#like umm..ok maybe but they just have controlling parents in common

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The Nephilim & Cambion pt.3

Thank you all for the love on this series, it’s awesome!! 

part 1 / part 2 / Part 4

~Two weeks later~

“What even are these movies” Gabby said inspecting the dvd case critically. “There some of my old movies, I thought you and Jack could watch them, you obviously haven’t seen them and he…well he hasn’t seen a lot of movies” Sam explained to his daughter. “Understandable” she nodded along, arms crossed, glancing back at Jack who was looking at the movie cases with wonder. “I found a case and I’m going to see if Dean wants to go, just us two, you think you’ll be ok with Jack?” Sam asked. Gabby nodded, “yup, we’ll be good”. Sam smiled, ever since he explained what they did. Who and what Jack and her were, it made their relationship stronger. “Ok, well, I think there might be popcorn in the kitchen if you search a bit, but ya, stay safe” “Of course, you to” She smiled as Sam left the living room, to go convince his brother to go on the case.

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“Common, I’ll put up extra warding, Gabby will make sure Jack doesn’t get into anything, I mean if his powers whack out, she is probably the only one who could stop him, they’ll be fine” Sam talked to his brother, leaning on the kitchen counter as Dean made a PB & J sandwich. Dean nodded, but looked up at his brother, “you good with leaving them alone” Sam furrowed his eyebrows, “what do mean” “common man, the two of them alone, watchin’ movieess” Dean trailed off seeing that Sam was getting what he was implying. “Dude, please don’t, I’m not worried about that Jack isn’t..doesn’t.. he.. he.. he probably doesn’t even know what that is, so let’s not cross that bridge too early ok” “Ok” Dean shrugged. “Good, can we go” Dean nodded and the two headed out.

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I furrowed my eyebrows as the credits rolled on the movie my dad left for us to watch, “that was so weird” I spoke aloud. “Indeed, I found it strange as well” Jack said. “I think we should get some popcorn and watch a good movie” I turned to Jack from my position on the couch, “what do ya say?” He smiled, “that sounds nice, what movie?” I thought for a moment, then grabbed the laptop, “here, you haven’t seen like any of the classic movies, this is a list pick one off of it” I handed him the laptop. While he was picking what we were going to watch I went on a hunt for popcorn. It was shoved way back in a top cupboard, but I found it. Once I got back, Jack looked like he picked something. He looked up when he heard me enter, “Gabby” he smiled proudly, “I picked a movie” “Awesome” I sit down crossed legged on the couch and set the bowl of popcorn between us, “what you pick?” I asked, taking some popcorn and eating it. “Star Wars” He showed me the laptop. “Good choice” I laughed lightly.

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After Star Wars, Jack and I were cleaning up the popcorn and such in the kitchen. “Gabby, I have a question..about the movie” Jack spoke lightly, eyebrows creased as they always did when he was confused about something. “Ya, what is it?” I asked genuinely. “Han and Leia, they said they loved each other..what exactly is love, that kind of love…it confuses me” “oh well ahh” I stumbled, a bit taken aback by the question, “well there are different kinds of love” Jack looked at me, waiting for me to continue. “Umm, like you love your mom, that’s family love, I love my dad and uncle Dean cause their my family, then there romantic love, that’s what Han and Leia felt” Jack nodded seeming to understand, “how do you know?” “What?” I jolted. “How do you know it’s romantic love?” Jack asked, innocently. “umm there’s lot’s of signs I guess..I mean if you think their attractive, if you get nervous around them, butterflies in your stomach-“ “Butterflies?” Jack asked a bit shocked “Their not actual butterflies, it’s a feeling you get in your stomach sometimes, it’s like fluttering, that’s why its called butterflies in your stomach” “I see” Jack said looking down, moving his hand to rest on the counter but he didn’t see the beer bottle in the way. “Oh Jack” I tried to warn him, but his elbow hit the bottle, knocking it over. I focused and stopped it from hitting the floor, moving it back on the counter. “how did you do that?” Jack had that child like wonder again. I shrugged “i don’t know it’s just one of my powers”. “I can do it too, but I’m can’t control it like that” Jack said , he then whipped his head to look at me, “can you teach me?” “i..i..i can trrryyy” I answered,he than pulled me by hand gently towards the library where he explained that my dad told him to practice moving a pencil once. So thats what we tried to do.

