Heather and Windshear were preparing to start the morning patrol for anything out of place or Dragon Hunters. She was fixing the saddle on Windshear when Peter walked over with a yawn.

"Damn, do you guys get any sleep?" Peter asked as he approached Heather.

"Well, good morning to you, too," Heather said sarcastically.

"Good morning, but what are you doing up?" Peter wonders.

"Morning patrol," Heather answered as she prepared to head out.

"Alone?" Peter asks. "Don't you guys do like partnering up or something?"

"You wana come with?" Heather asked as she jumped on Windshear. "Be my backup?"

"Really?" Peter asks.

"Yeah, come on, what are you going to do around here?" Heather asked.

Peter looked back towards Dragon's Edge, knowing that everyone else in the camp was fast asleep, he felt a surge of determination. The weight of responsibility settled in his chest, and he could breathe a little easier knowing that Heather had him as back-up. With a quick nod, he shed his outer layer of clothing, revealing his sleek Spider-Man suit beneath. The fabric hugged his form, and he pulled on his mask, lowering the hood that had been protecting him from the chill of the night air.

After a brief moment, they took to the skies, soaring above the silver-glimmering ocean below. Heather's laughter rang out like music, bright and free, as she expertly maneuvered her dragon, Windshear, through a dazzling display of barrel rolls and flips. Peter clung tightly to her, the rush of wind tearing at his senses, trying to absorb the thrill of the flight. As they navigated through the towering sea stacks, the dragon's movements were fluid and graceful, but Peter could feel his stomach lurch with each sharp turn. He swallowed hard, stifling a gag as he tried to focus on the exhilarating view.

"All good back there?" Heather called over her shoulder, her laughter infectious.

"Getting used to it," Peter groaned, his voice strained but light-hearted. He glanced out at the vast horizon, where the ocean met the sky, and gasped, "Whoa..."

"Beautiful, isn't it?" Heather turned her face to him, a bright smile illuminating her features.

"You sure are," Peter blurted out before he realized the weight of his words, his cheeks heating up immediately. "I mean, it sure is." He stumbled over his own thoughts as Heather shot him a look that was equal parts surprise and amusement.

The air between them crackled with unspoken tension. They had been warned about the consequences of letting their feelings take root, about the delicate threads of time that wove their lives together yet kept them apart. Despite that caution, an undeniable attraction simmering beneath the surface, two stars destined to orbit one another yet unable to collide. Peter carried the burden of knowing he would eventually have to return to his future, leaving Heather behind in her past—a thought that struck him with a hollow ache as they flew through the night sky, suspended between what was and what could be.

"Up here, it is the only place where I feel... free," Heather tells Peter. "Free of the responsibilities. Free of the pain. Free of all of the fights."

"I can relate," Peter admitted with a sigh. "Being a hero isn't exactly the best job and sometimes you just need a place you can go and watch the sky."

Heather smiled and was happy to see that Peter understood her. "Well, let's get on with our patrol!" She then flew downward, causing Peter to screech in surprise as they head downward. "Alpha quadrant checked out. Nothing but water, and..."

That was when Peter noticed an empty fishing boat. "Heather?"

Heather looked over and noticed a fishing boat that was looming near their shores. "Let's get a closer look."

Heather flew Windshear over as they landed on top of the boat. She jumped off Windshear as Peter quickly followed, seeing the ominous fog in the area caused a spooky aurora considering the deck made it look abandoned.

"Abandoned." Heather guessed.

"Yeah, and this is definitely giving me Haunted Mansion vibes," Peter stated in fear.

"I don't really understand that, but I have a feeling it means 'Let's get out of here.'"

"That's what I like to hear," Peter stated when they heard someone screaming.

Peter and Heather flinched and jumped back, aiming his web shooters at the opening while Heather drew her double-bladed axe. They waited for something to happen but saw nothing coming.

"We're not leaving, are we?" Peter asks as he places his mask on.

"I think we both know the answer to that," Heather stated as she marched down the boat.

"One day," Peter said with a sigh as he followed her with Windshear behind him.

"Hello? Hello? Is someone there?" Heather called as they reached the resting area. They smelled the air and both of them gagged. "Ugh! What is that smell? Windshear, torch."

Windshear spat fire at the torch on the wall, allowing them to look inside the room. And what they saw caused them to back up in fear and terror when they saw sickly bodies filling the entire boat.

"No!" Heather seemed to recognize what this was as she tried to run out when a hand reached out from the floor and scratched her arm. "AHH!"

Peter kicked the arm off of her as she ran for it and Peter didn't take long to see this was something he shouldn't mess with and ran. He and Heather ran outside where they took a moment to breathe and Heather covered her arm.

"You okay?" Peter asks.

"I'm fine," Heather said, ignoring the scratch. "We need to go. Now."

"Why?" Peter was curious what was going on as Heather ran to Windshear.

Back on Dragon's Edge, Toothless is helping Fishlegs and Hiccup in Hiccup's workshop. He was preparing to scorch a rod that Hiccup was working on when Hiccup stopped him.

"Ah, one second, bud." Hiccup then took out some glasses that he placed over his eyes. "Okay, Toothless. Spark it up."

Toothless got to work as Fishlegs joined them, blocking out the light. "Interesting material. Seems organic in nature."

"Death Song Amber, hammered thin. This is strong enough to stare straight into the eyes of a Flightmare." Hiccup stated.

"Hm, interesting," Tony said as he and Astrid walked into the room. "We have something similar in the future."

"Fascinating. May I?" Fishlegs asked.

