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Sweat dripped down your brow as you breathed hard, resting your hands on your knees as you did so. Strange was really kicking your ass today in training and you really were starting to hate the fact that the Sorcerer Supreme even placed you at this sanctum with Doctor Strange. He felt that with his training you could perfect your skill but now you just thought he was doing the best job he could at pissing off Strange, and you in the process. He was egotistical, arrogant, rude as hell, and always felt that he was the gift to mankind. To be honest, you hated everything about Strange, which made dealing with him almost impossible.

You heard the rustle of Strange’s levitation cloak close to your right side and you moved just in time to dodge Strange's magic. “I can’t do this anymore. We have been at this for hours.” You groaned from the floor, holding your side, which is the side you fell on while trying to dodge his attack.

“We will be at it much longer if you can’t get this right.” You could tell he was annoyed but honestly, you were having a bad day already. Usually you gritted your teeth and dealt with it, but today just was not going to be one of those days.

“I am done! I can’t do this anymore. You can’t just drive a lesson into me repeatedly over and over again hoping that it will stick. I am tired, sore, and I’ve fucking had it with you inability to treat me like a human-fucking-being.” You got up on your shaky legs, refusing to look at your “Master” as Strange always put it to you.

“And I can’t deal with your careless attitude you have towards the mystic arts! You lack discipline.”

“You lack human compassion!”

“I might show you human compassion if you actually showed me any true potential for the arts.”

“You know what Strange, get fucked.” You threw your hands up, unbelievably angered by his attitude towards you. You felt yourself stop, as if some force forced you to freeze. You were able to turn your head slightly to see Strange’s hand up, a small grin on his lips. He raised an eyebrow.

“I don’t believe it's very professional to talk to your Master like that. You wouldn’t talk to the Sorcerer Supreme in such a way.”

“Last time I checked, you weren’t Sorcerer Supreme.” You threw that comment in his face, knowing that it bothered him. You knew that although he was friends with Wong, that fact that he was gone for five years due to Thanos’s snap and during that time Wong was made Sorcerer Supreme really did eat at him from time to time.

“And that comment was not an insult, take it as some advice. Do us all a favor, find someone and get laid. Lay some pipe down, get some coitus in your life, give someone a good dicking. And finally, if you're too old to get those synonyms, go make some whoopie. Because this-” his spell released its hold on you and you were able to turn and motion to all of him “this just screams, I have not had sex in ages. You have a stick up your ass and you're taking it out on me. I am trying my best here. So, from student to teacher, please do me a favor and follow my advice.” And with that, you left Strange there with one hell of a surprised look on his face.

Once you got to the safety of your own room you finally processed everything you said. You had your back against the door, both hands over your mouth as you felt your face grow hot in embarrassment. You weren’t going to lie, you always thought that Strange needed to get laid in order to loosen up a bit but you were never brave enough, or stupid enough, to tell him that. You always kept it to yourself since he was just all around very unpleasant to be around. When you did not see any golden sparks of a portal you let out a soft sigh of relief, at least he wasn't going to come after you and tear you a new one for those comments. You looked over at the table in your room, your computer was open to one of your ex’s social media pages.

You were the last one that was able to give Strange any advice. Here you were, not able to move on from your past, not able to let go just like how you suggested Strange to. Your ex held a new girl in his profile picture, his fiance. It truly broke you when you found out, maybe this was why you really couldn’t pay attention to Stephen’s lessons these past weeks. You walked over to your table and closed your computer, he was the last person you needed to think about.

You collected some clothes from your closet, took a quick shower and left the sanctum before Strange could come to his senses and find you to give you a long lecture you just had no time for and honestly no heart to hear at this point.

You portaled yourself to Time Square, inside an alley where there weren’t usually many people. The last thing you wanted to do was to cause a scene. You had you mind set on doing some shopping, maybe getting a bite to eat to just get your mind off all the stupid shit you had said. Maybe if you took the time to think of a proper way to apologize to Strange, maybe he would forgive you. You could hear a crowd from the outside of the alley and you ran towards it, wanting to see what all the noise was about.

“That’s right folks, Spider-Man is none other than Peter Parker” You looked up towards one of the large screens in Times Square as the booming voice of the anchor-man rang through the area. People gasped and were so engrossed in what was playing. A video of what looked like Spider-Man murdering Mysterio played and you could hear peoples shouts of anger. You weren’t close to Peter at all, honestly you didn’t know the kid, only the small details Wong had shared with you. You lived in this city long enough to know Spider-Man was not a murderer, you couldn’t help but feel bad for the kid. He was going to have a hard time getting out of this situation. Honestly, you pushed Peter out of your mind, yeah you felt bad for him but there was no way you were going to hunt him down and offer help. You had far more on your plate at the moment.

You had to worry about what you were going to tell Strange in order for him not to kill you next time in training. You stuck to your plan, you did some shopping. You stopped at a couple of stores and bought some more clothes, some work out clothes (since you hated wearing the robes, which again, Strange rubbed in your face that wearing athletic clothes to training was inappropriate.) and finally you had something to eat.

It was near dark when you made your way back to the sanctum. You had picked to walk back, enjoying the livelihood of New York, especially around the area of the Sanctum. When you opened the doors you slowly shut them behind you, trying to be as quiet as possible. You held your bags to you in a way to try to muffle the noise as you slowly crept up the steps.

“There is no use in being quiet, I already know you're here.” You heard Stephen’s voice from the bottom of the steps and you screamed, dropping all your bags in the process. You turned to look at him and couldn’t help but notice the amused look on his face. Of course he enjoyed the fright he gave you.

“I think we need to have a talk.” He lifted up his hand and your bags vanished, “They are in your room.” He answered the question you had yet to vocalize.

“Stay out of my head.”

“I don’t need to be in your head to know what you're thinking. You hold your emotions on your face like a book, always so easy to read.” He said the last part like it was something bad. You opened your mouth to say something but decided it was best to stay quiet. You were probably going to be in enough trouble as it was with your comments this morning. Instead, you began your descent down the stairs, once you were close enough to him, you felt a surge of power run through you and before you knew it you both were in his study. You felt a little off balance before you took a seat on one of the chairs in the study.

“I hate it when you do that.”

“We need to talk about what you said this morning.” He moved away from you, sitting at the chair that was behind his desk.

“Yeah, I know. I am really sorry for what I said. It’s just been a tough couple of weeks for me but it does not excuse what I sa-” you stopped talking when Stephan lifted his hands up and those blue eyes of his cut right through you to silence you. You couldn’t help but gulp. “You're going to tell Wong, aren’t you?” You don’t know why you were so worried about the idea of him telling Wong, maybe it was the fact that you wanted Wong to see you as such a well behaved student and the idea of him knowing you said something so vulgar to Stephan made you sweat.

“I was thinking about what you said, and I do admit… I have been harsh on you…more than normal.” You could tell he was thinking over his words very carefully before they left his lips. Just the fact that he admitted to being hard to you shocked you. His blue eyes were still trained on you, taking in your whole form and you felt smaller before him then you really were. You felt weak, and you hated it.

“So I have a proposition for you.”

“You're kicking me out of the sanctum?” you questioned.

He shook his head, “Let me finish before you quickly answer, that is all I ask. I have a proposition with you for…casual sex- if that is what you want to call it.”

You felt your cheeks heat up immediately, your mouth went dry and your eyes were most likely wide in shock. “W-What?” Did you really hear him right?

