Mind Games

Peter Ends up getting his mind played with after walking in on a man holding some sort of fancy light

Peter starred at the luminous street signs, blinking as the numbers constantly moved around into something he couldn't understand. Did that say 37th or 73th or 3773th Avenue Was he anywhere, even close to Queens boulevard, he knew he lived somewhere close to there right, or was he even going the right way?

He stumbled away from the sign; the lights blinding him, hes head pounding and he's throat was dry, his anxiety getting worse by the minute,. Something was wrong, very wrong, He was late, why was he late, what was he late for? Aunt May was proberly going crazy with slammed into his side, sending him flying, and he landed hard on his side in the street. For a moment, all he could hear was ringing in his ears, and blood dripped from his chin.

Groaning, he forced himself into a sitting position and swayed as someone slammed on their horn; the sound making his head hurt even more than it already had. "What the hell, kid?" Someone shouted, and approaching footsteps were the only warning he got before a hand gripped his shoulder

"Kid?"

"Uncle Ben?" He asked, trying to wave away the hand. Was he's Uncle Ben here? No, this wasn't real he's Uncle Ben was dead, where was he, he just wanted to go home, who was this man, Peter was scared, he just wanted his Aunt May

"What are you on, kid?" The guy holding his shoulder asked, sounding more concerned than before, but Peter lurched to his feet.

Purple Light. There had been a Purple light, he'd been on his way home, and there was a man, He remembered that much. And he'd been walking and then…nothing, where did the time go ,all he could think of was Doctor Strange, Did he need Doctor Strange? Or did Doctor Strange need him? Where was he he was Lost, he couldn't recognize any street size everything was a big blur of colour

It was dark outside. When had it gotten dark outside?

Peter stumbled away from the man, trying to get as far away from him as possible, Peter didn't know this men, clearly he would recognize him if he did, Something buzzed around him Bee? Waving a hand, he groaned when that threw him off balance. He was bleeding... his hand and arm were scratched to pieces like he had walked through a bush covered in knives and when he brought a hand to his face, there was blood there too. His head was throbbing and his right ankle was threatening to collapse under him but this was a dream right, realistic dream, but still dream, Peter really wanted it to be a dream, and any minute he would wake up, covered in blankets on his bed.

He could hear rushing water, maybe he was close to central park, everything was so dark and his feet weren't cooperating as he tried to move forwards, He had to get home.

There was the buzzing again, and the honking of horns, and yelling somewhere in the distance. Everything was so far away and none of this mattered at the moment except his Aunt May, she was probably so worried, i remember us watching the news a couple of days ago, it was scary, people had died, of weird and horrible ways, there was a couple who had survived after being rescued from jumping of a bridge and all they could remember was thinking they was dreaming, and they was asleep and had never left the house, everybody just presumed they were crazy, others thought it was Magic.

He really wished Doctor Strange was with him right now. Maybe he could explain what was happening, He'd been on his way home from school. He was lost. How had he gotten lost,he had lived in Queens, all of he's 16 years,The frustration that settled in his chest was muted but still there, right under the fear. Mostly fear for May. Was he the reason I worried her? Worried because he was spiderman,Was she worried about magic, i Know she wasn't keen on Doctor Strange ability to use magic,maybe that was the reason or Something with magic had happened... that's why he'd wanted Doctor Strange. Peter blinked hard, trying to focus, a seemingly impossible task. He wanted Doctor Strange because he had magic right, maybe he could help him.

He followed the sound of the running water, his thoughts slipping away as quickly as they'd come. He was lost. May was going to get sick with all the worry she probably did because of him. He had to... to find her.

There was a car, and another car,there was so many cars constantly beeping there horns,why did they keep beeping their horns,it was making it harder to concentrate,hes head pounding And he was walking toward the water, he constantly reminded himself that if he get to the water everything would be fine,Water was important and he was so thirsty and then there was the screech of tires and breaks and he turned dumbly to find that he was in the middle of the street. How did he get in the middle of the street,wasnt he walking on the pavement

There was buzzing,swatting at what he thought the bee came from, feet tangling, together,ankle burning but holding his weight for the moment. His head hurt and there were buzzing all around him were bees surrounding him. Would bees sting him?

He could hear water lead him home? he remebered that when he looked out of his windows, there was water

Peter continued forward, and the buzzing continued until his ankle finally gave out on him, throwing him to the ground. He was under a bridge. He could hear water and cars... and he was shaking, but he didn't know why. Coughing and flinching when that made his side hurt, he smacked at the bee again, only to pause.