Hiccup took the glasses off and handed them to Fishlegs. "Please. I insist."

"Now, what's a Death Song?" Tony asks Astrid.

That was when Heather entered Hiccup's workshop. She looked pale and worried as Peter walked in behind her confused.

"Heather, are you okay?" Hiccup asked when he saw the concerned look on her face. "What's wrong? Did you see something on patrol?"

"Hunters? Trapped Dragons? Viggo?" Fishlegs asks.

"Pete, did you guys find something?" Steve asked as he and the others approached when they saw their return.

"Oh! I love this game." Tuffnut cried. "Okay, now it's my turn; everyone quiet. Heather, is what you found bigger than a yak box?"

Heather sounding subdued walked further into the workplace. "I found a fishing boat."

"I'm supposed to guess before you tell me." Tuffnut cried. "Doesn't anyone know how to play?" He then leaned over to Tony. "But, just for the record, a boat is bigger than a yak box. So, I'll just score this one a win for the old T-Nut. Scratch one off in the Tuffnut column."

"Okay, back off," Tony said, giving Tuffnut a light push.

"It was just drifting out there. We went to take a closer look," Heather said as she walked further. "But what we found inside it was..."

"Was what?" Snotlout asked in fear.

"Bodies," Peter answered for her. "Their skin was all pale and green. Some sort of illness, we got out of there as fast as we could before we could find out what caused it, but it wasn't any of our guys from the future."

"Survivors?" Fishlegs asks.

Heather sighed. "One."

"Then we need to go back out there and help them." Hiccup said. "Toothless."

Heather reaches out to stop him. "Hiccup, it's too late."

"Um, Hiccup, "pale green skin"? I hate to be the harbinger of doom, but-" Fishlegs stepped forward.

"I know what you're thinking Fishlegs, but-" Hiccup tried to stop him.

"The Scourge of Odin," Fishlegs said in terror.

"What's the Scourge of Odin?" Tony asked, speaking louder than Fishlegs.

"Oh! Let's not throw that word around too loosely, because-" Hiccup warned when Snotlout happened to overhear.

"Wait. Back it up. Did he say "Scourge of Odin"?" Snotlout asked in terror.

"Yes, but there's no need to panic." Hiccup tried to assure him.

"The Scourge of what?" Clint asked.

"Oh, nothing. Just the plague that tore through the Archipelago centuries ago, wiping out entire Viking villages! Yeah, why would we worry about that?" Snotlout asked in panic as he ran around with his mouth covered. "Quick, Hookfang! I need a mask for my mouth."

Tuffnut chuckled. "Well, that's a long time coming."

"Very funny. I already feel short of breath." Snotlout cried as he ran around in panic.

"Should we be concerned?" Tony asked the team.

"Red Room serum, can't get sick," Natasha stated with a shrug. "Sorry, Clint."

"What?" Clint asks. "What about Stark?'

"Suit is airtight," Stark stated, closing the suit around him.

"We must burn our clothes!" Ruffnut cried out.

"No, no, no, no. No need to panic. I've got the answer for it." Tuffnut promised. "Wait for it. Bing." Draws out a slice of moldy bread. "Oh yeah."

"Moldy bread?" Peter asks. "You just... carry that around in your pocket?" He then leaned over towards Wanda. "Sad thing is, it's the most normal thing about him."

"Hear me out," Tuffnut said. "Once I had a really bad cold. So, I decided to eat some moldy bread. Don't ask me why, because I don't know. But, boom! Instantly cured. Okay, you scoff now, but one day, science will recognize my genius. They called old crazy Uncle Henrik "crazy"."

"He is crazy, Tuffnut," Ruffnur told her twin. "He married his own beard."

"Mm-hm. Okay. Yes." Tuffnut nodded. "Bad example. Let's go with your clothes-burning plan. We'll keep them on you, just to be sure. Barf! Belch!"

"Let's not jump to conclusions and set ourselves on fire, eat moldy bread, or hyperventilate." Hiccup tried to calm them down.

They turn to look at Snotlout, who is hyperventilating into his boot.

"Snotlout, you can't catch the Scourge of Odin by breathing," Fishlegs tells him

Snotlout then looked down and threw the boot behind him. "I knew that."

"There hasn't been a single case of the Scourge for centuries. Plus, Heather and Peter got out of there right away." Hiccup said as he gestured to the two, noticing that Heather looked miserable. "Are you sure you're okay?"

"Yeah. I'm fine. Really." Heather placed the Razorwhip blade over her scratch to hide it better. "Just not what I expected to see. If you don't mind, I am going to go lie down."

Jumping to the early morning, it is still dark. Peter is asleep in the hut he and a few of the other guy Avengers shared as Nat and Wanda got their own for various obvious reasons. That was when they were awakened by a loud crash. Stark, Steve, and Clint jump as Peter aimed his web shooters in panic. That was when they saw Windshear, agitated and running up and down around the hut.

"What? What? What is this!?" Tony asks.

"Windshear?" Peter asked in concern when he realized what had to be the problem. "Heather."

Peter raced and leaped over, shooting out a rope to swing from as he then latched onto another hut and reached the outside of Heather's hut. Peter enters the hut and sees Heater lying on her bed, wearing her sleep attire with the blankets off, coughing weakly.

"Peter? What are you doing here?" Heather wondered.

"Windshear seemed a little worried, so I..." Peter said when Heather started to cough, and without her armor and layer of clothes on, he saw that she had a scratch on her arm and the man grabbed her on the boat. "Oh, Heather..."