“Yes, a no-strings attached scenario if you will. Meaningless sex. We can both let off some steam and we don’t have to worry about any emotional consequences. You were the one that gave me the advice after all.” He tried to make a light joke at the end. Your body was engulfed in heat and you knew your face gave away everything you were feeling. You were not going to lie, he was attractive, and he knew this as well. Although you never thought about sleeping with him, because you were so held up on your ex, the thought of it now really didn’t disturb you like you thought it would. Honestly, maybe it was what you needed as well to help get over your ex. There was no way you would get emotionally attached to him since he drove you mad with his ego, he just didn’t seem like the type that you were emotionally attracted to.

“Why me?” You found yourself asking.

Stephen stood up from his chair and walked around his desk. You watched him, taking in how graceful his moves were, yet how effortlessly he made it look like. His hair was neat and combed back but those gray streaks in his hair stood out. You couldn’t lie, this was one of your favorite features about him, it made him so different. His blue eyes were so strong and you couldn't help but feel a shiver run down your spine as he kept those blue eyes trained on you.

“Why not you… You are attractive. Yes you get on my nerves, sometimes you drive me crazy with your lackluster ability to follow a simple spell,” he spoke as he neared closer to you. You gasped as you felt yourself being spelled out of your chair, levitating infront of him as he gently grasped your chin, “but I will not deny that I have a sexual attractive towards you.” The tips of your toes were barely touching the ground and you had to reach out and grasp his forearms to keep yourself feeling balanced.

“What do you say? If it’s a no, then we will never talk about this again and I won’t hold it against you.” His eyes were soft when he said that, proving that he would never force you into something that you didn't want to do. You continued to think about it, searching his eyes for the answers as well as not denying the heat you were feeling built up in your stomach.

“Just meaningless sex?” You questioned; he nodded yes.

“O-Okay.” You were surprised with how quick Stephan wrapped one of his arms around your waist, pulling you closer into him, flush against his body.

“That’s a good girl.” He whispered to you before his lips came crashing down upon yours roughly which screamed of his needs.

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You had to place your hands on Stephen's chest, pushing him slightly and breaking the kiss. Your lungs screamed for air and you couldn’t stop from breathing heavily for a couple of seconds.

“Wait, we need some ground rules.” You looked into his blue eyes, never realizing how captivating they were. His hands were still on your hips and you could feel him tighten his hold just a bit, but still not moving to continue what you had stopped.

“And what ground rules do you feel are important?” The way his thumbs circles little patterns on your hips absentmindedly made you want to laugh but you had to be serious. This was a serious matter and if you both jumped into it wrong, then it would really spoil the Master and Student relationship that you had. You didn’t really want to risk having to go to another sanctum, although you really weren't going to say no to Stephen’s proposition, part of you wanted this too.

“Well, first of all, if one of us says stop… then that is it. Also, training and…this… will be completely separated. As little as you may think about my skill, or lack thereof, I am still dedicated to my training.”

He nodded, “that is obvious.”

“Also… you will not be involved in my personal life outside of the sanctum. If I want to see someone… date and so forth then I am allowed to.”

“Of course, I never intended to interrupt your personal affairs.” He leaned in and placed soft kisses to your neck but you were stern. Your hands pushed against his chest again and he looked at you, a small glint of annoyance in his eyes.

“Also, my safe word is purple and my nonverbal safe que would be three taps, either with my hand, arm, leg or foot…if I tap you three times you need to stop.” You looked at him sternly.

“Do you really think I am going to hurt you?”

“Oh, you handsome-dense-man,” a grin on your lips, “You really don’t know who you're getting involved with, do you?” your eyes held his, you were amazed to see how blown his pupils were.

“Have the ground rules been established?” He sounded practically needy.

“Well, the easy ones, we can cover any other ones if problems arise.” With that, Stephen picked you up by your waist and slammed up down onto the desk, he eyes you like you were a meal just for him. One of his hands buried itself in your hair before roughly pulling your head back, exposing your neck to him. You let out a soft gasp but honestly enjoyed the way he was being rough with you. He leaned in and began to leave small kisses on your neck before running his tongue up to the shell of your ear.

“You shouldn’t have said that, I’m going to completely ruin you.” He hotly whispered in your ear. You saw him rotate his fingers from the corner of your eye, about to portal. No, there was no way you were going to have him interrupt this. You were both the only ones at the sanctum. Yes, there was a possible risk that someone would come in, show up unannounced but honestly, that made it much more exciting.

“No, take me right here on this desk” you reached out and grabbed his hand, stopping his motions. He looked at you with a raised eyebrow but a smirk on his lips.

“Can’t wait?” He questioned, you could tell this stroked his ego and as much as you wanted to wipe that smug look off his face, he really did have a point. There was no way you were going to tell him that. You weren’t going to give him the control that way, at least not in a way that made him know how much you wanted him, at least not yet.

“I thought you would enjoy the idea of taking me on your desk, dominating over me like I was a piece of your property. Maybe I was mistaken. Doctor Strange, if you are the submissive type just let me know, I can work with that too.” Oh you knew he was far from the submissive type. You knew that he would want to be in control, at least in the beginning.

He forced your legs open, positioning himself between them as he hovered over you. You honestly forgot how much taller he was than you for a moment. He leaned in and brought his lips right over yours, hovering over them as he spoke, “don’t think your mind games will work on me. I can see how much you want me. I can feel how much you want me by the way your body trembles. Like I said before, you're so easy to read.”

You could feel your face heat up and he slid his hand up your shirt, feeling the softness of your skin and you couldn’t help but humm a noise of enjoyment. He really did know how to read your body so well and you wondered how long he had been watching you to master knowing your expressions and facial features so well. You felt cold air hit your bare skin and realized he spelled your shirt away, but still left your bra on. You watched his eyes as he took in the soft curve of your breast underneath your black bra. A small smirk graced his features when he noticed the clip of your bra was in the front rather than in the back like it traditionally was. He grabbed a hold of it and squeezed it with his thumb and index finger, he captured your gaze with his own and with a simple snap and a small gasp from your lips your bra sprang free releasing it’s hold of your breast. Your nipples were already erect due to the small pleasure Stephen was delighting you in, which seemed to please him as he leaned down and took one of your nipples into his mouth.

You reached up and ran your fingers through his hair before tightening your hold on it, pulling him closer which he happily obliged. He wrapped one arm around your waist, pulling your body closer to him while the other squeezed your free breast, he obviously didn’t want the other one to be left out. You let out a small yelp when he softly bit your nipple, which only made him chuckle, and oddly enough it sounded so sexy coming from him. Without you realizing it. You were grinding your hips against him from the edge of the desk. You wanted him, your whole body was betraying you and showing Stephen exactly how much you wanted and needed him. He released your nipple from his mouth and leaned in, his mouth next to your ear.

“Is this what you want?” You grabbed a hold of your hips and grinded into you, you could feel how hard he was through his robes and you couldn’t help but not your head.

“If this was all I needed to do to get you to listen in some comprehensible way, I would have done this a long time ago.” He chuckled in your ear, and as insulting as it was you really didn't want to pull away from him. Instead, with your magic, you disrobed the top half of his body which made him raise an eyebrow, “I guess you do have some skill.”

“Keep it up and I am going to have to show you something else I know.” You reached out and touched his bare chest, admiring his physic.