Phone. He had a phone, Stark had given him a new one,saying he's one was so old,it was a surprise the old thing worked,Peter reached into his pocket and pulled the thing out. There was a picture on the front, but they were moving around to form a spiderweb. Spider... wasn't he a spider? Or... man?

Peter's head swam, and he watched the top of the bridge go in and out of focus,like a bad camera,You focus with a camera but he couldn't focus.

Hadn't he seen Ben earlier? No. No, Ben was gone. What time was it? He lifted his arm to check but he couldn't even focus on that he,tried to stand, but his ankle wouldn't take his weight.

A car stopped, brakes screeching man running towards him, He was on the sidewalk. He wasn't in the road. Why would they stop and run towards him,

"Peter!" A man called, dropping to his knees at Peter's side.

"Where the hell have you been? What are you doing?" He rubbed his hands up and down Peter's bare arms, then yanked his own jacket off and struggled to put it on Peter, which was strange because he wasn't cold.

"Uncle Ben ?" He asked, watching as Mr. Stark faded away, then came back into focus. A hand gingerly touched his cheek, and the man shook his head.

"No... no, buddy. It's Tony. Hey…". He cupped the back of Peter's neck. "Look at me, Peter."

Then Peter dragged his eyes back to Mr. Stark and realized he'd had been staring at the bridge again. "I'm lost Aunt May she's going to be so mad at me "

"You're lost?" Mr. Stark repeated, and Peter felt his eyes inexplicably heating up.

"she going to be so mad at me,i promised her I wouldn't cause her to worry so much about me, i know she worries,the reason for his tears gone before they spilled over.

"Okay. That's okay, kiddo. Why don't I get you home?" An arm went around him,and Peter tried to stand but his ankle gave, making him cry out in pain that seemed somehow muted... too far away. Mr. Stark gripped him more tightly than before, holding all his weight. "Are you hurt?"

"I was walking home... I got lost."

"Okay. Okay…". Mr. Stark repeated the word, sounding really concerned,he had never seen peter like this before, Still, Peter hobbled to the car and Mr. Stark eased him into the passenger's side, buckling his seat belt, then shutting the door.

"Water?" Peter asked, head rolling to the side to look at Mr. Stark. Were they near water? He needed water... water was good.

"Here." Mr. Stark grabbed a bottle from the cup holder and opened it, holding it to Peter's mouth and letting him drink. It tasted a little like blood but the cool liquid felt so good on his throat. "It's almost one in the morning,Peter. Have you been walking around this whole time?"

Was that why he was so thirsty and exhausted

"Is Uncle Ben here?"

"No, buddy. He wasn't here,rememeber he's watching over you and May." Mr. Stark murmured, reaching over and squeezing his arm as he took the water away. "Did you take something? Or smoke something? Inhale any kind of powder?" The words were all kind, but Peter wasn't sure what any of them meant.

"Doctor Strange?" He asked, hoping that meant something to Mr. Stark.

"Did you see Stephen Strange?"

Peter wasn't sure,he didn't know who Stephan was

He dropped his head back against the headrest, then blinked a few times,staring at the ceiling. May was going to be so mad . It was late and he was supposed to be in bed and he was making May worry. Grabbing the door handle, he unlocked the door, then opened it, only for Mr. Stark to slam on his breaks in the middle of the road. Peter reached for his seatbelt, but Mr. Stark was holding onto his shoulder, eyes wide with disbelief.

"Peter! What are you doing?" He cried, shaking him a little and swatting away the hand that worked at his seatbelt.

"May... I'm late. She's going to be so mad,she probably going crazy with worry…"

"Hey, hey... focus on me, Spiderling. Look at me." Mr. Stark demanded, a hand on his cheek. It kind of hurt, and he must have flinched because Mr. Stark adjusted his hand. "I'm taking you home, remember? May knows you're with me.

You're okay. May knows where you are."

"I…" Peter looked at the clock on the dashboard as the door shut... and then Mr. Stark was back in the car? Had he gotten out? "Mr. Stark?"

"Yeah, Peter?" He asked, voice strained.

"I don't know where I am…"

"You're with me. In my car. It's Tony, kiddo remember none of this Mr. Stark business. You're with me in my car and I'm taking you to someone that can help."

"Doctor Strange?"

"You know what? Yeah. Friday, get the wizard to meet us at the tower. Tell him it's an emergency.

"Mr. Stark?"

"What, kiddo?"

"I can't seem to focus everything is moving so fast and I'm lost dont know Where I am"

The man reached out, putting a hand on his shoulder and squeezing as he hit the accelerator. "You're not lost, buddy. I've got you. I'm going to get you home.

We're going to figure this out and you're going to be fine."

