-Unbetaed, not a native speaker so please kindly point out any mistakes.
-Warning: language, bad jokes, canon typical violence, Twilight (enough said)

Peter was elated today. Today was one of the best days of his life. He'd got to spend time at Central Park with his two of his favorite superheroes (well, he had a lot of favorites but these two ranked at the top. If Cap were around, he would even be more excited), although Stephen wouldn't call himself a superhero with or without power or memory. But his willingness to still become a doctor even without his memory made him a hero in Peter's book. People tended to forget that for the important part of the word superhero was the hero part. Anybody could be a hero with or without a power. Not everybody could be lucky enough to be bitten by a radioactive spider, or got injected by a supersoldier serum, or smart and rich enough to build their own suit, but that didn't mean they couldn't be heroes.

Although looking at the behaviour of the two adults at the moments, they acted more like two bickering teenagers.

"Tony, as I said, I don't like Stark Raving Hazelnut. Did you say it was my favorite when you met me?"

Mr Stark didn't dare to look Doctor Strange straight in the eyes. "Did I say that? Did I ever say that? Is it on record? Are you accusing me of recommending the most awesome ice cream ever?"

"You said that there are different flavors of Avengers' ice cream. Your personal favorite is Stark Raving Hazelnut. It seemed to be my type of ice cream too when we met."

Mr Stark faced away from Doctor Strange and whispered very softly that Peter could only pick up because of his superhearing.. "Here goes nothing. I thought he didn't like the taste because of his bias toward me but apparently he really dislike the taste." He said at his normal voice, "Well, it's just your conjecture then. I never said it was your favorite. What do you have against me?"

"You? I have nothing against you. I'm eternally grateful for your help. I just don't like the ice cream. Too chalky. But if you really want me to like it, I can eat it again, perhaps it's an acquired taste. Perhaps I'm going to like it after the 100th tub."

Mr Stark sighed. "Never mind. How about you, underoo? Do you not like Stark Raving Hazelnut as well?"

"No, no, Mr Stark. I love it."

"Which one is your favorite?"

"All of them?!"

"Do you understand the word favorite? Pick one, come on."

"Tony, just give Peter a break. We're supposed to be relaxing today. You suggested it. You said I've been scooped up far too long inside the Compound which didn't help with my pale complexion as I looked like Edward Cullen, whoever that is."

"Mr Stark, do you read and/or watch Twilight?"

Mr Stark pretended to clutch his heart. "I'd never. Not in a million years. It was Clint who read it and kept asking whether I'm team Edward or team Jacob. I guess he regretted it now given our so called Civil War which asked the Avengers to pick a side. Anyway, no more heavy talk. More eating. What do you guys want to eat? And please call me Tony as I've said a million times before."

"And you can call me Stephen. Not Mr Doctor Strange. I don't even remember doing the study to become a doctor anyway."

Tony shook his head. "What's wrong with you? That is considered heavy talk. I think we'd better try the hotdog at the corner there." He walked faster to lead them in that direction. Stephen followed easily with his long legs so he purposefully walked slower. Peter was at the back.

As they nearly approached the stand, suddenly Peter's Spidey Sense was tingling. Before he could identify the source of danger, suddenly Stephen was pulled to the right by some red glowing light to hover in front of a guy in a green robe. There was a glowing portal behind him.

People around them started to panic and run away from the portal and the guy in the green robe.

"Hello, Stephen. As I promised you before, I'll find you again. So here we are. You've got to come with me or I'll hurt the boy or that man you were arguing with earlier."

"Hey, the man has a name." Tony apparently had activated his nano suit so he was fully armed now. "Tony Stark, genius, billionaire, playboy although not so much nowadays, philanthropist, and really allergic to guys with magic dressed in green. What's wrong with villains and the color green anyway? You just give bad names to Mother Earth. You must be Frodo."

"Mordo. Now be quiet. The adults are talking."

"Hey, that's my line. Release my friend." Tony aimed his repulsor at Mordo's chest. Peter prepared to jump at Mordo or rescue Stephen, whichever took priority. Before either of them could attack, Mordo lazily flicked both hands at their directions and they flew to opposite sides until they hit trees. They were stuck there, couldn't move their limbs. At the same time, Stephen dropped to the grass in front of Mordo. Peter thought it must be because Mordo could only hold two objects using his telekinesis or whatever powers. That bit of information was interesting but useless in their current predicaments. Mordo's hands were not aimed at them anymore but they still couldn't move so he must have used some spells.

Stephen tried to get up but Mordo pushed him down. Stephen was stuck to the ground and couldn't move anymore.