“Oh, please do.” He pushed your hands away, with a sway of his hand you were forced back onto the desk, feeling like you have been pinned down by some invisible force while Stephen grabbed onto the hem of your pants, along with your panties, and roughly pulled them off, tossing to the side as if they were nothing to him. You felt the cold air hit your wet pussy and you sucked in a breath of air and the shock. Part of you wanted to slam your legs shut but you felt Stephen’s hands keeping them open as he took in the mere sight of you.

“Is this what you like, to be forced down and taken?” He asked as he leaned down and ran his tongue along the slit of your pussy. You let out a soft moan as you leaned your head back into the desk. You wanted to arch your hips up, allowing him to have more but you still felt a force pushing you down. He didn’t know how right he was. You loved this feeling and as much as he pissed you off as a teacher, you could not lie that the master and student idea of this just turned you on more than it should have.

You felt his tongue probe at the entrance of your pussy and you gasped out his name, which he obviously enjoyed because he shoved his tongue deeper in your pussy, tasting you fully on his tongue. This slip up obviously caused his magic to falter and you reached up and roughly grabbed his hair, pulling him into you as you arched off the desk. With one hand, he slipped a finger into your folds, testing how tight you were, curving his finger slightly as he pushed it in and out of you, enjoying the soft moans that left your lips. He added another finger and before you knew it you were thrusting your hips against his hand, begging for more as he sucked eagerly at your clit. You were almost coming undone before him before he stopped, like he knew you were almost to your breaking point. A small whimper left your lips and you felt him pull you off the desk before forcing you to your knees in front of him.

He roughly gripped your hair, forcing you to look ahead at his clothed groin area. With his other hand he willed away his robes, which made his hard cock spring free. A small gasp left your lips as you took in the sight of him. You were amazed at his size but at the same time you weren’t surprised, how cocky he always acted, you knew he had the size to back it up.

Without his orders, you reached forward and grasped his cock. You heard a soft sigh of satisfaction from Stephen and you couldn’t help but feel slightly satisfied at the fact that you were able to make that sound come from him. You leaned in and licked the precum that was leaking from the tip of his cock and you felt Stephen’s hand tremble in your hair. He wanted more, you knew it. You took the tip of his cock in your mouth and sucked on it gently before running your tongue around it, then up and down the length of his cock, coating it in your saliva. You felt him rock his hips forward and you opened your mouth eagerly, taking his length into your mouth.

This made Stephen’s head roll back, his eyes slid closed and a small groan left his parted lips. Yes, this was what he needed. You eagerly sucked his cock, you wrapped your hand around the base of it, which was the part you weren’t able to take all the way. You could hear praises leave his lips as you continued your motion. This oddly felt right and you enjoyed the words that left his lips. It was odd that this was the only way he had ever complimented you. You unwrapped your hand around the base and prepared yourself as you began to deep throat his cock. His eyes shot open as a slew of curse words left his lips and shaky hands braced himself at the edge of the desk. You placed your hands on his thighs, feeling the trembles, feeling the fact that he was almost going to come undone for you.

That was when you decided to stop and look up at him from your place on your knees, “Isn’t fun when you're left hanging now, is it?”

His eyes were dark and lustful as he pulled you up from the grip on your hair and pushed you down roughly against the desk, your breasts were pushed against the cool dark oak wood and you sucked in a breath due to the cold. You felt something smack against your bottom and your face flushed when you realized it was Stephen’s hand.

“Hey!” You snapped at him, turning your head back to look at him. He raised an eyebrow, a smirk graced his lips as he swung down his hand again.

“I don’t hear you saying your safe word. Seems like you like a little humiliation.” There was a hint of satisfaction in his voice. You gasp as you feel him probe a finger in your pussy for a brief second. “And the way you're dripping wet for me doesn’t lie,” He brought his digit up to his lips and took a taste of you. You moaned and squirmed, damn it was so intimate and he had to make himself look so damn good while he did it.

“Now be a good girl and spread yourself for me.” He ordered and you couldn't help but oblige. You opened your legs for him the best you could and he positioned himself behind you. You let out a soft moan as he slid his cock in, fully stretching you. You moved your hips back against him and he grasped them, forcing you to stay still for a moment, “You're so damn tight,” You heard him groan out.

It took him only a few seconds to recompose himself as he pulled himself back, until he was almost completely out before he snapped his hips forward, burning himself in you once more.

“Again,” You moaned out, gripping the edge of the desk as you did so. You didn’t have to tell him twice as he began a pace that was almost a little too slow for your liking. You let out a small whine, begging for more of him.

You could hear a small chuckle from behind you before he started to pick up pace, slamming his hips into you faster which caused his name to spill from your lips. This is what he liked, this was what he wanted because with that he started a pace that was rough and fast, just the way you liked it. This time the praises left your lips, you practically screamed how you loved his cock and couldn’t get enough.

You felt a familiar feeling boiling up in your stomach and you begged him not to stop. It didn’t look like he planned to because with your words he went fast as he dug his fingers into your hips. With a couple of more thrusts you came undone, orgasming on his cock and yelling out his name in the process. That must have pushed him over the edge. You felt his hips hiccup, a groan leave his lips as his cock twitched inside you, spewing his cum within.

He stayed buried inside you for a good minute before he pulled out. You pushed yourself off the desk and with this motion, you felt him cum leak out of you, running down your inner thigh. You blushed and with your hand, you cleaned yourself with your magic and redressed as well. You turned to look at Stephen to see he had already done that as well.

“Well, whenever you need to… release a little stress, Strange, you know where to find me.” you smiled at him and you saw the smile on his lips falter just a bit as a questionable look flashed through his eyes.

“So, just going to run off?”

“Well I sure as hell am not going to stay and cuddle.” You laughed out, shaking your head as you made your way to the door, you stopped and turned to look back at him, “I guess that is another rule that needs to be covered. This isn’t meant to be anything more than a wam bam, thank you mam. I don’t cuddle.” You winked at him, “but any time you want to lay down that pipe again, you know where to find me.” and with that, you left him, his mouth left slightly open and a look of confusion swimming in his eyes.

He shouldn’t be surprised. After all, this was supposed to be meaningless. He was the one that said it was going to be meaningless. As amazing and stress relieving as it was… why was he now feeling empty?

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Sorry I have not updated this story in so long, this story, as well as life, kind of got away from me for the time being so I have been busy getting things back on track. I hope you all enjoy this chapter and any feedback or criticism is welcomed!

Also, heads up this story loosely, and I mean LOOSELY, follows the storyline of Spider-Man no way home.

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Your heart was racing by the time you got back to your room. After you shut your bedroom door behind you, you held up your hands in front of your face; they were shaking. You clenched your hands into fists and let them fall to your side. You didn’t know why you were feeling this way, maybe it was from the excitement of what happened that was running through you… but at the same time you couldn’t help but feel upset with yourself. You were never the type to just have a casual thing, and part of you should be angry that Stephen Strange had the nerve to assume you were…but you just couldn’t say no to the idea of letting loose and maybe forgetting about your ex for the time being.

This was going to be a losing battle. You decided to just push down the feelings and head to the shower to wash away this sin and get ready for the night. Like they said, there was no use in crying over spilt milk. What was done was done, you enjoyed yourself and maybe for once you would get a decent night sleep.

