Have You Ever Heard of the French Mistake, Mr. Stark?

His head hurt. Peter opens his eyes and tries to get them to focus before he notices that he’s sitting in an alley.

It’s a dirty one too.

A grunt next to him startles the teen, but looking over his shoulder, his anxiety dies down when he sees the face of his mentor.

Okay cool, no scary bad guy next to him.

...wait

“Mr. Stark?” He calls his name, ready to ask a question

He groans “Mm, yep my head is throbbing now..yeah, kid?”

“What happened?”

The last thing he can remember was packing his suit into his backpack so he’d be ready to swing his way back home after school that morning, but now he was laying against a brick wall with Tony Stark in the middle of who knows where.

“I have no idea” the man sits up and let’s his eyes sweep the area, looking for any signs of danger

“Come on, Pete. We’ve got no idea what’s going on, let’s try to get back to the compound or something”

They stand up, the boy slinking his backpack over his shoulder (thank God that whatever happened, he brought his stuff with him) and began to walk.

The streets didn’t look too busy, but nevertheless, Mr. Stark had put on his signature sunglasses to try and obscure his face while turning up his hood on a sweatshirt he had on. The faint glow of the arc reactor showing underneath.

Peter decided to follow in the same manner, after all, walking with someone as famous as Tony Stark can get you a lot of unwanted attention.

They probably walked a good fifty steps before a giant billboard sign made them stop dead in their tracks.

"Uh, Mr. Stark?"

He looked upwards, a change from his continual left to right movements, watching for any signs of danger, and there it was. A big fat sign with their faces on it. Well, not just their faces, but it looked like every super hero's face's too.

"What the fuck?" he says in shock, because really, who wouldn't be shocked if they saw a giant billboard with everyone they know, including themself, posing like some movie poster with some stupid title right next to it.

"Avengers: Infinity War" Peter reads out loud and - oh

Oh shit.

Oh shit.

That is a movie poster.

The billionaire take off his sunglasses and pulls down his hoodie as if that would make the poster go away like some image he thought he had seen in the corner of his eye. That decision was not a very good one, because it seemed like the second he had done that, a swarm of people had all shown up from almost no where. Some were shouting, others were so excited they could hardly make out a word.

Of course, the man was used to this, he got this on the daily basis, but when some of the girls had gone up to Peter and were squealing, begging for an autograph and selfie. It made no sense and the names they were shouting to them didn't help their confusion.

"Tom Holland!" one cried

"Please, can we take a picture with you two?" a couple of guys asked

"Oh my God, Robert Downey Jr.!" a middle aged woman shrieked

"Spider-Man!" a little boy giggled

"Iron-Man!" a teenaged girl screamed

What the actual fuck

Somehow, by some miracle, they were saved. Some man had walked right up to them, pushing away the fans, telling them that they had to go and that they could come later to the meet and greet in some store, they didn't quiet catch the name, then were both being shoved into a car.

Once safely inside the comforts of the vehicle, sitting in the backseat with the guy, Peter sitting in the center seat, Tony's eyes light up in recognition.

"Bru-" the older man never finished the name and instead was cut off

"Robert, Tom, thought you guys were hanging at the hotel?" alright, so not Bruce.

"Mr. Stark, are we dreaming?" the teen turns and directs the question to his mentor who looks just as utterly clueless

Not-Bruce looks confused too then chuckles"Oh, are you guys doing some character improv?"

"Maybe" he answers, never taking his eyes off of the famous scientist's look alike

"Um, what are you guys doing?" the man gives a nervous laugh, looking between the two

"Can two people dream at the same time?" Peter asks

"I'm not sure"

"Uh, seriously..what are you doing?"

The fifteen year old faces the man and speaks directly to him. "You're not Dr. Banner, are you"

"Well, I mean I play his character, but you guys know this"

"Where are we?" he continues

"We're going back to the hotel now, I was just stopping over to grab a bite to eat" he pauses then stares at both of them incredulously "Is this some joke that Evans or Sebastian put you up to or..."

The car ride was filled with more confused chatter until they had arrived at some fancy five star resort. They got out, still trying to clarify what the everliving fuck was going on, but soon ran into two more people, practically knocking each other onto the floor.

