like a left over part of a battle.
Dr strange was sitting on the further end his hands trembling. Beads of sweats rolling down his torso. But everything was a back ground noise as Peter slowly approached the ring where now a body was waiting with his eyes closed.
And suddenly he heard a scream and turned to hear Loki crying clutching on his brother’s shoulders violently shaking- “Thor! Thor! Thor!”
“Kid” he heard a voice that he never thought he would hear again.
Tony stark was alive.