The Next Morning

There was a sharp knock on your door which made your eyes snap open. You were always a light sleeper but also the type that never liked being disturbed from sleep. You didn’t move to get out of bed, hoping whoever was there would get the hint and leave. There was yet another sharp knock and you let out a soft defeated groan as you got up from bed. Your hair was in tangles and your clothes disheveled as you swung the door open only to be met with the un-approving gaze of your Master, Stephen.

“I expected you down for training half an hour ago.” Oh yes, he was positively annoyed with you.

“I guess I slept in.”

“I can see that. I thought you made it clear that ‘this’ would not affect your training.”

“Well, can you blame me? It was so good that my body needed the extra rest.” A sly smile ran across your lips and Stephen’s eyes went wide just a fraction of a centimeter before he recomposed himself.

“N-Never the less, I expect you downstairs in ten minutes.” He couldn’t help but slip up for a small moment and let out a little stutter before finishing his sentence smoothly and turning quickly from the door, in a rush to head down stairs. He froze in his spot for a moment before turning and holding up a finger and held a questionable gaze on his features, “I would also suggest wearing something…warm,” and with that, he left you.

You closed your door while trying to figure out what he meant by that. Maybe he was planning to take you to a destination for training, it was not like this had never happened before. He left you on a mountain top in the middle of a blizzard and instructed you to use your magic to return to the sanctum. You were fuming for weeks with him for that one until you were told by Wong that the last Sorcerer Supreme at the time did the same thing to Dr. Strange when he was first starting out.

You sprayed some dry shampoo in your hair before pulling it up into a bun and getting into your training clothes. You decided not to push Stephen more than you already had and decided to wear your actual training robes, but also put a light jacket over it since he did instruct you to dress warm. It took you a little longer than ten minutes to leave your room but once you did you were shocked at the fact that everything outside your room was covered in ice and snow. You questioned your observant skills cause you swore it wasn’t like this when Stephen first appeared at your door.

“That was longer than I instructed.” He was at the bottom of the stairs looking up at you, a warm beverage in his hands. He also wore a sweatshirt and a jacket, which you knew for a fact he was not wearing in the beginning. His cloak was also snuggly wrapped on his shoulders, you wondered if the ever-so-charming mystic fashion attire was also cold; was it even able to feel cold?

“What in the name of Hades did you do in here?”

“Yes…this situation is getting…worse.” He looked around before his eyes fell on your outfit, “Ah, you are wearing proper training robes this time.”

“Don’t change the subject, The Sorcerer Supreme is going to have your ass for this one.”

“Oh, he knows.” he took a sip of his drink, the smallest hint of a smirk on his lips.

“You know what, I don’t want to know. I don’t want to be another soul he will drag down because of all of this.” You wave your hand, trying to disregard what was happening around you. It was rather hard when the cold was starting to get to you already. You could feel the cold stings on the tip of your nose.

“Not much training I can do here.”

“Oh on the contrary,” he motioned to two other people in the corner that you had missed in the first place. They were in the process of cleaning up, or at least trying to clean up this snowy mess.

“Oh, I am not going on clean up duty. You may have them fooled but not me.” You whirled around and gave him the coldest glare you could possibly muster- no pun intended.

“Ever the smartest.” You heard him mumble under his breath before bringing his hot beverage up to his lips and taking a drink.

“You do know the Sorcerer Supreme likes me right?”

“And I am still questioning why.”

“Maybe it is because I acknowledge the fact that he is the supreme and I’m not some butt-hurt tool th-” He shot you a look that made you freeze, his eyes warning you not to proceed with your thought process.

“Don’t think you are able to talk to your master that way just because of some little contract between us.” His words came out barely above a whisper but held so much threat behind every little word. You looked away from him, eyes darting to the ground in submission.

There was a heavy pounding on the front doors and you let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding. Your body felt so cold, and part of you knew this was not due to the weather. There was a small warmth building up in your lower abdomen, trying to reach lower and you bit your bottom lip in embarrassment. Why did you enjoy the way he spoke to you, as if he owned you?

You took this time to break away from Stephen and go answer the door yourself, you felt crunching in the snow as you did so. You pulled the door open to only see Peter Parker, the one that was plastered all over the news as none other than Spider-Man. Your eyes widen slightly, obviously not expecting his visit here. You opened the door and let the young student inside before turning to look at Dr. Strange questionably.

“Yes, me and Spider-Man know each other.” He answered your nonverbal question. There were a lot of things you didn’t know about Strange, you knew that he obviously worked with the avengers, but you really were lost in the world of super heroes on how many of them he actually still spoke with. You really didn’t see him as the type that kept ties ‘just because.’

“Well, looks like you both will have some catching up to do. In any case, I am just going to take a step out of this freezer for a little bit.”

Stephen spoke your name and you were already moving towards the door that was still open, offering warmth from outside. Peter was obviously surprised by the snowy scene inside the sanctum.

“We have work to do.” He called out to you.

“Don’t worry, I have my phone. Let me know when the tea party is over.” You dashed out the door and closed it behind you, allowed the warmth of New York to bathe you, melting away the ice daggers that the Sanctum had left behind. Yes, you knew he was going to be upset with this but from everything that was going on in that poor kids life… he really did need all the help he could get and you weren’t going to let Stephen use you as an excuse not to help him. You took off your jacket and left it at the front of the sanctum. You were still in your training outfit and with a quick look around to make sure the coast was clear, you magicked your training outfit away, it was replaced with something more casual that you were used to. You had a pair of black jeans on and some black Doc Martin boots on instead of your training shoes. You had a white off the shoulder design long sleeve shirt and your hair was still in a messy bun.

You had decided a nice walk around the neighborhood was in order, and from this you really did see how bad Peter needed the help. Your heart was starting to break for the kid. This city once had posters plastered on the streets of their hero. Their loyalty poured out for Spider-Man and now all you were able to see was Anti Spider-Man garbage. People calling him a murderer and casting him aside. The city was being torn in two. There were those that were still loyal to the hero but others that practically demanded his head.

“Whatever you do, Strange…don’t fuck this up.” You whispered to yourself

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Thank you for all the kudos and the reviews left for this story, your feedback and appreciation make me feel amazing!
Like I said, this story is going to loosely be based off of No way home, with major changes.

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You had gotten some breakfast, as well as lunch while you were out. Stephen never called or texted you so you had assumed that he was still busy with Peter but when it was around three in the afternoon, you decided to head back to the sanctum. When you got there, Peter was already long gone, the snow was melting in the sanctum. You decided to seek out Stephen, only to find him upset in his office. He sat at his office chair, his elbows rested on the desk and his fingers clasped together. His eyebrows were scrunched together, which you deemed was his normal look most of the time.

“What has your panties in a bunch?” You placed a bag from the restaurant you had eaten at.

“I don’t need your leftovers.”

“Well my left overs would be too good for you. Out of the kindness of my heart I actually bought you a meal.”

“Kindness, I doubt that but thank you.”

“A show of appreciation with a side of assholery, isn’t that just like you.” You rolled your eyes and moved to stand next to him at his desk.

“A penny for your thoughts?” You were really curious to know what happened between him and Peter.

“I won’t bother you with it.” He leaned back in his chair and you used this opportunity to push his chair back and straddle his lap. You tilted his head back gently and ran your fingers through that hair of his that you were starting to enjoy; although you would never admit this outloud. He stared at you with those blue eyes of his before he allowed them to slide close and sink into your touch. You felt his hands snake their way down your back, massaging what you could assume were little knots before coming to a rest on your hips. His fingers dug into your hips just slightly before he forced you to grind down on his hips just a bit more, feeling what was now a hardening member between his legs. You were not going to lie, that feeling just lit a fire in your lower abdomen and you wanted more.