Warning everyone that Heather might have caught the virus, the team reacted quickly with Hiccup asking Stark to fly as fast as he could to Berk and speak to Gothi the healer who would tell him about the cure for the Scurge. Fishlegs was looking over Heather while Peter stayed back a little, pacing back and forth in concern.

"Peter, stop pacing," Heather demanded with a groan.

Fishlegs then backed up toward Peter as they headed outside where Steve, Astrid, and Hiccup were waiting. "What is it?"

"You saw that scratch right?" Fishlegs asks.

"She said it's nothing." Hiccup shrugged.

"It's not nothing," Peter said with a sigh as he rubbed his head. "I should have seen it. I should have known."

"You should have known she caught a disease that is so obscure that we have never heard of it a few hundred years from now?" Natasha asked Peter sarcastically.

"Yeah, you have to admit that isn't something we could have seen coming," Steve agreed.

"All the signs are there," Astrid warned them as she looked at her friend. "It is definitely the Scurge."

"All right, let's assume for a second that you're right. What's the cure?" Hiccup asks.

"I'm not sure. The only thing I know is that the scourge moves swiftly, overtaking its victims in less than three moons." Fishlegs said.

"One moon has already passed," Hiccup said in concern.

"Stark should be on his way back by now from Berk with Gothi's notes." Steve guessed, guessing how fast Stark was going with the time and distance it would take. "Hopefully, they'll tell us something more to help save her."

Stark then came flying at full speed, getting them to look upward and see Stark's thrusters flying before activating some wings in his back to slow his descent and landing. He then removed his suit and handed the notes to Hiccup.

"How are you feeling, kid?" Tony said in concern.

Heather moaned. "I feel fine. I just wish everyone would stop worrying about me."

"Fishlegs, look! In Gothi's notes, there's a cure for the Scourge of Odin," Hiccup said as he looked the notes over. "A green solution made from the saliva of a Buffalord dragon."

"Great, where do we find one?" Peter asked, then noticed the looks on a few of their faces.

"Should I ask about the worried faces?" Tony asks. "Worried faces are never a good sign."

"Well, it's just..." Fishlegs didn't know how to say it.

"There aren't any more Buffalord." Astrid broke to Hiccup and the other Avengers. "They were all hunted to extinction during the Scourge's last outbreak."

"We don't know if they're gone for sure." Hiccup stated. "We need to get out there and find one."

"But we don't even know where to start looking. There's no mention of the Buffalord anywhere. It's like they were wiped from history." Fishlegs stated.

"Come on, I told you guys, I'm..." Heather groaned as she attempted to stand, but before she could finish speaking, gets fainted and fell.

"Heather!" Peter raced down and slid on his knees to catch her before she hit the floor.

"Okay... I'm not fine." Heather finally admitted with a cough.

Everyone went to the Meeting Hut and was trying to search through all of the papers to try and find anything to do with the Buffalord. Peter walked into the hut after putting Heather back down.

"How is she?" Astrid wonders.

"Resting," Peter answered. "I've got Barton watching over her. Putting his fatherly traits to some use here. What else have we found?"

"We've spent the last few hours combing through my dragon eye research and found some old notes," Fishlegs informed him. "I didn't think much of them at first, but..."

"We found a description, but nothing about its location." Hiccup was sorry to say. "There's really not much about it here at all."

"It's big, has ram-like horns, and lives on the plains. That's something." Fishlegs, seeing the looks from everyone as he saw that wasn't much. "I'll keep looking."

Tuffnut picked up several pieces of paper. "What's this stuff?"

"That's nothing. Just some Dragon Eye tracings." Fishlegs answered. "No useful information. Just archaic dots and slashes."

The twins exchange looks and that got Wanda's attention. "I know that look." She commented, getting off the wall and approaching. "Pietro and I used to have a look like that. You guys see something?"

Tuffnut chuckled. "Yeah. These make a map."

Ruffnut scoffed. "Duh. How do you guys not see that?"

"See? These squiggles are water." Tuffnut started to show them. "That big nose is an island. Those slashes are seastacks. And that there would be..."

"The Buffalord." Hiccup started to get it.

"How did you do that?" Snotlout wonders.

"We're experts at interpreting abstract images. Watch and learn." Ruffnut stated as she showed a paper with a line drawn.

"A boat," Tuffnut said.

Ruffnut showed several drawn lines.

"A pineapple."

Ruffnut showed a paper only with a circle drawn.

"Mom!"

"Okay..." Tony said with confusion. "So, where were we?"

Hiccup then started to look at the papers. "Actually, this looks familiar."

Hiccup then started to use the bigger map they had and moved the papers around, even scribbling them up to try and get a match. Finally matching the papers with the map, they found a location.

"We found it, Hiccup! We found it!" Fishlegs cheered.

"We found a location." Hiccup corrected. "Now let's hope to Odin they still exist."

"Gear up, team," Steve said as he marched off.

"You sure we should be doing this?" Natasha asks. "What if this is supposed to happen?"

"It feels too coincidental," Steve stated with a shake. "No, I have a sense that one of our enemies has to be behind this."

"But none of our enemies can create sickness," Natasha said.

"You don't need powers to create an illness that science can easily create," Steve stated. "M.O.D.O.K. is easily smart enough to create an illness."

"I know that, but-"

"Look, we need to do this," Steve told her, looking to Peter who was racing to get ready to go. "He isn't going to let her go like that. He's lost too much to lose someone like her again."

"You really think this is about...her?" Natasha asks, not saying her name.

"Not in the sense you're thinking, but he's already lost too many people," Steve explained his decision. "He needs this one. I don't think he can survive losing another person he loves."

