Narrator's POV

"Slow down Peter, you'll choke." Tony told Peter as he watched the teen eat his breakfast desperately.

"He will choke." Stephen said, taking a sip of a mug he held in his left hand and reading the news paper. It contained warm tea.

And what the doctor said, came true. Peter choked, and let out a loud cough. Peter looked up at Stephen.

"I forgot you can do that." He said, getting up from his seat. "Anyway, I really need to get going." He said.

"What's the hurry Peter?" Asked Stephen, waving his hand. Peter's chair pushed itself in, causing Peter to sit down again.

"Well, I invited Ned over." He said, smiling nervously.

"Oh." Tony and Stephen looked at each other. "A guest then."

"You're having a sleepover?" Tony asked.

"No." Peter grew red. "It's an organized day where Ned is spending the night here to watch a Star Wars marathon." Peter mumbled. Tony and Stephen kept their eyes fixed on him.

"So I a sleepover?" Tony repeated.

"Sort of, but for big kids." Peter said. "If that's okay with you two." He looked at them.

"Okay?" Stephen smiled. "Okay? Peter, it's definitely okay." Peter smiled. "We might need to get some things cleaned up though. The Sanctum isn't exactly the safest place for a sleepover." Stephen said looking around.

"Yeah, you might want to put a label on the bathroom door. That way he won't end up right at Dormammu's doorstep." Tony grew chills. "Worst 2 minutes of my life." He said.

"Huh?" Peter looked at Tony.

"Okay." Stephen took him by the shoulders and put him aside. "You go ahead and call your friend now, Tony and I will get things cleaned up." He said, walking away with Tony. "Don't give him any ideas." He whispered in Tony's ear.

"His face, it was so wrinkly." Tony said. "Like a Ruffles chip."

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"Wow Peter. You didn't tell me you house was this big." Ned said looking at the size of the house. He had dropped his bag in amazement.

"Yeah, but it looks really old. I think a splash of color wouldn't hurt it. Some technology too." He said walking up the stairs. Ned caught up to him.

"But it's cool. Almost like a haunted house." Ned said behind him.

"Yeah, but Mr. Stark's house talks." They walked into Peter's room. It was a lot more retro and modern than the rest of the house. He jumped on his bed and grabbed his Star Wars "Y Wing Pilot" helmet and placed it on his head. "Are you ready to watch 22 hours and 30 minutes of laser shooting, bucket head, bad aim, flying TIE fighter, light saber zooming, plus another ten minutes of specials, sci-fi action?" He asked.

Ned reached into his bag and took out a blaster pistol, identical to Han Solo's. "I was born ready."

///0///0

"You think you could tell them to lower the volume?" Asked Stephen as he got into bed.

"Let them be. They're teens." Tony joined him. They both turned on their side, facing each other. "You remember being a teenager, don't you Stephen?"

"No. Spent too much time studying to reach my dream." He said looking into Tony's eyes. "Never thought my dream involved becoming the guardian of a magical cult." He joked.

Tony caressed his face. "Stupid wizard." He kissed Stephen's forehead. They held each other close, closing their eyes.

"I wish I could stay like this with you forever." Stephen smiled.

There was a ripping noise, and Tony had a smirk on his face. Stephen's eyes shot open and rolled over to Tony.

///0///0

"It's a trap!"

"He said it!" Ned and Peter squealed, looking at each other.

There were food wrappers all over the room. Half drank soda cans on the floor, on the night stand, everywhere. Popcorn all over the floor and Peter's bed. Twinkie boxes and other sweet treats laid everywhere. It was already 1:40 am, and they still had many more hours to go before they finished their marathon.

"I need to take a wiz." Ned said and put the popcorn bowl he had in his lap on the bed.

"Yeah, yeah." Peter said. His eyes were glued to the screen, absorbing every second of the film; too busy to realize what his friend had just said.

Ned walked out of the room and into the hall. The hallway was long and dimly lit by candles. He began to walk down the hallway. There were doors everywhere, each one identical to each other; he wasn't sure which one was to the bathroom. "Uh..." he closed his eyes and stuck a hand out, spun and stopped. Whatever door his hand was pointing to, he'd open.

His hand pointed at one of the many identical doors and opened it.

His eyes opened in amazement.

///0///0

"Hey Ned, could you hand me another Sprite?" Peter asked, extending his awaiting Sprite arm. His eyes were still glued to the screen. "Dude." He turned to see an empty spot next to him. He blinked a few times and sat there for a few short seconds. He took in a deep breath and let it out. "Gosh darn it. Ned!" He jumped out of his bed and raced for the door. He faced the long hallway now, Ned was nowhere in sight. "Oh god." Peter began to walk down the hall. "He could've taken any of these. He could be in danger, or hurt, or even worse! In an alternate universe with another best friend Peter!" He drew his hands to his mouth, gasping. "He would never...would he?" He stood in silence for a few seconds. "I'm coming Ned!" He opened a door.

A black hole revealed itself. "Whoa!" Peter yelped as he was almost sucked in, he was holding onto the door, his legs dangling into the black hole. "Ahh!" He screamed. He was soon rescued by a floating relic. The door was shut. And Peter sighed in relief. "Thanks Levi." Levi rested on Peter's shoulders. "Alright. Let's look for Ned." He said, crackling his fingers. "Ow, ow."

He began his search through the house...

