Chapter 1
This had been two of the best days in Peter’s life.
And it all started when he met his idol, Tony Stark.
He was asked by Tony Stark to help the Avengers.
He got to go on a private jet to Germany.
He was about to fight the rouge Avengers.
But, on top of all the insane things that had happened to Peter in the past two days, was that he, Peter Murdock, was holding Captain. America’s. Shield.
Ned, Harry and Gwen were never going to believe this. Peter had managed to take a quick photo of himself holding the shield to send to Johnny who, Peter knew, would be so jealous. This was a hundred times cooler than going to space, wellllll…..almost.
Anyway.
Peter was currently crouched on a truck holding one of the most iconic symbols in American history, quietly listening to Mr Stark try and convince Captain American and several other Avenger’s to sign the accords.
Peter had read through the draft of the accords that was released to the public that his dad had gotten a hold of and Peter agreed with his dad that they needed work. The idea of the accords and what they were going to be used for, meant that there would be more control over hero’s that worked on a world wide scale (like the Avengers), it meant that those hero’s couldn’t do whatever they wanted without any repercussions. It also meant hero’s like Spider-man and Daredevil were unaffected.
As Peter observed the situation unfolding in front of him, he thought about just how he had ended up here in a Germany airport.
Peter had been web-slinging his way home from school when Iron Man came out of nowhere and started flying alongside him asking Peter to pull over for a chat.
Needless to say, Peter tried not to freak out as he’d landed on the roof of a building a few blocks away from Hell’s Kitchen.
Even if Daredevil was practically a nocturnal vigilante, Peter didn’t want to risk his dad finding out Iron Man was talking to him, he wasn’t too fond of the Avengers and the trouble that seemed to come with them and didn’t want Peter involved in any of it.
Luckily the Avengers tended to stay out of Hell’s Kitchen and never once approached Spider-man or Daredevil, so when Mr Stark had approached him his first thought had been ‘Shit’ followed by ‘Has he figured out my identity’, but that thought had been overtook by a louder voice of ‘Holy shit Tony Stark wants to talk to me!’
Turned out, the only thing Mr Stark had figured out about Spider-man was that he was a teenager. That had somewhat calmed Peter’s worries and his spidey-sense had remained quiet through the conversation, so Peter listened to what Mr Stark had to say.
And, well, before Peter knew it, he was on the phone with his dad and asking if he could stay at Harry’s for the night to finish a project.
Peter thanked God his dad couldn’t detect lies over the phone.
He did feel bad about lying to his dad but Mr Stark said he’d be back tomorrow so all Peter had to do was call his dad again in the morning and say he ran into Wade on his way home. His dad never really questioned that excuse, mainly because neither of them knew what would happen when Peter ran into Deadpool.
Last time ended with Spider-man and Deadpool covered in tar and feathers, fighting a mechanical T-Rex……...don’t ask, Peter wasn’t entirely sure how any of that happened himself.
…..On second thoughts, Peter could have just told his dad Wade had taken him to Germany.
Peter shook his head and shifted his position, he wasn’t uncomfortable. Peter had crouched on ceilings for hours before and was still comfortable, in fact, Peter often slept on the ceiling. He was sensing something, his spidey-sense picked up more, alerting Peter to a possible danger.
Peter scanned the area he was in. The two teams were still arguing, no one had really moved but they were all getting into a fighting stance.
‘Looks like talking didn’t work.’
This was it Peter moved into a fighting stance.
But of course, at that moment, Peter’s amazing luck caught up with him.
A sudden, loud sparking noise made all the heroes present freeze and turn to face the sudden noise.
A small gold glowing ring had appeared several meters away from the super hero standoff and was slowly getting bigger.
“Tony what the hell is that.” Peter heard the Captain call out, seeming to recover from the sudden interruption.
“Another trick Stark.” That one was Wanda, Peter really thought that girl needed to chill. She’d been setting off Peter’s spidey-sense since he arrived.
“Tony? This you?” Colonel Rhodey sounded strained, almost like he was used to surprises from Mr Stark.
“No. Not me. I don’t even know what that is.” He was worried, Peter could hear the change in his heartbeat.
Peter focused his attention on the growing ring of gold light, it looked familiar…….
Then it hit him.
He knew what that thing was.
“Shit!”
All eyes were now on Spider-man.
Peter barley notice as the ring grew to its full size.
“Underoos, what is it.” Mr Stark had called out to him.
Peter’s whole body slumped, “My doom.” He wasn’t kidding either, he knew who was going to be on the other side of the portal.
That answer had gained him several alarmed and questioning looks.
Before anyone could say another word, a figure stepped through the newly formed portal.
Peter recognised the oddly dressed man immediately.
The Sorcerer Supreme himself, Dr Strange.
Dr Strange stood tall and proud in front of the divide heroes, his cape of levitation shifting every now and then. The sorcerer didn’t seem to take notice of the stares he was receiving, he gaze zeroed in on Peter immediately, raising an eyebrow he addressed the brightly coloured teenager.
“Hey kid, I got someone here who wants to have a little chat with you.”
‘I….am soooo dead.’
Peter had introduced his dad to Dr Strange after he’d befriend the Sorcerer Supreme wanting to prove to his dad that magic was real.
But what Peter hadn’t expected was for the two to get along so well, becoming good friends.
Peter should have seen his doom coming.
Dr Strange looked amused almost sensing Peter’s panic.
“Who are you?”
Right, they were in front of an audience, who had apparently snapped out of the shock of the appearance of the mysterious man.
Dr Strange took in all the heroes staring at him before answering, “Apologies, my name is Dr Stephen Strange, Sorcerer Supreme.”
Everyone looked more confused and defensive, except for Mr Stark who seemed to recognise Strange.
“Now, sorry to interrupt this pointless squabble, but,” He turned to face Peter again, “someone wants to have a little talk with you kid.” He stepped aside as another red clad figure stalked through the portal.
Yep, he was dead.