Peter finds himself in a strange new world
Purple light crackled in the air, and Tony, Pepper, Bruce, Rhodey, Bucky, Steve, Nat, and Clint vanished. Peter stood in shocked silence, gaping at the empty room.
"Oops," the enchantress laughed.
"What did you do!" Peter screamed. Were they all dead? They couldn't be!
"I want to have some entertainment," the woman laughed.
"Where did you put them!?" Peter prepared himself to fight. He had to get them back.
"Nah-ah. No violence now."
Magic crackled through Peter and he found he couldn't move.
"None of your friends are dead. Not yet anyway," The woman laughed, Peter didn't like her laugh, it was earey and wicked, "I just have them tucked away in a different reality. You can get them back."
"How!?" Peter was willing to do anything.
"I will send you there, and you have collect eight things for me," The woman explained, "The things will appear written on your arm. I also have to make things hard on you, so if anyone dies there, they will not come back when you fix everything."
"Why are you doing this?!" Peter cried.
The woman shrugged.
"I'm bored. Oh, and one other thing, you are the only one who will remember the real world."
Peter nodded.
"Fine I'll do it," Peter agreed.
A sharp cracking pain exploded through him.
"Good luck," The woman cackled as the world Peter knew vanished before his eyes.
Peter sat up in the middle of a huge field; tall grass was all around him. He stood up and looked around, and realized that the woman had never said what kind of alternate reality this was. He glanced down at his arm, black letters spilled across his arm. The list.
The kings crown
A dragon's tear
The outlaw leader's favorite cutlass
An assassin's throwing knife
An assassin's arrow
Three strands of the queen's hair
The general's sword
The outlaw leader's best friend's eye patch
Peter sighed. This was not going to be easy. He hadn't the slightest idea on how to find any of those things. The thudding of hooves behind him made Peter turn around. Eight horses were approaching him at an easy lope. Each horse was well armored. They charged past Peter, and then turned around and came back. Peter debated running, but knew he couldn't out a run a horse. The horses stopped in front of him. Peter looked up and instantly recognized the lead rider.
"Oh hey Rhodey!" Peter blurted before he could stop himself. Confusion crossed the man's face.
"I think you have the wrong person. I am General James. Not whatever you just called me," The man stated angrily. Peter had forgotten that he didn't remember the real world, "You young man better have a good reason for being in this restricted area."
Restricted area?!
"I- um... got lost?" Peter tried.
Rhodey snorted. Peter gulped. Guess that excuse isn't going to fly.
"Officer, tie this kid up. He could be a spy for the outlaws. We should take him to the king," Rhodey gestured, and a man hopped off his horse and walked toward Peter. Peter debated fighting, but thought better of it. He would wait until he knew what was going on to make any decisions. The man bound his hands tightly, and pulled him up onto a horse. Once the man situated on the horse in front of him he gave Rhodey a nod and they took off. It took all of Peter's effort to not fall off the horse.
They had been riding for maybe an hour when the spires of a castle began to appear over the rise of a hill. They crested the hill, and the sight of the massive castle took Peter's breath away. It was far bigger than any castle he had ever seen. It looked as though it contained a city with in its walls. They rode toward it's massive gates, and stopped. A river separated the land from the castle. A moat. The castle had a moat. Peter would have done a flip if he hadn't been tied to the back of a horse. This was the literal coolest thing ever!
The sound of heavy metal clanking came from within the walls, and the draw bridge began lowering. It finally stopped with a heavy thud. The horses started forward, heavy stone gates opened slowly as they made their way across the bridge. Inside the walls was amazing, and not too much unlike New York. The bases of the stone spires formed stone walls along the stone streets. Peter had long forgotten why he was here. This was all so cool. They trotted through the streets. Children ran along next to the horses looking very pleased. The horses came to stop at a secondary gate, probably the gate to the palace where the king was. It opened revealing a white marble building. Peter couldn't get over how beautiful it was. There were well armored guards walking through the courtyard in pairs. Peter looked up and saw men standing guard on the secondary wall, and more men standing guard by the entrance to white marble building. Peter was so busy taking everything in he didn't notice the men dismounting the horses. Peter was yanked off the horse, and out of his stupor.
"Quit gawking, and come on!" The man shoved Peter forward. The guards opened the doors to the building as they approached. Peter was shoved into the building. The interior of the building was even more beautiful than the outside. It had a huge arching sealing with massive pillars. Peter was shoved along toward the throne that had someone sitting in it, and was shoved to the ground in front of it before he had the chance to see who was sitting in it before he had been thrown to the ground.
"We found him in the restricted area outside the city," Rhodey stated, "He said he got lost, but I don't buy it."
"Dude you seriously do not have to bring me every single person you come across in the restricted zone. Sometimes they are actually just lost. Also if you are worried that they might be spy it makes zero sense for you to bring them to me," Peter recognized the voice immediately. He didn't even have to look up to know that the man sitting on the throne was Tony Stark.