"Sorry" Peter apologized, his eyes sweeping upwards to meet an exact pair eyes staring back at him. They both took a step back and looked each other over then the pair made the same movement to look to their companion and see Mr. Stark also making eye contact with himself then look to the Peters.

Before any of them could say anything, Not-Bruce came to the rescue again and instantly told them to all go to the room. They tried to quickly get out of the public eye as fast as possible and hopped onto an elevator where they stood on opposite sides, the originals standing to the left and the Not-originals standing to the right. They remained silent and continued to stare at themselves like some absurd fun-house mirror. (At least the Mr. Stark and his clone were having a stare down. Peter and his twin just watched each other with blank expressions and the smallest of smiles playing on their lips)

The doors opened and they all walked down the hall until Stark replica pulled out a card and swiped at a door lock, opening it up and allowing everyone inside a room. No one said a word still, until the billionaire decided enough was enough.

"So, is anyone wanting to explain to me why the hell there are exact copies of me and Peter, why he" the man points to Not-Bruce "isn't my science bro, and why a bunch of people were calling the kid Spider-Man" Forget about where they were, he needed to know who these people are

Peter #2 puts up a hand and begins speaking "Uh, actually, I was wondering the same thing..well not really, but I mean, are you guys supposed to be stunt doubles because 2 things: one, I do my own stunts so I'm not sure why he's here" #2 gestures to the kid "and two, they stepped up the makeup game on you guys" he finishes, and Tony almost wants to laugh because Peter's clone is British

"Stunt..no, wait, explain everything please because Mr. Stark and I have no clue what's going on"

"I literally have no idea what you want us to explain so why don't you guys explain, I think we're all confused on this one" Peter #2 replies

"Well I was in a meeting then I woke up in an alley and saw a giant poster with my face on it and ran into you guys" Mr. Stark leaned against the wall

"And I was just getting ready to go to school then poof I'm here"

The three others looked at each other then back to the two, varying ranges of confusion and shock.

"What's your names? Like, your actual names" Mr. Stark's twin asked

"I'm Tony Stark you dipshit"

"Uh, I'm Peter Parker" the duo had said at the same time, the latter obviously being much nicer to the other people

"Robert, I don't know what's going on, we should - should we call security?" Not-Bruce had murmured under his breath, but the teenager's look alike stopped them

"No guys, come on, they don't seem dangerous, I mean, I know this whole thing sounds impossible, but just pretend it is them, well they wouldn't do any harm"

The billionaire cut in "Oh believe me, if you did something, I would not hesitate to hurt you" he unzipped his sweater, allowing his arc reactor's light to shine as the nano suit he had just perfected started building onto his hand to form only one full Iron-Man glove

"Holy shit!" the British Peter cried excitedly "How did you do that?!"

"I'm Iron-Man, remember?" he smiles sarcastically, ready to shoot because this was getting really annoying now.

"And you're the real Spider-Man then?" he shouted more as a statement than a question

"N-No, I'm, uh, I'm not Spider-Man" he tried lying

"You totally are, man! Dude this is like the coolest thing ever!" he laughed "Oh and by the way, I'm Tom, er Tom Holland. That's RDJ aka Robert Downey Jr. and he's Mark Ruffalo"

RDJ had taken a step forward to stand next to Tom "We're the actors who play you guys"

Mr. Stark lowered his weapon and relaxed his stance. He glanced to the teenager beside him and the kid made a gesture for him to get closer.

“Have you ever heard of the French Mistake, Mr. Stark?” Peter had asked, his eyes wide in realization

“Can’t say that I have” he mumbles, looking back to the people in from of them

“It’s an episode from Supernatural..the characters end up in the real world where their lives are just a TV show”

“What does that have to do with anything”

“I think that’s what happened to us” he says quietly. They look the the actors then back at themselves.

"Can you prove that you're actors?" Mr. Stark asked

Tom and Robert exchange knowing looks. "Only if you guys tell us what was the last big event that happened" Tom rubs the back of his neck. "We don't want to show you anything that hasn't happened yet"

The two super heroes go silent before the youngest speaks up. "Uh, I stopped the Vulture and on the news, there was some stuff about Wakanda opening itself up to the public...is that good enough?" he looks around nervously

"That's perfect" Robert smiles "We don't need security, Mark, maybe just some popcorn" the man walks over to stand next to Peter and wraps an arm around his shoulder.

"Get ready buddy, we're in for a treat"