Natasha gazed up at Peter, noting the determination etched on his face as he prepared to leave. Despite his reluctance to voice his feelings, she could see the deep compassion he held for the unfortunate girl. There was an unspoken connection between them, a mutual understanding that transcended words. In this turbulent moment, it was clear that she was the only one who truly understood him.

Memories of the pain Peter endured flooded Natasha's mind when the Green Goblin took his last girlfriend from him. He had been a mere shadow of himself—distant, withdrawn, and lost in a sorrow that seemed insurmountable. It had taken so much love and effort from their friends to help him piece his life back together. Now, standing before her, he seemed haunted once again, gripped by the responsibility of saving Heather.

He needed to rescue her; she was his chance to reclaim a part of himself. Natasha felt a surge of determination. They would not allow him to fail again. Together, they were going to find the cure he desperately needed and ensure that he didn't have to bear this burden alone.

"Then we better head out," Natasha stated. "We've only got a day and a half left."

As Agatha Harkness made her way across the rugged terrain of the island, she finally arrived at the imposing Dragon's Edge base. Its weathered walls loomed above her as she stepped onto the ground floor, a sense of anticipation bubbling within her. She hummed softly to herself, the sound echoing faintly off the stone, as her keen eyes scanned the dimly lit interior for any sign of Wanda.

Agatha felt a surge of confidence; her spell had meticulously tracked Wanda's movements after she departed from the bustling Markets, and now she knew this was where her prey sought refuge. The air around her crackled with the residual energy of the Chaos Magik left in Wanda's wake, a pulsating reminder of the power that had been wielded here.

Her gaze drifted, noticing the strange, fragmented machinery that seemed out of place—A.I.M.'s time travel device, twisted and broken—but she dismissed it with a shrug, her focus trained on finding something of greater significance. As she prowled through the makeshift huts that dotted the base, Agatha was a predator in search of a vital prize: anything that would link back to Wanda or provide evidence of the elusive Chaos Magik.

Suddenly, her attention was drawn to a nearby hut, where she spotted Heather, hunched over and coughing, clearly struggling to conserve her strength. The sight tugged at her, but before she could linger, Windshear, the formidable dragon, emerged protectively, eyes narrowed and snarling at Agatha—a fierce guardian ready to defend its rider.

With a dismissive scoff, Agatha raised her hand, summoning a wave of Magik that arched through the air toward the dragon, intending to incapacitate it. The creature's roar of defiance was swiftly silenced as Agatha pressed on, her heart racing with the thrill of the chase.

Eventually, she approached a hut that seemed to hum with energy, a faint glow seeping from within. As she stepped inside, the air thickened with the unmistakable signature of Chaos Magik. The very atmosphere buzzed with the remnants of its power, and a triumphant grin spread across Agatha's face.

"It is... She is... The Scarlet Witch," Agatha exclaimed, her voice laced with glee.

The wielder of the enigmatic Chaos Magik had finally been unveiled before her, and with that revelation, Agatha knew her pursuit had reached an exhilarating climax.

The team rode on the Dragon Rider's dragons and made their way to the island where the Buffalord was supposed to be located. They landed and made it a short while before the setting sun.

"Now, these dragons were supposedly hunted to extinction. So if there are any left, they will have developed a wariness towards humans." Hiccup told everyone.

"Which means we have to move quickly," Fishlegs stated.

"We'll check out the caves," Clint said as he gestured to Natasha. "We have more experience in that area."

Just stay close to one another," Steve said. "Without comms, this is too dangerous."

"Got it, Cap," Clint said as he saluted and walked off.

They searched for hours, with the sun close to finally setting. Hiccup and Toothless were searching for a few hours with Peter as he didn't have anything specific to check and also had a better eye for spotting things from the sky.

"You doing okay?" Hiccup asked him.

"Yeah, doing fine," Peter said in a stern tone. "Just... focused."

"I hear ya," Hiccup replied as he tried to focus on something else. "So, word is going around the Wdge between you and Heather..."

"It was Barton, wasn't it?" Peter interrupted him. "I swear, Clint." He snarled to himself. "We have been over this!"

"Something wrong with Heather or something?" Hiccup wonders.

"What? No, she's great," Peter denied with a sigh. "Let's just say me and women have a bad history."

"Come on, can't be worse than me," Hiccup stated.

"With my first relationship, her dad turned out to be a criminal with wings who tried to kill me several times beforehand," Peter informed him, getting Hiccup to look back in shock. "My next relationship was with a cat burglar who toyed with me, so things didn't really work out. Then there was Deborah, but I may or may not have accidentally caused her to go insane. There was Sara Bailey, who got dragged into an adventure with me and Logan but she forgot about me the moment we saved the day. Then there was... Gwen. My oldest friend."

"What happened to her?" Hiccup wonders.

Peter sighed. "One of my oldest enemies. Goblin. He killed her."

Hiccup was shocked and sorry to hear that. "Oh. Wow. I... okay, you are right... I- I can see why you're hesitant against another relationship after all that."

"It's not just that," Peter said with a sigh. "When the time machine is fixed and we get to go home, Heather will need to stay here. She deserves better than just a short relationship. She needs something and someone more stable than me."

"Who? Like Snoltlout?" Hiccup asked.

Peter burst out laughing. "Oh, god no! She can do better."

"And what if you can't go back?" Hiccup asks Peter. "I mean, you need all the pieces to travel back home, right?"

"I can't stay, we can't stay," Peter said with a sigh. "This past is already written. If we stay and change something major, we could wreck time." He sighed as he looked out to the island. "But I can't let her die."