You leaned in close to his ear, “Try me, I promise you it won’t bother me one bit.” You gently licked the shell of his ear and you felt him suck in a breath.

“No. It feels wrong talking about the kid while you do this.” He turned his head to the side to try to look at you but you reached up and grabbed him by the chin, forcing his head to the side and exposing his neck.

“Well, you always put me in uncomfortable situations. I feel maybe it is time for the tables to turn.” You chuckled while you ran your tongue along the jugular of his neck. You could feel his member twitch beneath you as well as his fingers dig deep into your hips. “So, why is one of the world’s greatest heroes locked up here pouting like he knew he did something wrong and doesn’t want his mama to find out.” You leaned back to look him in the eye, much to Stephen’s dismay.

“Peter came to me asking me to turn back time to make everyone forget that he is Spider-Man.” Stephen gave in and finally broke, telling you what was eating at him on the inside.

“Well obviously that is impossible. You don’t have the time stone anymore.” You were about to shrug it off but the look of stress did not fade from Stephen’s face.

“What did you do?”

“I might have informed him that there was a spell to make people forget that he was Spider-Man. In the middle of casting the spell, Peter kept making changes. It made the spell unbalanced and…. It went horribly wrong to say the least.” He let out an exasperated sigh and leaned in, resting his head on your chest, not in a sexual way but just in a way that showed how much this was eating up at him.

“I was able to contain the spell… but I felt that there were things that were able to slip into our universe. Instead of it being a spell of forgetting, all the changes Peter was trying to enforce midcast made it to where everyone that knew Peter was Spider-Man was coming to our universe, crossing over their own universe into ours. I forgot, even if he’s an Avenger, he is still just a kid.”

He leaned away from you, “Actually, before you came in I felt one of them close by. I need to track it down… and all the other things that slipped through.”

“Let me guess… You want to try to get this done before Wong comes back.”

You saw the wrinkle in his nose when you mentioned Wong. “That would be preferred, yes. I would really appreciate it if Wong did not find out about this.”

“Easier said than done, but I will try my best to help you. If it all turns to shit I am going to blame you though… deal?” You crawled off his lap. For a second you could have sworn you felt Stephen tug you towards him, a way of trying to stop you but it was just a fraction of a second.

“Deal, I am not really in the best spot to say no.” He got up from his seat.

You waved your hands down the front of your body. The casual clothes that you were wearing changed into the training outfit you had on this morning, minus the jacket.

“Well let’s get to it, Master, we don’t have all day.”

Stephen smirked, “Have I told you, I like it when you call me that.”

“Oh, don’t let it get to your head.”

“Which one?”

You gapped at his dirty innuendo, “I think I am rubbing off on you too much… ok don’t- I heard it, just stop, we need to go.” you felt your face turn red with warmth as you caught yourself saying something he would have just been able to turn around as well. Stephen shook his head, a small smile on his lips. Your heart fluttered; he looked good when he smiled. You shook your head quickly, no… no strings attached. He was a handsome man but no, he was your Master.

“Let’s go.” And with that he was out his office and casting a portal in the foyer to what looked dark and slimy, which was the best way you were able to describe it.

“I feel the presence in this area, we are going to have to track it down.” He walked through the portal, stepping in what now you knew for a fact was the sewers under New York based on smell alone.

“I think I might have to change my min-” before you were even able to finish your sentence, Stephen spelled a whip and pulled you through the portal, shutting it once you were through. The sewers were dark as well as disgusting but you could not push this feeling of panic aside as it was rising in your chest.

“Stephen, I am scared.” You admitted. You didn’t even know what the hell you guys were looking for. You didn’t know what it looked like, if it was human… if it was even friendly or not. You felt the warmth on Stephen’s hand grasping yours in reassurance, “Embrace the fear but do not let it control you, let it guide you. It will keep you alert. Like I said, do not let it control you, control it.” His words were strong like a Master’s words but his hand was keeping you grounded, showing you that you were not alone.

You grasped his hand hard, a way of saying thank you before you let it go, “Lead the way.” you needed him to lead, he was the one that knew where to go. Thankfully the lights lining the walls made it a little easier for you to see, but not by much. If Stephen got too far ahead then you would not be able to see him.

It felt like you were walking forever, every little nose in the sewer would make you snap your head around, trying to look for it but still trying to keep close to Stephen.

Then you heard it, you knew your mind was not playing tricks on you.

You heard a growl.

There was a soft ripple noise, like someone trending through water slowly…

Another Growl.

It hit you, you were being hunted.

“Ste-” You tried to scream but felt something grab you from behind, ripping you around roughly. It felt like claws were digging into your back and you knew your back was probably lashed in wounds. You could already feel the blood trickling down as you were forced to stare into bright yellow eyes. Your scream was caught in your throat as you were able to fully look upon his face. He had human features in a way, the way his body was built but he was not human at all. He was a full on reptilian creature. His teeth looked sharp and fierce.

You clapped your hands together and then shoved them forward against the creature's chest, casting your spell at the same time. Your spell sent the creature flying back, smacking roughly into the sewer wall but due to the lack of training of casting that spell, you were thrown back in the opposite direction. You back smacked against the opposite wall. Your head smacked back and collided with the wall as well.

Stephen was next to you in a matter of seconds. He helped you to your feet then shoved you to stand behind him as he lifted up a casted circular shield before him.

“Are you alright?” He asked, looking back at you quickly before turning his gaze to the creature who was getting up from the floor.

“I’ll be fine,” You quickly fired at him. You put your hands up to cast a shield spell as well only to realize in horror that your sling ring must have fallen off when you cast your last spell.

“Fuck, my sling ring fell.” Panic and disgrace slipped in when you realized just how truly useless you were going to be to Stephen. You were just going to hinder him.

“Don’t worry, I’ll keep you safe.” He didn’t sound mad… he sounded determined. You could only see the back of his head right now but part of you really wished you were able to see his face.

You heard a dark chuckle from in front of you both and realized it was coming from the creature, “Tell me, where exactly am I?” He questioned what you caught was an Australian accent. Of course it had to be Australia, they had all the scary shit.

“It talks… it fucking talks.” You whispered.

“This isn’t your world. I am Doctor Strange, this world's protector against magical and mystical threats… I can send you back.”

The creature let out another dark chuckle before racing forwards towards you both. With one arm Stephen shoved you back quickly before casting a binding spell on the attacker. Golden threads shot out and wrapped around him but it seemed like Stephen was one second too late in casting the spell and the reptilian monster was able to break free, slamming its clawed fist against Stephen, sending him flying to the side.

He stood over you threateningly, licking those disgusting teeth of his before speaking, “And what are you, also a protector? You just seem like discarded meat…delicious meat. Maybe I should have a taste.” He leaned in over you, a sick smirk on his lips.

Shots of what looked like lightning hit the creature on the side, sending him off a little distance away from you. Stephen rushed over to you, but his movements seemed a little hindered, obviously he was injured. Blood trickled from the wound from the side of his head.

“Ugly son of a bitch,” Stephen spit out a mixture of blood and saliva before holding up his hands in defense again.

He spoke your name, catching your attention, “I need you to run.”

“I can’t leave you.”

