"Remind me again why I decided to do this," Dr Stephen Strange said tiredly as he wearily eyed the three teenagers in front of him, two of them wearing looks of angelic innocence that looked so genuine that he was surprised that they weren't being showered by heavenly beams of light that were accompanied with a choir of angels and glistening golden halos whilst the other's featured were structured into a look of complete indifference as she was scrolling through her phone .

"Because Parker kept bugging you by using his puppy eyes and pre-pubescent girl voice until you did," MJ replied without looking up from her phone which caused Ned to roar with laughter as Peter turned redder than the Doctor's cloak as he began to stammer that he does not have puppy eyes or a girlish voice. Strange inhaled deeply, closed his eyes, pinched the bridge of his nose, then addressed the trio again.

"Just promise me that you won't touch ANYTHING. Every artefact in this building possesses powers far greater than you children can imagine and believe me, the last thing I need is to have an angry Stark storming in here and threatening to end my life because his precious protege has been harmed."

"Don't worry Mr Dr Strange, Master of the Mystic Arts, sir," Peter replied, all of his previous embarrassment of his very manly voice - stop laughing Ned seemingly forgotten, "Ned, MJ and I promise to be very careful and not touch anything.

"Yeah, sir," Ned added, nodding his head rapidly, his brown eyes bright with wonder. "I still can't believe that we're in the New York Sanctum," he whispered to himself

"You've said that ten times since we've entered the building," MJ said in amusement, "careful Leeds, or you'll combust."

"I think I just might," he retorted, "I honestly can't believe my life right now. My best friend is Spider-Man and I'm his Guy-In-The-Chair, I have Tony Stark's phone number and now I'm talking to a wizard."

"For the last time, I'm not a wiz-"

"Mr Dr Strange, Master of the Mystic Arts, sir, what's this cool glowy thing?" Peter's voice called out from where he stood in the corner. He was pointing at an ancient floor length mirror that held a glowing oval shaped stone, which was rapidly changing colours, in the centre.

"That, young spider," Wong said from the top of the staircase where he definitely wasn't a second ago, "is a stone that is capable of transporting its user to alternate realities."

"WHAT?" Peter and Ned yelled in surprise and even MJ looked interested. "You're kidding."

"No, he is not 'kidding', that stone is very powerful, one of the most powerful objects in existence, apart from the infinity stones of course. However it is also very dangerous as it's power is unstable and uncontrollable. Once you touch it, there is no knowing where it would transport you."

"So what you're saying is: one second, you could be standing here and the next second you could be transported to, like, the middle of the zombie apocalypse, or something?" Ned asked, which caused Wong to nod his head.

"That is so cool! It's just like the portkey in the Goblet of Fire." Peter exclaimed as he began to examine it.

"PARKER! What part of 'very dangerous' and 'uncontrollable' do you not understand?" Strange shouted which caused Peter to jump and then quickly steady himself before he landed on the ceiling - don't ask.

"Okay, okay, it's cool, I'm cool I- what's the matter?" Peter asked when he saw Ned's hands covering his mouth and MJ usually stoic face wearing a look of shock. Slowly, Ned raised a quivering finger and pointed at the stone where Peter's hand was directly in the center of.

"Uh oh" was all he could say before he felt like the ground was swallowing him up. He heard a faint shout of his name as well as the thundering of feet on the wooden floor running towards him on the before he fell into the ground like Alice did into the rabbit hole.

When he opened his eyes he saw a bespectacled boy with messy black hair and bright emerald eyes, another lanky, freckled boy with a mop of flaming red hair, and a girl with bushy brown hair, all three of them were holding long wooden sticks that were each pointed directly at his face.