"Come on, Stephen, you know your place is with me. I knew it since I rescued you in Kamar-Taj. Together we could get rid of violators of natural law."

"Mr Stark, isn't that the speech from the very old movie you asked me to watch? Star Wars? Something about joining the dark side, we have cookies."

"Kid, don't mix Star Wars with memes. That's sacrilegious. Stephen, never join the dark side unless you plan to lose a limb."

"Be quiet, you two." Now Mordo flicked his hands at their directions again and they couldn't open their mouth to talk. This really sucked.

"How did you find us? I thought Wong had masked my aura so you wouldn't be able to detect it."

Peter thought that was smart that Stephen was asking questions. He was stalling until one of them could find a way out.

"Why do you even care? You don't even remember your own name nor magic"

"Well, I was told I was a super curious student. Once I set my mind to something, I need to know the answer. I guess that trait passes on even without my memory."

Mordo looked pleased at Stephen's admission. He even smiled. Peter could believe they were friends but like two hundred years ago. "Yes, you always were a very inquisitive student.. You asked questions that no other student had even been aware existed. You gave all the teachers a run for their money. Not that any of us ever paid any school fees of course. Just our lives and full dedication. And for what? For all the lies the Ancient One told us?" His face darkened. "That's why you need to see my way. You have to. You're like a brother to me."

"You still haven't answered my question."

"If you're stalling for time until Wong or some other masters come to rescue you, you need to wait for a long while. I've masked my aura so they wouldn't be able to detect me. To answer your question, I could notice the masking of aura although I didn't know whose aura was being masked. Who do you think teaching Wong and other masters about aura?I was curious as I meditated and found the masking. It was just my lucky day that it was you.

"I know going out is a bad idea." Stephen sighed.

"Now come with me or your friends die." He started to point at both Tony and Peter. Peter suddenly felt his whole body was on fire. He couldn't scream either because of Mordo's spell. This Mordo guy really sucked.

"I'm going with you. Just let them go. Please."

Mordo used both hands to open a portal that opened to a dark cave somewhere. The spell holding Stephen was gone so he could stand up. Unluckily the fire spell still held, so Peter and Tony were still writhing even when Mordo didn't point his hands at them. "You step through that portal and they won't be in pain anymore."

Stephen stepped through the portal and turned back facing them. "You can let them go now. I'm already at the other side."

"Stephen, you're pathetic. You think of yourself as the protector of the weak when you yourself are so weak."

"Mordo, please, you promise me you'll let them go if I go with you. Peter is only a kid."

"Kids die in wars too, Stephen. You should know that by now. I only said they wouldn't be in pain anymore if you go with me. That doesn't mean they'll live. That's why you could never be a leader or the Sorcerer Supreme, you lack spine."

Mordo now was holding two sword-shaped mandalas aimed at both Peter and Tony. Peter wanted to cry. He still had a bright future ahead of him. Internship at the Stark Industries. Dating MJ. Going to college. Annoying Ned. Buying Aunt May an expensive apartment that she deserved. Now all would be gone because of some stupid wizard in green. He closed his eyes in resignation.

"No, I don't. Enough of this unnecessary violence."

That was Stephen's voice. Peter opened his eyes and saw that Stephen's hands were glowing with yellow mandalas and Mordo was on the grass panting. That explained the lack of pain in any part of Peter's body and he could move now.

So somehow Stephen had hit Mordo with magic. Wasn't his magic gone? Stephen was equally in shock. The Mandalas at his hands had dimmed and slowly disappeared. He seemed to try to activate them again. They keyword was try.

Peter realized that Stephen was still standing at the other side of the portal.

Tony seemed to realize the same thing. "Stephen, please step back to this side before the portal closes."

Stephen still looked dazed but did as he asked.

Mordo looked up at him. "Stephen, don't think it's over. We'll meet again soon and you'll regret not following me today." Before any of them could do anything, Mordo disappared.

Tony sighed. "For the record, I really hate magic. I didn't know that guy could teleport. I should've knocked him unconscious."

"I should've webbed him."

"Should have wouldn't bring him back. Peter, could you bring Stephen to the tower? He still seems to be in shock for what he did. I'm going to call Wong."

Stephen was indeed quiet and looked deathly pale. Peter guided him slowly toward the direction of the Compound. He needed to call Happy because it was a really long way to walk. This day sucked.

Notes:

-Not sure if this Peter's POV worked for this chapter. The end is near so yeah, Mordo has to appear. As mentioned before, Stephen would not always be a victim. I'm not used to write actions so it's minimal here. Sorry.
-Next chapter will finally be from Stephen's POV as we got to know what happened between him and Mordo. Well, at least part of what happened.