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“Uh… it’s a lot to explain.” Peter stepped aside to let his mentor in. “We’re playing host to people from another universe.”
“Another universe?” Tony’s eyes narrowed in suspicion.
“Yeah.” Peter gestured to the three teens in his kitchen. “Jeremy, Michael and Rich.”
“Peter, if this is another of your cosplays-”
“I swear it’s not!” Peter said hastily, cutting Tony off before he could say too much.
“So they’re actually-”
“Yeah.” Peter ran a hand through his hair in agitation. “What do we do?”
“You thought I’d know? Kid, I’m as clueless as you.” Tony sighed. “I thought you’d know more since you’re super into this fandom, but-”
“Mr Stark!” Peter hissed, gesturing at the teens behind him.
Of course, Tony just took the opportunity.
“-You know, with all your cosplay and-”
Peter rushed forward to clamp a hand over Tony’s mouth, but the damage was done.
Rich was now just a heap of laughter on the floor, Michael had his head resting on the bench as he laughed, and Jeremy, though looking slightly embarrassed, was leaning on a chair for support as he, too, laughed hysterically.
Peter glared at Tony, taking his hand off of the man’s mouth (he didn’t want to risk having it licked, which had happened to him on multiple occasions). “Mr Stark!”
“What?” Tony asked innocently. Peter huffed and stalked across the room to the other teens.
“He’s insufferable,” Peter said loudly. “And very much not helpful with getting you guys home.”
“Alright, Alright,” Tony said, raising his hands in surrender. “I’ll call Strange. He should know how to get them all home instead of…” Tony paused for a moment. “ Heere .”
“Mr Stark, no.”
“I keep forgetting we’re part of some fandom here,” Jeremy muttered, but he didn’t look too upset about the pun.
“Wait, you’re calling Doctor Thtrange?” Rich’s gaze was wide.
Tony just rolled his eyes. “Yeah. The Idiot Supreme.”
Rich looked minorly offended by this, while Peter tried to stifle a laugh. The snarky banter and name calling between the billionaire and the sorcerer was just growing worse and worse as time went on.
Tony pulled out his phone, and Peter sighed. How had this even happened in the first place?
As Spider-Man, he knew there really wasn’t a “normal” anymore, but did the universe really have to send some of his favourite fictional (or so he’d thought, anyway) to his house?
Not to mention the fact that Rich was obviously missing someone, as he was staring at nothing for the second time that day.
“Hey, Dumbledore!” Tony’s voice sounded across the room-he’d obviously managed to get through to Stephen Strange. “We’ve got, uh, a small problem. ...Uh huh. … You might want to see for yourself.”