“And I can’t have you here when this thing's attention is solely on you. He hunted you. He attacked you first. And you threw me off to the side to try to get to you. His mind set is on you right now and you need to get out of here, especially when you do not have access to your only weapon right now.”

“But Master…”

A small laugh left his lips, “Please… listen to me for once. I will be fine. Once I take him down I will come find you. For now, run. I will not live with myself if something happens to you, now run!” He yelled at you once he noticed that ugly son of a bitch was getting up again.

“Come find me…” You whispered to him before you ran. You could hear the yell of the creature behind you.

“Your fight is with me!” You heard Stephen yell and a crash, which you assumed was Stephen slamming him down with another spell, although you did not turn your head to see. You felt like trash for running but you had to… you had to listen to him. You weren’t going to be the reason he was injured…not the reason he could die. It was your fault that he was a second to late in casting the first binding spell he did. If he didn’t have to push you out of the way maybe this would be different for him right now. You could feel the tears sting your eyes as your feet carried you forward. The sound of the battle was getting more distant and soon enough, you weren’t able to hear it at all.

You didn’t know how long you were in the sewers, it was possibly hours. It scared you that Stephen didn’t come find you yet. Was he hurt, was he even alive still? You were also having a hard time finding an exit and you didn’t have a sling ring so you weren’t able to cast a portal to get out. After walking the sewer a little longer you could see light coming from a circle from the ceiling and a ladder that led up to the exit.

You couldn’t help but let out a sigh of relief as you ran towards the ladder. You grabbed a hold of the ladder and started pulling your body up. You didn’t realize how badly you were hurt as each movement to pull yourself up the ladder shot pain up through your body but you gritted your teeth and dealt with it.

Once you reached the ring of light, which was just an open manhole, you pulled yourself up through it. You realized it was sunset outside, the sky was engulfed in a pinkish purple hue, and would soon be engulfed in darkness. How long were you in the sewers for… where was Stephen? You noticed you pulled yourself out in an alley. You needed to look around, you needed to find out where you were so you could get back to the sanctum. Once there you would be able to get a hold of Wong if Stephen wasn’t there already. To hell with Stephen not wanting Wong to find out; you would not keep his secret if it meant you would lose him as well.

You caught a flash of red down the alley and you sucked air into your lungs. Yes, that red… that specific red… it had to be him.

“Peter!” You screamed as loud as your lungs would allow you too.

You saw the red again, but this time it was because you saw Spider-Man standing back at the end of the ally. You could weep from the happiness you felt. Yes, Spider-Man… A hero… a hero that could go back and save Stephen for you.

“Peter!” You screamed again, forcing yourself to run towards him only to fall a couple of feet into your run. Your body was exhausted and badly wounded. Your head was ringing and your body was begging for rest. You tilted your head up from your place on the flood and saw Spider-Man running towards you. You could feel the tears run down your cheek.

“Peter, please…” Spider-Man crouched down in front of you but then shot up and took a step back, obviously shocked from the extent of your injuries.

“Please, Peter…” You lifted a shaken hand out from him and he snapped into his senses and crouched down once again, grasping your hand. “You need to save him Peter… It’s all my fault. I couldn’t keep my sling ring on…if I did he wouldn’t have to protect me so much. I don’t know where he is now, he could be hurt…he could be…” Your voice would not let you say that last thought.

“Your hurt,” You could tell Peter was trying to inspect your wounds and you pushed his hand out of your grasp and tried to force yourself up. “Don’t worry about me, you need to help Stephen!”

“You’re bleeding a lot. We need to get you to the hospital.” Why was he not listening? This was Stephen, the same hero he fought side by side with against Thanos. A hero he felt the need to seek out when he felt like his life was falling apart. He owed him, after everything Stephen decided to do for him, he owed him everything!

You slapped his hand aside, angry. You pushed yourself up in almost a sitting position, your body shaking, telling you to stop, begging you for rest. You reached out and roughly grabbed the side of his mask and yanked it off with the remaining strength you had left.

Your mouth hung open slightly and the mask slipped from your fingers and onto the street of the alley.

“Y-You’re not Peter…”

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“Is this some kind of sick joke?” You couldn’t keep the anger from rising in your voice as your eyes scanned over the facial features of the man in front of you. His hair was a mess due to how you ripped the mask off his head. His brown eyes were wide in shock and his mouth was slightly agape in disbelief. There was a stubble of a forming beard on his features which made him look older than he probably really was. Honestly, he looked like a stressed trainwreck at the moment, but you just didn’t care.

“I don’t know what-” he began to speak but you silence him with a cold look.

“Do you really think it is the right time to be parading the city in a Spider-Man costume? Do you know the shit Peter is going through right now or how fucking dangerous this is? Yes, half the world still loves him but the other half can’t stand him. Did you even consider the danger there is of wearing this costume right now? You could get yourself hurt or killed!” The male in front of you reached down and picked up his mask and you moved to stand up but he quickly grabbed your shoulders, pushing you to remain sitting.

“You’re hurt.”

“Don’t you dare change the subject on me! I know Peter Parker… well… not personally. I mean I know someone who knows him. Shit, that sounds worse.” You whispered the last part to yourself. “Look, I have seen the guy… he’s a nice kid and obviously you are not him.”

“Really?… Look, whatever I say you’re not going to believe. So, how about I take you to the hospital now.”

“Try me.”

“Try what?”

“Try, tell me exactly why you are impersonating Peter Parker.”

“Because I am Peter Parker!” Obviously this guy was getting annoyed with you.

“Bullshit, first of all… you’re old as fuck, Peter is a highschool student.”

“First of all…ouch. I have been having a rough patch, okay.” He placed a hand on his chest and looked at you with wounded eyes.

“I can’t explain it… I don’t know why I am here or how I got here. All I know is… I’m here and I am Peter Parker but I am not your Peter Parker… I am not this world's Peter Parker. Everything looks the same yet everything is different! The string theory, multi-dimensional reality and matter displacement” He was whispering the last part more to himself.

“Holy shit….”

“See, I told you that you wouldn’t believe me.”

“No… on the contrary…I believe you. You are lucky because I am one of the only few that would believe you.” You whispered, your head spinning and it felt like there wasn’t enough air in your lungs. Just what kind of mess did Stephen open up? This was worse than what you originally thought. It was one thing to bring monstrous creatures over but another to bring another Spider-Man as well.

You moved to stand up again only for Peter to push you back down gently, “Like I said, you’re hurt.”

“I don’t like to be treated like a child! You are lucky I don’t have my fucking sling ring right now or so help me god, I would send you to the mirror dimension!”

He stared at you in awe for a second, “Do you kiss your mother with that mouth?”

“Jokes on you because I’m an orphan.”

“I’m so sorry!”

“I’m kidding… but if it was true it would be pretty fucked up wouldn’t it. Think twice before saying things like that.”

He threw his arms up, “I can’t with you… and what the hell is a mirror dimension?”

You stood up from the ground, your legs shaking but this time Peter didn’t try to stop you. Instead, he decided to place his mask on, probably a way to silently judge you with those chocolate brown eyes of his and go unnoticed.

“Well, it's another dimension that is similar to our reality, but it's fractured and reflected like a mirror. It’s a way for us to safely practice our magic without disturbing this reality.”

“Magic, like…magic magic… that’s real here?”

“I mean, not everyone is gifted with it… don’t you have magic where you are from?”