Hiccup nodded as he understood what he was saying. Toothless yawned as Hiccup saw he was getting tired.

"I feel ya, bud. But we have to keep pushing forward. Tell you what, let's grab some water from that stream and we'll get back up in the air." Hiccup flew down and landed at the stream where they all took a drink.

As they were drinking, Toothless seemed to have caught wind of something and reacted as he leaped over the stream.

"Toothless? What is that?" Hiccup asked as he followed his dragon.

Reaching the other side of the hill, they saw a giant pile of dragon dung. Peter almost gagged at the site and then Hiccup used Toothless to send a plasma blast into the air line a flair to single the others to their location.

After everyone arrived, Fishlegs began inspecting the dragon droppings. "Large size. Unusual coloration." He then smelled it, causing a few of the Avengers to gag. "Mm. Vegetarian diet. Not the remnants of any dragon I'm familiar with. And I know my dragon droppings."

"I used to pick on guys like this in college," Stark admitted.

"It's fresh, Hiccup!" Fishlegs cheered as he rushed to Peter and Hiccup with a pile of dung in his hands, causing the two to gag and back off. "Last couple of hours. This dragon is still somewhere on this island.

And, might I add a very distinctive bouquet," Tuffnut said as he sniffed the pile. "Sort of herbal. It's quite nice."

"Ew," Snotlout said, which was followed by a sniff from Fishlegs. "Double Ew."

"Well, how are we going to find it now?" Astrid wonders.

"Leave that to us," Clint said as he gestured to Natasha.

"S.H.I.E.L.D.'s best trackers in the business," Natasha said as she and Clint stepped forward and felt the ground around the pile.

"This way," Clint was the first to find something.

"How can you tell?" Snotlout wonders.

Clint then patted the ground. "Soft and warm. Something stood here for some time."

"And I think we can guess why," Wanda said gesturing to the droppings.

"Now, hopefully, a dragon this large doesn't move too fast," Natasha said as they followed the prints that Clint began to follow.

They followed as Clint followed after the tracks. They walked across the island as the tracks continued but there was a sudden stop.

Clint groaned as he sighed. "It must have taken to the air here."

Hiccup then gets an idea as he takes out a magnifying glass. "It's like a spyglass," Fishlegs said.

"But for looking at things close up." Hiccup said as he started to look at the ground. "This way."

"How do you know that?" Snotlout wonders.

Hiccup shows a dragon scale that is on the ground since he and the crew know more about dragons than they do. "Dragon scale. Let's move."

They followed the trail of dragon scales that then followed them to the ledge as the sun began to rise. As they looked out, there was nothing to see as the sun blocked out their sight. Stark closed the mask around his face, blocking out the light as Hiccup took out the glasses from earlier.

"Nothing? How can there still be nothing?" Snotlout asks.

"No, not nothing. Look closer." Hiccup said, handing the glasses to Snotlout.

Snotlout looked through the glasses and was shocked when he saw there was indeed a Buffalord. "A Buffalord. Alive!" He moved the glasses, causing him to wince. "Ow!"

Hiccup stepped forward and tried to approach the dragon. "You guys distract it, and I'll get its saliva."

"Be careful, Hiccup. We know nothing about this dragon." Fishlegs warned him.

"Agreed. But we need to make this quick. We're running out of time." Hiccup stated.

Everyone began to slowly approach the dragon to try and distract it. Steve approached with his shield raised to block it off with Peter and Natasha to his left and right. As they approached, everyone snuck up behind them and followed. The Buffalord looked over towards them, letting out a yawn, causing them to scream and run, leaving Natasha, Steve, and Peter.

"Retreat!"

"Okay..." Peter muttered.

"Nat?" Steve called out to her.

Natasha then used her Widow Bites and shot out a sedative that latched onto the Buffalord skin. They injected the sedative, and they weren't sure if that did anything as they saw the Buffalord didn't react to the sedative.

"Odd..." Steve said.

Hiccup just sneaked up over to the Buffalord against it, noticing that the dragon wasn't reacting to his presence. "Okay. Easy..." He approached and raised a cup underneath the mouth of the Buffalord to try and get some of the salivae. "Finally. We got it!"

"That was easy," Stark said.

Hiccup then jumped on top of Toothless. "Now, let's go." He then looked down at the cup and was shocked. "What the... It dried up!"

"You had to open your mouth, Stark?" Wanda groaned.

"Sorry," Stark said.

"What do we do now, Hiccup?" Astrid wonders.

"We rope him and take him back to Dragon's Edge. It shouldn't be too hard, right?" Hiccup asks.

"Now you jinxed us twice," Clint stated.

Everyone began to help wrapping the Buffalord up so they could take it back to the Edge. Wanda did have the capability to levitate it, but the heavier the object the harder it became and the more mental work it took to do so. So, using the ropes and devices they brought along with them was all they could do.

"It's remarkably docile for a dragon of its size. Almost yak-like." Fishlegs commented.

Snotlout laughed. "No wonder it was so easily hunted. You gotta toughen up there, Buff."

Ruffnut cooed at the creature. "Aww, he's kind of cute."

"Hiccup, can we keep him?" Tuffnut wonders. "I promise I'll walk him and feed him and stuff. We already know his poop doesn't smell. And he doesn't even act like it. Not like Ruffnut who acts like her poop doesn't smell."

"Right now, we need to focus on getting him back to Heather," Astrid told them.

Everyone got on their dragons and began to take off, the ropes running out and pulling on the Buffalord.