"Ned?" He opened a door. In it was a battle of planets. "Nope." He closed it. He opened another. "Ned? Ned? Ned? Ned? Ned?...." There were thousands of reflections of him and their voices echoed. He closed it. He reached for another. "N-AH!" There was the honk of a car horn, but it was a bus. He closed the door quickly. Then he opened another. "Ned?" He only saw his butt. "Wait what?" He turned around, nothing. He stuck his hand in the room, and looked behind him. It was right there, behind him. "Whoa, cool." He waved at himself. "Boring." He moved onto the next door. "Whoa." He had opened the door to the dark dimension. He stared at it for a while. "Wait, wait. Remember what Mr. Stark said. Wrinkly Ruffles chip-whoa..." He stared in amazement when he saw Dr. Strange floating toward a large black cloud, revealing the wrinkly Ruffles chip faced being. Dr. Strange landed softly. He observed.

"Dormammu. I've come to bargain."

Peter snorted. "Pfft." He couldn't hold himself. He burst into laughter. "He said it!" He laughed. Strange and Dormammu stared at him. "Oh, my bad." He closed the door. "Levi, I don't get it. We've gone through almost every door. Where could he be?" Peter leaned against the wall and slid down to the floor.

Then there was the sound of a door opening. He quickly turned to the door that had opened, light eliminated the surrounding area around the door. Peter stood up in defense. "Get ready Levi. Anything could come through that door." They awaited their opponent.

"Ah." Ned stepped out.

"Ned?" Peter looked at him. "Ned!" Ned turned to him, looking at Peter.

"Hey dude." He said. Peter approached him.

"Where have you been? I've been looking around for you. Do you know how many doors I went through? How many times I almost died? How many times I walked into ballet recitals wearing pink tights and silky pink shoes?" Peter asked.

"I was just in the bathroom. It's really big-wait, silky pink shoes?" Ned asked.

"Ballet shoes." Peter said.

"Were they comfortable?" His friend asked.

"Ned I-" Peter thought about it. "Yeah. Yeah, they were pretty comfortable actually."

"Hey, I want comfortable pink ballet shoes." Ned whined.

"You can get them in that door." Peter pointed at the door.

"Sweet dude." He began to walk to it. "Come on Peter. Don't you wanna ruin some ballet recitals?" He said looking back at Peter with mischievous smile.

"God yes." He ran over to his friend. "Hey, next we should stop to laugh at Dr. Strange greeting Dormammu." He laughed.

"If you say so dude." Ned answered.

///0///0

"Stephen." Tony's voice filled the air.

Stephen tried to hard to open his eyes. "Mm, Tony?" He asked, more than halfway asleep.

"Stephen wake up."

"Hm. What? What time is it?" He asked, blinking a few times. His eyes finally opened enough to see Tony on top of him with his face in his face.

"Stephen get up." Tony said.

Stephen yawned and sat up. He rubbed his eyes and adjusted his vision. He sat on the edge of the bed and put on his slippers, wrapping himself up in a red bathrobe. He walked over to the door and reached for the doorknob. He opened it. "What do you want for breakfa- Wow. When did we move to Amazon?" He asked, staring into a forest. Birds chirped everywhere, a river roared near by, and green trees and plants flourished everywhere. He closed the door and waved his hand across his chest lazily. He opened it again, this time it revealed the hallway they were used to.

He walked out into the hall, and turned in the direction of Peter's room. His door was wide opened, but the two teens that were suppose to be in it were passed out in the hallway. They were a mess. Their clothes was covered in mud, there were rose petals everywhere, toast with jam spread all over the floor. They both had ballet shoes on. Ned had a tiara sitting on his head. Peter was holding a basketball in his arms. Levi had been pinned onto the wall with thumbtacks with mysterious green stains all over his red fabric. Levi was trying his best to pull himself off the wall.

"Oh cloak what have you done to you?" Stephen walked over to Levi and released him. Levi pointed at Peter and Ned with one of his bottom edges. Then he violently began to swing and flap. He was angry. "I know, I know." Levi threw the green stains off of his fabric and splashed the two teens with them.

"Urgh." Peter groaned as he felt liquid splash on him. He wasn't fully awake, nor knew his two guardians were standing in front of him. He squinted and blinked. "What time is it?" His voice was groggy.

"It's 8:30 in the morning young man."

Peter's eyes sprung opened, focusing on his guardians. He quickly got up. "Mr. Stark, Dr. Strange."

A door opened and someone came in.

"Wong?" Asked Stephen.

Wong went over to Ned, taking a book out from behind the teen, and hit him on the head with it.

"Ow." Ned groaned at his rude awakening.

"Keep your children under control Strange." He said, and walked back into the door he came from.

"You guys took books from Wong?" Stephen asked, looking at Peter.

"We didn't mean to." Ned got up suddenly. "We got carried away, that's all." Ned and Peter began to laugh, despite the fact that they were in trouble.

Stephen sighed. "It's alright. It's okay-"

"No Stephen. I'm putting the foot down." Tony said.

///0///0

"Bye Peter!" Ned waved at Peter, who was at the doorstep of the Sanctum with his two guardians.

"Bye!" Peter waved back. His two guardians waved along with him. "Okay, two weeks." Peter said quietly as they continued to wave at Ned, who was placing his stuff in the trunk of the cab.

"Not a chance. You turned the whole Sanctum into a jungle, and I almost got eaten by a group of baboons. I said you're grounded for a month, period." Tony told Peter, still waving.

"Dr. Strange, back me up here." Peter said.

"I would, but you did hurt the Cloak of Levitation. He wasn't very happy." Stephen also continued to wave.

Ned looked back at the family of three one last time and got in the cab, driving away. The three went back inside.

"This is going to be the most miserable month of my life." Peter groaned.