Familiar faces with no recognition
Peter wanted more than anything to jump up and hug the man, but he knew that was a bad idea. Mr. Stark wouldn't recognize him.
The king looked disapproving down his nose at Peter.
“So kid were you lost? Or are you an outlaw looking to assassinate me?” Mr. Stark asked.
“No! I would never try to assassinate you!” Peter was a little offended by the question even though he knew Tony didn't know him, “I was lost, I swear!”
Mr. Stark seemed satisfied by this, because he gave Rhodey a look. Peter recognized that look. He wondered if the two the men were still best friends. He also wondered how much everyone’s personalities had been altered. He hoped they were still the same people he knew, only with different memories.
“You shouldn't be so trusting,” Rhodey grumbled obviously not satisfied with Peter’s answer.
“The kid is what 14? Even Rogers wouldn't go as far as to send a kid to assassinate me.”
What the fuck? Rogers? Sending assassins??? Peter prayed it wasn't Steve. He did not want to have to stop everyone from killing each other while trying to find each of the things written on his arm.
“I wouldn't put anything past him, not after…” Mr. Stark raised an eyebrow and Rhodey trailed off.
After what? What happened? Why did Steve want Tony dead???
Peter wished that stupid enchantress had given him knowledge of this new world he was stuck in.
“Rogers is not going to send a kid to kill me,” Mr. Stark insisted, “plus knowing him, he probably wants to a sword through my heart himself.”
Mr. Stark sounded bitter (which if Steve wanted him dead he probably had every right to be bitter.)
“You don't know that!” Rhodey rose his voice a little.
“Rhodes drop it! Let the kid go,” Tony rose his voice back. That answered that question. They must be friends, or close to it, if Rhodey felt comfortable challenging the king like that.
“Tony you are making a mistake,” Rhodey growled. Mr. Stark rolled his eyes and ignored Rhodey.
“Kid, how far away from the city do live?”
Rhodey raised his eyebrows in alarm.
“No! Nuh-uh! Do not even think about it!” Rhodey blurted.
“Zip it Rhodes. I am not kicking this kid out of the city after dark. Its to dangerous,” Tony barked angrily, and Rhodey fell silent, but still glared at Peter.
“Faraway sir… your majesty,” Peter had no clue how he should address Mr. Stark. To his surprise the man laughed.
“Sorry. I found that amusing,” Tony chuckled, “you can spend the night in the city, and then leave tomorrow.”
“Thank you so much your majesty,” Peter felt really weird calling Mr. Stark that. It felt wrong.
“Drop the your majesty shit. Its annoying. Sir is fine,” Tony called as Peter was lead out of the building. Rhodey grabbed him by the collar right after door had closed.
“You even think about starting anything and i will kill you,” Rhodey hissed in his ear. Peter believed him.
A foot nudged Peter and he sat up in surprise.
“You good kid?"
"Nat!" Peter exclaimed and jumped and hugged her before he remembered she did not know who he was.
"Okay, calm down kid. I'm not sure how you know my name, or why you are hugging me, but I am glad you're okay," Nat sounded amused. Peter pulled away from her, and the memories from the previous night came back. He hadn't been able to find anywhere to stay, so he had curled up in the most comfortable corner he could find, and gone to sleep.
"Sorry," Peter stamered and back away from her a little bit.
"It's fine, I'm just glad you aren't dead. You looked pretty not good," Nat smiled, "Do you have somewhere to go?"
Peter shook his head.
"Well that's not okay," She replied and frowned, "You can come and hang out with me and my best friend if you want."
Clint. She must be talking about Clint.
"Sure," Peter shrugged. He was glad to have a familiar face that was willing to let him stick with them.