"Come on, big guy. Come on!" Peter demands the creature.

The Buffalord did begin to fly off, making its way upward to follow after them. But just as they began to leave the island, they saw something beginning to change with the dragon. It snorted smoke, its entire back puffed like a pufferfish with spikes.

"Guys? I think something's up with the Buff." Snotlout said.

The Buffalord becomes aggressive and tries to kill the riders. The spikes began to shoot off of the dragon, causing everyone to either work on evasive or defensive. Steve raised his shield to block off the spikes, Stark used his thrusters to fly and avoid the spikes. Wanda created a barrier to block it off just when the Buffalord shot out fire from its mouth, spinning around and breaking free of the ropes.

"No! We need to stay with it." Hiccup said. "We have to get it back to the Edge."

"I'm working on staying alive!" Stark stated as he flew around to dodge the attack.

"I knew I shouldn't have told him to toughen up," Snotlout proclaimed. "Me and my big mouth."

The Buffalord continued to strike against the Riders and Avengers before the creature then flew down and calmed down immediately as it landed back on the island and began to eat like nothing happened. Everyone flew and landed to begin to relax.

"Okay. What's that all about?" Snotlout asks.

"Yeah, that was all kinds of weird," Peter commented.

"He appears to be fine, so long as he's on his island," Fishlegs said.

"Great. This guy is territorial," Astrid said with a sigh. "So, now what?"

"If we can't take the Buffalord to Heather..."

"Bring Heather to the Buffalord. I'm on it." Stark said as he quickly flew off at top speeds, flying back to the Edge.

By the time the sun began to set once again, Stark was beginning to return with Windshear carrying Heather. Stark was holding her against the dragon as they made their way back, which is why it took them so long. He didn't even notice Agatha was there since he was in and out as quickly as he could, and Agatha kept herself hidden. Heather moaned as Stark slipped down and passed her along to Peter who was stronger than the rest of them (aside from Steve).

"Hey, Heather," Peter greeted her with a sigh of relief.

"Peter?" Heather muttered in what sounded like she was surprised. "You're here..?"

"Yeah, I'm here," Peter promised as he laid her against a rock. "Just rest. Keep your strength. We're gonna beat this. I promise you. You just have to keep fighting and hold on." He then caressed her cheek to move the hair out of her face, which was ruffled due to the lack of care she had given it for the last two days. "You need to stay with us. I can't lose someone else I love..."

Hiccup saw Peter was comforting Heather and quickly approached the Buffalord once again ." Alright, we need to move quickly." He then placed the cup under the dragon and collected some of the salivae before running toward Peter. "Here."

Peter took the cup and began to use it to pour it into Heathre's mouth. "Here you go." He watched as nothing happened and Heather turned her head to cough. " Nothing's happening."

"Maybe it takes some time for the antidote to work." Stark shrugged. "Maybe-"

Heather coughed more violently than before.

"No, something's wrong." Peter started. "I've seen this before. This is getting worse, not better! Fishlegs?!"

"It says the green solution will cure the Scourge. "Green Solution." "Cure." That's all it says." Fishlegs stated, looking over the notes again.

Hiccup then realized the problem. "But the Buffalord's saliva is clear. What does it mean "green solution"?"

They then heard someone munching causing them to look over and see that it was the twins were eating the blades of grass the Buffalord was eating earlier.

"How can you two muttonheads eat at a time like this?!" Astrid questions them.

Ruffnut munched on the grass as she answered. "Hey, people deal with stress differently, okay?"

Tuffnut was doing the same. "And we're eating what the Buffalord eats, because, hey, who doesn't want sweet-smelling droppings?

"It's a victimless crime." Ruffnut shrugged.

"Wait, Hiccup..." Fishlegs noticed that the twins' saliva was beginning to become green from eating the blades of grass.

"The herbs." Hiccup was beginning to understand. "It must be what the Buffalord eats, mixed with the saliva that creates the antidote."

"Which would stand to reason why it won't leave this place." Fishlegs guessed. "It can't be away from the herbs it eats."

"So, we just need it to eat the herbs to create the green solution." Stark was following.

"Look at that, the genius understood," Clint said with a scoff.

"Hang in there, Heather," Peter said as he caressed her cheek. "Just a little longer. Please. For me."

Snotlout then began to move the Buffalord by having it follow after him. "Come on, Big Buff. You worked up a healthy appetite trying to kill us earlier. So eat! Eat!"

The Buffalord got to work and began to eat. The saliva began to turn green.

"Come on. Keep going. Eat it up." Hiccup said as he went to take another sample.

Before Hiccup could gather the elusive cure, a sudden rustle resonated through the air, drawing everyone's attention skyward. From the clouds descended a massive net, cascading downwards like an ominous shadow and ensnaring the majestic Buffalord dragon. In an instant, the Avengers sprang into action, their instincts kicking in as they frantically tried to shoot the net down. But as they worked, a volley of nets rained down around them, many crackling with electric energy. One such net descended upon Stark, enveloping him with a jarring thud. An agonized scream escaped him as the circuitry of his suit began to malfunction, sending sparks flying. With a groan of frustration, Stark felt himself plummet, the suit's systems frantically attempting to reboot as he fought against the chaos within.

Meanwhile, Clint darted into action, losing a barrage of arrows toward the incoming nets with pinpoint accuracy. But just as he found his rhythm, a colossal shockwave erupted, violently tossing both him and Natasha off their feet. They crashed against the rugged mountainside, the impact forcing a pained groan from their lips. As they struggled to regain their composure, they glanced up to find the source of the disturbance: Shocker, his grin wide with malevolence, was preparing to unleash another assault, his arm cannons aimed directly at them. Though they were uninjured, the force of the shockwave had left them winded, their breaths coming in ragged gasps.