“I mean, if you go to Las Vegas you can probably find some magicians.”

You wanted to laugh but you didn’t have the strength. Peter must have sensed you were having trouble because he turned right back to the topic he was on when he first found you, “Let me take you to the hospital.” He reached out and grabbed a hold of one of your arms, forcing you to wrap it over the back of his neck and over his shoulder so you could have additional support. While he did this, he must have gotten a better look at your back.

“What the hell made those marks?”

Your eyes widen; how could you forget? “Stephen… Stephen told me to run but he was left back there with that beast.” You pulled your arm off his shoulder and grabbed the front of his suit with both of your hands. The fabric was clenched tightly in your fists and Peter’s body posture showed that he was surprised with your sudden change in temper once more.

“If you are just like our Spider-Man, please… you have to go back to help him.”

“Where is he?” He asked, he grabbed your hands, trying to calm you down. You could feel he was staring into your eyes which now watered.

Where was Stephen? That was a good question. You ran for so long that you honestly wouldn’t be able to pinpoint his last location. You also didn’t have your sling ring which meant you would not be able to portal or do a spell to even locate him. A sob erupted from your throat and your hands shook. You tried to find the words to confess to him that you didn’t know…that you were lost but you were only able to choke out another sob.

But then you saw the gold flickers. You turned to look down the end of the Alley, about twenty feet away you saw the gold flicks… then you saw the portal emerging. It was slow at first but before you knew it, it came into full view and you could almost feel your heart burst in your chest.

He was safe. He kept his word and he came back for you.

You could feel Peter’s arm resting on your back, an area that did not have the claw marks. He was seeing the same thing you were. Good, you weren’t going crazy from your wounds, this was actually happening.

“It’s Stephen, it has to be. It’s a portal, hurry. We have to get to it. Pick me up.”

“I thought you said you didn’t like being treated like a child.” He spoke to you while he picked you up. He carried you in his arms bridal style since this made it easier for him to not touch your wounds and started running towards the portal.

You could feel Peter jump through the portal and when he landed on the other side he put you down on the ground. You heard the screams of a female and noticed what looked like a throw pillow hurl past your face and hit Peter with a soft thud.

“Hi, no no no, it's ok, I’m a nice guy.” You could hear Peter trying to defend himself.

You looked around, you have never been here before. You looked past Peter to see an older asian lady, who was still quite terrified from the look of it. On the other side of the small room were two teenagers. One of them was a boy who was obviously related to the poor scared lady. The other one was a girl, her hair was pulled back in a braid and she had a stern yet confused look on her face.

“Who opened that portal?” You demanded, pointing to the still glowing ring that had yet to close.

“T-That was me.” The boy raised his hand, the same hand that had a sling ring on.

Peter ripped off his mask, breathing heavily from trying to calm the woman down.

“Who the hell are you?” The girl spoke up, pointing to Peter.

“I’m Peter Parker,”

“That’s impossible.” You heard her whisper.

“I am Spider-Man in my world…. But then… I was just here,” he was having a hard time explaining again and you wanted to smack your forehead for a second.

“Listen, as much as I would love to hear him explain it all over again… I need to know something first. Who are you and where did you get that sling ring?” You pointed to the boy's hand.

“I-I’m Ned. It’s Doctor Strange’s… it’s a long story.” You could tell you were making him nervous.

“Oh, I have all the time. Explain yourself, where is Doctor Strange?” You stepped forward. Your leg gave out under you and Peter caught you, keeping you falling onto your knees.

“Where did you find it! Where is Doctor Strange?” You didn’t realize how loud you were screaming but you couldn’t stand the deafening silence. You felt Peter squeeze your upper arm. You didn’t realize tears were running down your cheeks. You were terrified. If someone else had his sling ring, then what did that mean?

“Peter and Doctor Strange got into an argument about a spell.” Ned pointed to the golden box that sat on the table, an unstable spell wheerling crazily inside. You were actually a little stunned that you missed it.

“From what I remember, Peter trapped him in another dimension because Strange was going to press that button on top and undo the spell… making everyone go back to where they are from… but if he did that, it would mean that they would die as well and Peter didn’t want that to happen. So instead, he trapped Stephen for the time being so it gave him enough time to come up with a cure for all those bad guys I guess you can say.” Ned rambled quickly almost entirely in one breath.

You blinked.

“He’s alive?” You whispered.

Ned quickly nodded, “He looked a little beaten but he was alive. He said he had found one of them in the underground sewer. He trapped it in the cell… some huge dinosaur looking thing.”

“Oh, thank the heavens.” You finally crumbled to your feet. The weight of the world was lifted off your shoulders and you wiped away your tears.

“If any of you dare tell him that I cried over him…” You began to threaten but you couldn’t stop the tears from coming, but this time they were tears of joy. You didn’t know when you became so attached to him. Maybe it was the fact that he risked his own life to save you, but you couldn’t stop the tears from coming.

“C-can I see his ring for a moment.” You sniffled out and wiped the tears from your face.

You noticed the girl gave Ned a warning look and you honestly couldn’t blame her. “What are you going to do with it?” she questioned you.

“Yeah, Peter is really trying hard to cure these guys and he deserves a chance. If you bring Doctor Strange back he’s just going to try to stop him like before.” Ned looked at you apologetically.

“Who are you?” You asked the girl.

She shrugged her shoulders, you could tell she was thinking if she should tell you or not, “MJ.” She finally answered.

“I am guessing you both are really close with Peter. Listen, I don’t know the kid and I don’t owe him anything. With that being said, I can’t say I don’t have a soft spot for him. He’s been through a lot recently… and if he is smart enough to trap Doctor Strange at his own game then, maybe he’s on to something.” You softly chuckled at the grin that spread across Ned’s face.

“Honestly, I just need his sling ring to spell these wounds enough to keep them from bleeding. I would also like to change out of these clothes, I am pretty sure I smell like a walking toilet right now.”

“I was going to tell you.” you heard Peter whisper behind you and you really wanted to turn around and smack him.

Ned took off the ring and handed it to you. It felt awkward in your hands. It wasn’t yours, it wasn’t made for you. The ring was big on your fingers but you were able to manage. You spelled your wounds closed, or at least closed enough to keep from bleeding anymore. You also spelled yourself clean in a new set of clothes. Your hair was now neat as well, not a tattered mess like the sewers once left it. You still felt weak but you were able to stand on your own now and make movements without feeling like the world was spinning and like you were going to go crashing to the ground anytime soon. Once you were done you removed the ring and gave it back to Ned who looked at you questionably.

“I just wanted to change. I do not have any desire to keep it. Stephen would kill me if he knew I had it and did not untrap him. So, what were you trying to do before we came barging through that portal of yours?” You asked Ned.

“We are trying to locate Peter Parker…our Peter Parker.” He quickly added, looking back at MJ and the other Peter… who were having an argument of their own.

“You are a deeply mistrusting person… and I respect it.” Peter said before jumping up and using his finger tips to hang from the ceiling.

You turned your attention away from those two and looked back at Ned, “Yeeaahhh… well… let’s try it again and I will give you some pointers.” You gave him a small smile which he returned, “And after we locate him you can tell me all about those ‘bad guys’ because I have a bone to pick with one of them.”

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I apologize that I haven’t updated this story is awhile. My laptop is broken and I won’t be getting another one until the end of June. I am going to work on typing it out on my phone but that might take a little longer.