Was this just a really realistic dream,his mind creating a realistic scenero,any minute now he would wake up,and none of this would have happened? Everything was hazy and... hadn't he seen Ben,he could have sworn he's Uncle Ben was there

He was shaken awake, but Mr. Stark and the man picked him up, only to lay him back down on a stretcher. Why was he on a stretcher? He could walk perfectly fine,They were moving, and Peter tried to sit up but the world spun and his body was stuck and his chest hurt... his head pounded and he was lost... he was lost and May.. May was...

Aunt May?

"What happened to him?" as he entered the Med Lab, putting Peter down on the already prepared bed

"No idea." Mr. Stark was talking to someone, but Peter couldn't keep his eyes open anymore. "May called me around midnight scared out of her mind she'd said she had just gotten home and that Peter wasn't home,and he's bed was still made,and dinner was still in the oven and Ned and Mj had no idea where he was, i told her I go looking for him and phone her back when i find him,however I found him by the river, no jacket, no backpack. Apparently he was walking home and something happened... he kept saying your name."

"Mine?"

"Well, along with a bunch of other shit that didn't make any sense. Kept saying he was lost."

"Tony? When you found him, what was he doing?" Dr Cho asked.

"he was just sitting on the sidewalk,starring straight ahead of him,he didnt even notice me at first until I put my hand on his shoulder."

"It looks like he got hit by a car. His ankle is broken and I think he's cracked some ribs." Hands touched his side, and he groaned, turning his head away. When he opened his eyes, he was surprised to find Doctor Strange standing there in jeans and a sweater.

"Doctor Strange?"

"Yes. Can you tell me what happened?"

"Had to find you…"

"Alright. You've found me. What happened?"

"I was... he made light... he made...

Mr. Stark stood behind the wizard, looking just as lost as ever, but Doctor Strange's eyes widened and he put a hand on Peter's forehead, muttering something Tony didn't catch.

Peter gasped at the pain the sudden awareness brought, the world coming back into sharp focus. Fighting back a guttural scream, he slammed his head into the pillow underneath him, and Mr. Stark was holding his arms, face pale and afraid. "What the hell did you do?"

"It's a spell. a very ancient spell that went out of practise around 100 years ago,someone was trying to kill him,that the only reason someone would use that spell, Doctor Strange murmured. "It places the victim in a dreamlike trance,they're unable to feel cold and they find it difficult to feel pain,to them everything happening around them is not real,they believe that they are dreaming, somehow peter seemed to fight it to some level and probably realised it was magic,and that's why he was looking for me,Most wander into the street getting killed by traffic,some end up dying of exhaustion or end up dying of dehaydration before they're found,Peter was very lucky

Peter?"

"Loud... it's... loud…" He whimpered, bringing his hands up over his ears, and he shut his eyes tight as the lights began to dim. Sensory overload. He'd had this happen a few times, but never this badly... never this intense.

"Friday! You know what to do. Peter? You're okay, kiddo." He was cold. So cold And his ankle hurt. Shaking so hard his teeth chattered, Peter tried to curl up in a ball, but his side was killing him. "I know. I know it hurts, buddy. Give us just a second and we'll get you warmed up and get you some medicine. You're going to be okay."

"What happened?" He gasped out, hands clenching into fists at his side, and Mr Stark put a hand over his.

"You got spelled, but you're okay now. The good wizard fixed it."

"Mr. Stark? Hurts…"

"I know. Just give it a second." Something poked him in the arm, and something warm went into his arms that made it impossible to keep his eyes open.

"I'm... I'm going to…"

"You rest, buddy. We'll get you fixed up."

And then he was sleeping. No dreams, just darkness as Peter slept. He didn't wake until a hand brushed his hair back, and he opened his eyes to find at his side. The man looked exhausted, with dark purple bags under his eyes. Behind him, Peter could just see his aunt asleep in a chair, a blanket covering her, and what looked like a couch cushion between her head and the wall.

"Hey, Kiddo."

"Mr. Stark?" He blinked a few times in the dim room, grateful for the heavy, warm blanket draped over him. He searched his memory for a moment, trying to find any clues as to why he was in his bed at the tower, when something came to him. "Did I get hit by a car?"

The man gave a tired, not all that amused smile. "You sure did, kiddo,broke your ankle and one of your ribs. Cracked three more. And gave you a nasty concussion. Not to mention the spell that some angry wizard put you under."

Peter just blinked at him for a moment. "I had one hell of a weird dream,i was walking for ever and ever searching for Doctor Strange and I thought Uncle Ben was there and... and I was lost…"

Mr. Stark brushes his hair back again, resting his hand on the side of Peter's head. "Yeah, you were lost, kiddo. But I found you."