"Don't… move," Shocker warned menacingly, his voice dripping with malice as he tightened his grip on the triggers.

Peter swiftly flipped through the air, narrowly avoiding a series of nets crackling with ominous electrical energy that shimmered in the dim light. He landed beside Heather, his primary concern being her safety, as she lay weakened and too ill to move. Just as he settled next to her, a fierce rush of air thundered past; it was Whirlwind, unleashing a powerful gust that violently shoved Peter backward. He struggled against the onslaught, every muscle straining as he fought to prevent both himself and the ailing Heather from being swept away into the chaos.

Wanda used her Chaos Magik to fight against the nets, but while she was distracted, Beetle came flying in with his advanced weaponry and quickly shot out a blast of sonic vibrations which then began to cause Wanda to cry as she clutched her ears from the pain and fell to her knees.

"How did they find us?!" Peter cried out, fear lacing his voice as panic surged through him.

Then they watched as a swarm of Dragon Hunters with Viggo and M.O.D.O.K. marching towards them. They all carried dozens of advanced weapons that were not of their time, likely due to A.I.M.s tampering with time.

"Viggo!" Hiccup snarled.

"M.O.D.O.K.!" Steve cried as he raised his shield.

"Whoa, that's a really big head," Tuffnut commented on M.O.D.O.K.

"Oh, great, the bad guys are teaming up!" Peter knew this was a possibility, but seeing it was a whole lot worse.

"Hello, Hiccup," Viggo said. "Thank you so very much for this gift." He said, gesturing towards the Buffalord. "I do apologize that you won't be able to use it to save your little friend."

Fishlegs was confused about how this was possible. "But how? There's no trace of this island anywhere. How did he find it?"

Stark groaned as then he looked down at the ARC reactor on his chest. "My ARC reactor." He realized how they were tracked. "M.O.D.O.K. always had difficulty tracking it in the future because of all of the tech."

"But here in the past, it's the most advanced thing in the world," Natasha groaned as she sat up, rubbing her head. "Easier to track."

"Viggo, release that dragon." Hiccup demanded, seeing he couldn't risk a fight with everyone surrounded by enemies. "You have no idea what you're doing."

"Oh, I beg to differ, my dear Hiccup. I'm keenly aware of my actions." Viggo stated as they placed the Buffalord on top of a cart to transport it. "This dragon is exceedingly unique. It will elicit a considerable bounty on the open market." He didn't notice how Anthony Masters approached the dragon and injected it with a needle to draw some blood. "You should have left well enough alone, Hiccup. My fishing boat was no place for you or any of your Riders."

"Your fishing boat?!" Hiccup asked in shock.

"Oh, don't sound too surprised," M.O.D.O.K. proclaimed as he spun around the dragon. "After all, how else do you revive a dead disease?"

"You!?" Stark asked in shock. "That's low, George, even for you!"

"It's M.O.D.O.K.!" M.O.D.O.K. proclaimed in anger. "George is dead to me!"

"Move him!" Viggo demanded his men. "It's simple really. Supply and demand. I knew where to get the supply if only I could generate the demand."

Fishlegs looked over towards Heather who Peter was keeping safe while Whirlwind was standing prepared to fight. "You're a monster!"

"Fishlegs, I'm shocked," Viggo said in shock. "I'd have thought you were above name-calling. "Monster"? No. "Savvy businessmen"? Indeed."

"I wanna punch that guy," Clint groaned.

"Is it weird to me that he sounds like Ock?" Peter asked them.

"Huh..." Stark could hear it.

"And what if the dragon was extinct?" Peter asked in anger.

"I tend not to dwell on the "what-ifs," my dear boy," Viggo said. "Leaves you barren."

Stark looked over towards Whirlwind and Shocker and saw his suit was beginning to reboot. He grew a smirk as he then quickly aimed two rockets, firing them off and striking both of them at once. The blast sent the two of them flying whilst Clint got back up and fired an arrow towards Beetle, the armored foe being flung backward and the team gathering themselves to fight back.

Everyone else got on their dragons and they prepared to fight back, taking to the skies and prepared to fight. But that was when Ryker drew a laser sword that then was placed against the neck of the Buffalord.

"I would think twice about your actions," Viggo warned them.

"And your profits?" Hiccup asks.

"Like I said, business is business. This? Oh, it's a loss I'm willing to incur. The question is, are you?" Viggo asked, gesturing to Heather.

Hiccup looked between them and knew that they were at a loss. But then he realized something...

"Okay, Viggo. Okay, you win. Take him." Hiccup finally decided to agree. "Take the dragon. But leave us with what we came for, the Scourge antidote. Buffalord Saliva. I'm not leaving here without it. That's a loss I'm not willing to take."

"Do we have a deal? Or are both leaving here empty-handed? Your call." Hiccup dared, gesturing to the others who were willing to fight back.

Viggo saw that as a worthy trade and allowed Hiccup to approach. "I've truly missed our time together, Hiccup. My brother leaves something to be desired in the repartee department. And these new friends of ours, they are extraordinary, aren't they?"

Hiccup looked back towards Viggo with a snarled look on his face.

"My boy, don't look so morose," Viggo said. "It takes all the fun out of it. All's well that ends well. Hmm?"

Hiccup brings the Antidote to Peter who is still holding Heather and begins to feed it to her. She moaned at the taste, which must mean she was beginning to come around.