Please note that I have not given up on this story. I am going to try to get an update in this weekend.

Once I get a laptop again I will delete this update as well.

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I am sorry that it took longer for me to update this story than I originally planned. I just accessed a new computer and have been held up with a few other things so just bear with me. Thank you to those that left kudos and comments, I really appreciate all the feed back. Also, from here on out, this chapter will not follow the storyline at all, I had to get off tracks in order for this story to make any sense.
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You were currently helping Ned, trying to open another portal to what hopefully led to ‘his’ Peter Parker. You were doing your best trying to ignore ‘wrong’ Peter and MJ bicker in the background.

“You almost have it,” You coached him on as you saw gold flickers as he circled his fingers in the air in front of him. The look of pure concentration broke on his face as he looked back at you with a huge smile, “for real?” He excitedly asked.

“Yes, now pay attention!” You playfully smacked the back of his head and pointed forward so he could focus again.

“Oh yeah, sorry…. Find Peter Parker,” He mumbled, his eyes closed and his brows furrowed in concentration once more. The gold flicks became larger, more intense. You couldn’t help but feel a shiver run down your spine as you noticed the portal forming.

“You got it!” You cheered. You didn’t notice MJ was silent and Peter stood oddly a little too close behind you as they got a glimpse at what was through the portal too. The portal displayed a scene that looked like it was on a roughtop. Before you were able to take in more of the scene a, what you could only say was a middle aged male, calmly walking through the portal, a look of slight confusion on his face. His brown hair was cut short, came back just a bit and parted to the side, a very common hairstyle to say the least. His eyes were so gentle and trusting, and just with that alone you knew this was another Spider-Man…. Another wrong one. The portal closed behind him, which seemed to catch his attention for just a moment.

Both teens seemed to be in awe but just like you, accepted that this was another Spider-Man. You felt a slightly annoyed aura behind you and turned to glance at the first Peter you met. He looked a little annoyed that these teens… more like MJ, were so accepting of the fact that this was Spider-Man and also another Peter Parker… and to be fair you were able to understand his annoyance. You let out a soft laugh and nudged him, he looked at you with a raised eyebrow.

“If it makes you feel better, I believe you are Peter Parker and Spider-Man now.”

“I had just a hard time convincing you too.” he practically whined out.

“Hey, we ran into each other just after I was attacked in a sewer. I was expecting to see this world's Spider-Man. So if you excuse me, I had every right to question you. Thank you very much.” You huffed out at him and turned your head away, as you looked at the new Peter, you kept speaking the first one.

“If it helps… you were the first Spider-Man/ Peter I’ve ever talked to. I never talked to this world's Peter, Dr Strange was the one that always communicated with him. So…you can consider yourself my Peter Parker….Wait! Not MINE but like…” You had turned your head back to look at him, looking at him with wide eyes as you tried to explain yourself, only to make him laugh.

“Fuck it,” You mumbled, bring a hand up to rest against your forehead.

“Thank you, well I will consider you my witch.”

“That is not how it works! I am in training to wield the mystic arts. We are considered sorcerers.”

“Eh, Witch is easier to remember.” He just shrugged.

“I forgot, you’re lacking brain cells and can’t remember ‘difficult’ words, Bitch.” you mumbled that last part more to yourself than him.

“I can call you that too, if you want.” a smirk still graced his features and he really didn’t realize how lucky he was that you didn't have your sling ring. You didn’t notice the looks MJ and Ned exchanged when you finally decided to focus your attention on the new Peter Parker in the room.

“Ok, starting now, I will refer to you as Parker, if that is ok. This is all so much and the last thing I need right now is to get confused.” You spoke to the new Peter Parker. You were starting to wonder if this is how Dr. Strange feels when he gets overwhelmed with you.

“Yeah, of course, it’s fine.” He gave you a gentle smile and you simply nodded your head. Ned was the one who explained the whole situation and got everyone up to speed. So you learned there were other ‘bad guys’ from other verses as well, which you were not too pleased to hear about since the first and only one you ran into so far was trying to hunt you down like prey.

“Listen, I need to get back to the sanctum and get my extra sling ring I have there. I won’t be much use without it and from the sound of it…I am going to need it. I can’t take the one you have Ned, you seem to have some gift for the arts so you having it for now would be useful… and honestly if Strange comes back soon, he can’t really get mad at me.” You kind of whispered that last part.

“Sanctum?” Parker questioned, a look of confusion on his face.

“Wizard hang out.” Ned replied, a dorky smile on his face.

“As in magic, you have magic here?” Parker seemed confused yet happy at the same time, it was a hard emotion decipher.

“That is what I said too!” Your Peter eagerly piped up and you felt your frustration growing.

“Patience is a virtue,” you whispered to yourself, bringing your hand up to your face and pinching the bridge of your nose with your thumb and forefinger.

“While I am gone, I need the rest of you…mainly Ned and MJ, to really think of where your Peter Parker can be. We need to come up with a game plan because if we run into that freaking ugly ass dinosaur thing again, I am going to need to be more prepared.” You shivered and started making your way to the front door.

“I’ll go with you.” you heard from behind only to see your Peter following right behind you, putting on his mask already.

“I’ll be ok.” You put your hand up, stopping him in his tracks.

“Aw, come on. I am your Peter after all.” You imagined him wiggling his eyebrow at you as he said this and you let out a soft laugh, “Plus, traveling with me is faster than walking.”

“You are never going to let me live that down, are you?”

“Not a chance.”

“Fine, you can come with me…only because you can get me there faster.” You lifted your finger and pointed it at his face, “but I swear on Thor's mighty hammer, if you drop me or decide to play any tricks in the air, I will make your existence a living hell.”

“Yeah yeah, do all girls in this verse have trust issues?” he forced you to turn around and lead you to the front door by your shoulders. You would have dug your heels in the floor if it wasn’t for the fact that you had more important things to do, and fast. You imagined how Dr. Strange would react if he found you with this group, helping Peter when he had already told him no. Strange always seemed more like a ‘let's do this my way of the high-way’ kind of guy. Maybe he would bend you over and spank you again. Your face reddened at that memory and you forced it at the back of your mind. Now was not the time to be thinking about this.

Once you were out of the home, Peter grabbed you by the waist and pulled you closer where your bodies were flushed together. Due to the suit he was wearing, you were able to practically feel every curve and muscle of his hard body. You placed your hands on his chest and looked up at him in surprise, a blush still dusted across your nose and cheeks from your previous thoughts. You could tell he was looking down at you but due to his mask you weren’t able to see the look on his face, “wrap your arms behind my neck and hold on tight.” His voice sounded a little softer, more like he was in thought before he instructed you.

You reached up and wrapped your arms behind his neck and you felt the arm he had around your waist pull you in closer, which you didn't think was possible.

“Don’t let go.” Was the last thing he said to you before putting his other arm up and shooting his web out from the canister he had on his wrist.

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I am sorry for this rushed chapter but I really hope you enjoyed it. Next chapter will be longer, as well as contain some ‘steamy’ moments so look out for that. As always feedback and kudos are always appreciated. Please let me know if you think any characters are “out of character.” I try my best to keep it true to character.

Also, I love the banter between the reader and “Your Peter.” After everything he’s been through I feel like it would be a breath of fresh air for him to be able to have this sort of connection with someone again. His character has always been humorous, light and sarcastic, which I really wanted to bring back to this story.