"I know. I know. Just drink." Peter begged.

"I think... I think..." Heather moaned as she began to regain her strength.

Heather gets up and is caught by Peter as he watches her begin to regain her strength. Peter sighed in relief as he saw she was okay and allowed her to walk away as she hugged Windshear.

"I'm afraid our time must end, Hiccup. We will continue our contest in due time." Viggo said as he began to leave.

"So, this is how it goes, M.O.D.O.K.?" Steve asked. "Working on Dragon Hunting now?"

"All will make sense in due time, Avengers," M.O.D.O.K. snarled as he and the others marched off.

"Ugh, they damaged my gloves," Shcoker said in anger.

"Like you can't get them fixed," Taskmaster mocked as they left.

"He won't get far," Stark stated in anger. "I say we go after him."

"Yeah, I'm sick of that smug-"

"No. Stand down." Hiccup tells them. "We agreed to let him leave the island with that dragon. And that's exactly what we're gonna do."

"Really?" Clint asks. "We aren't even going to try?"

Steve however saw the smug smile on Hiccup's face. "Wait a minute..."

Natasha was next to catch on. "Oh, now I see..."

Viggo watched the island, expecting them to come after them. "A bit disappointing. Then again, he is a man of his word. Something to admire about that."

As they began to leave the island, the Buffalord immediately began to react and puff its way out of the cage. Everyone was shocked to see what was happening, trying to sedate the dragon using the A.I.M. tech, but the dragon just absorbed it like nothing happened.

"What's it doing?"

Viggo began to fall as the entire ship began to take water. "Hiccup! Release it. Release the beast!"

Taskmaster quickly raced ahead as he used his laser blade to slice through the chains keeping the dragon down. The Buffalord then blasted off, leaving a trail of fire as it made its way back to the island. The Buffalord then landed right where it left and went back to eating.

"Oh, that makes sense," Tony said. "Can't believe I didn't think about that. Might have taken too many volts to the head."

Hiccup walked over and patted the dragon, leaving it to rest. "Well, that leaves just one thing to do."

At night, Heather gives the people in the fishing boat a Viking funeral. "There do I see my father, my mother, and my brothers and my sisters. They bid me take my place among them in the halls of Valhalla... where the brave shall live forever."

Stark was persistent in using his own methods as he used rockets to blast the boat to ensure that there was nothing left for M.O.D.O.K. to use to trick them. Flying back to the Edge, Heather sighed as she then approached her hut where she saw Peter was sitting outside.

"Hey," Heather greeted him.

"Oh, hey," Peter greeted. "Are you okay?"

"Better," Heather said with relief. "Still... can't believe that those guys are your enemies. You fight them on a daily basis?"

"More weekly," Peter shrugged with a laugh. "You haven't even seen any of the heavy hitters. Kingpin. Rhino. Juggernaut. Ugh! Jackal!"

"Well... I just wanted to say thanks," Heather told him. "You saved my life twice today."

"I wasn't going to lose someone if I could stop it," Peter promised her.

Heather smiled as she then leaned over and gave him a peck on the cheek. "A reward for my hero."

Peter remained silent, his face a deep crimson as Heather rose from the edge, a shy smile lingering on her lips as she turned and glided into her hut. The charged atmosphere around them seemed to thicken, both of them acutely aware of the kiss that had just transpired.

Clint, unable to resist the moment, broke the silence with a teasing smirk. "Well, that was amusing," he said, his eyes gleaming with mischief, causing Peter to flinch slightly. "Seeing the hero go as red as his suit."

"Shut up, Clint," Peter retorted with an exasperated sigh, desperately trying to redirect his focus. "Where is everyone?"

Clint gestured toward the nearby hut, his tone shifting to something more serious. "They're inside, and you might want to come take a look at this."

As Peter stepped inside, he found the others huddled close together, their faces illuminated by the flickering glow of Stark's projection. They were intently watching replayed footage that Stark had recorded during the frantic battle. The image zoomed in on Taskmaster, who stood near the imposing figure of the Buffalord, his actions precise and methodical.

The tension in the room escalated as the footage accelerated, revealing Taskmaster deftly injecting a needle into the Buffalord's side, the bright liquid glistening as it was drawn into the syringe. Peter's heart raced, the earlier blush from the kiss now overshadowed by the troubling implications of what they were witnessing.

"So, that's what M.O.D.O.K. is doing," Steve said.

"He is only helping them get dragons so they can gain their blood." Natasha agreed.

"But why?" Wanda wonders. "What is simple blood going to do for them?"

"In this time? Nothing," Stark stated. "But if they return to the present with all of this blood of extient creatures..."

"They could use the Jackal's tech that they used to create my siblings and gain an army of dragons under their control," Peter said in shock and horror. "And without humanity within these creatures like my siblings..."

"This mission just got a whole new level of bad..." Clint said in terror. "Didn't it?"

"We can't let A.I.M. take any dragon samples back to the future," Steve stated as he stood tall. "We need to be ready. For anything."

Astrid was walking when she spotted Hiccup staring off into the sky. "What are you thinking about?"

"This might be just the beginning." Hiccup said.

"Of what?" Astrid wonders.

"Something Viggo said about knowing where the "supply" was. You don't think he could have unlocked the Dragon Eye, do you?" Hiccup wonders.

"How? He doesn't have a Snow Wraith key." Astrid reminds him.

"Yeah, but now he has access to people with science and technology like they have," Hiccup said, gesturing off toward the Avengers. "Maybe they found a workaround. And if he did... things could get a lot worse with their new friends."