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When Sam and Dean arrived back at the bunker, Jack and Gabby were still in the library. Jack was typing away on the laptop, while Gabby was reading an old book. They were sitting beside each other, and it was something both Sam and Dean noted in the back of their minds. Jack greets the brothers without looking up from the keyboard. Gabby does and she sees a man with her father and uncle, one that perfectly matched the description given to her a a certain angel that was very close with the Winchesters. Gabby stares at him and swats Jacks arm, making the boy look over and see the man he considered his father. “Hello Jack” Castiel spoke. “Castiel” Jack spoke astonished, getting up from his chair. “it’s me” Cas assured the young boy. “But how, we burned your body and what’s burned stays dead, how?” Jack asked. “That’s the question we’ve been asking” Dean says, arms crossed, “did you do something..did Gabby?” Dean asks. “I wanted him back” Jack answered, “i begged, but, is he here because of one of us” Jack half points back at Gabby who had stood from her chair. “We think maybe” Sam said. “Thank you Jack” Cas spoke, as Jack went closer and hugged the angel. “I missed you so much” Jack mumbled into Cas’ shoulder as they hugged. They pulled away and Cas asked how Jack was doing. “I am- oh” Jack interrupted himself, walking over the the table and using his powers to levitate the pencil, “I can move the pencil” he smiled proud then held is arm out in a presenting manner, “Gabby helped”. Cas now turned to the girl and smiled kindly, “It is nice to meet you Gabriella, your..father and uncle have told me all about you” using the new terms to address Sam and Dean was foreign to Castiel. “It’s nice to meet you too, I have heard all about you as well” Gabby answered kindly. “Oh! and Gabby and I found a case” Jack jumped topic again “a possible case..it.. it might be nothing” Gabby was still unsure when it came to the hunter stuff. “It’s zombies” Jack spoke, showing the evidence he found while expertly exploring the internet, after Gabby showed him the basics.

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Surprisingly Dean was the one that agreed to check out the case the kids found, Cas and Sam agreed in surprise that Dean was willing to give them such a chance. Now the group was entering the Stampede Hotel, adorned completely in everything cowboy. “this is it” Dean lead the group down the hallway to their room, “the wild bill suite” Dean said as he unlocked and pushed open the door. Dean immediately began to praise the room, geeking out on the various pictures of famous outlaws. “He really likes cowboys” Jack spoke still watching Dean “Ya..he does” Cas added as he to stood watching in mild confusion as Dean went about the room. “Ok, I say showers, steak dinner then we hit the cemetery in the morning” Dean suggests, everyone agrees. Dean then goes through saloon type doors and into the bedroom. Gabby stood holding her small bag looking around the room, their was so many people she didn’t really know where she would be sleeping. “Hey, Gabby” Sam gets his daughters attention, “The small couch is a pull out bed, that’s yours” “Ok” she smiles brightly up at him and goes over to the small couch adjacent to the larger couch. As Gabby was prepping her bed, she heard Cas and Jack talking. “you can have the couch..I don’t sleep much” Jack told Castiel, who countered with “You can have it.. I don’t sleep..at all”.

Hours passed, Jack and Castiel were still awake, sitting on the couch, with only one lamp and the laptop for light. As Gabby was asleep on the pullout couch, facing away from them. “Look” Jack suddenly spoke, turning the laptop to show Cas, “there is a hit on something, i’ll wake them” Jack stood from the couch ignoring Cas’ hushed protests, as he went into the bedroom and poked Dean’s arm. Dean jolted awake, gun pulled out from under his pillow and pointed at Jack. He was still half asleep, but he saw who it was and yawned lowering the gun, “who is making me coffee”

Now all the boys were awake, around the computer, Gabby was able to sleep through any sound that came from Dean being awaken. Sam was sitting looking at the hit they got, Jack and Castiel were standing between the two couches and Dean was hunched over with a cup of coffee on the foot of Gabby’s bed. Jack looked over the sleeping girl then at her father, “should we wake her?” “Umm ya she should get caught up” Sam nodded. “If I have to be awake so does everybody else” Dean grumbled, still angry from being woken up, he went to grab Gabby’s ankle and shake her awake, but Jack stopped him, “i’ll do it” The three men watched a bit dumbfounded as Jack quickly walked to the side of the bed and sat down gently placing a hand on Gabby’s shoulder, “Gabby wake up…wake up” Jack was gentle and Gabby slowly groaned and rose from her rest. “Jack” she mumbled, rubbing her eyes as she sat up. Jack smiled goofily, “we have a hit on the case” “Oh..ok” Gabby sat up and made more room for Jack to sit down beside her, which he did, then both of them looked expectantly at the parental figures to inform them. Dean looked at Sam, eyebrows raised, as to say ‘you remember what i said’ Sam noted it and began to speak, “Code 3, officer down, but this officer was covered in bite marks” “Zombie” Jack beamed “Or anything with teeth” Dean countered

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Sam, Jack and Gabby all went to the graveyard, while Cas and Dean went to talk to the police about the officer.

Jack and I followed my dad, we had new professional clothes on, to disguise ourselves as FBI. We were heading to the mortuary, having to go downstairs as we found no one upstairs. As we descend the stairs we see a woman she dressed in a retro style and she has headphones on, which explains why she didn’t hear us. We stand at the bottom of the stairs, trying to get her attention, which we do, but we end up scaring her. “sorry, we didn’t mean to scare you, there was no one upstairs” Dad spoke. “Ya it’s just me here” She sounds a little pissed that she was startled “And you are?” Dad asks. “Athena Lopez, undertaker” Dad nods, but to my left I see Jack beginning to wonder off. “I’m agent Elliot, this is agent Brooks and that agent Paxton” Sam’s words falter a bit when he sees Jack has wondered and is looking at some of Athena’s stuff that decorates the space. Athena looks to me, “you and him are FBI?” she points to Jack who is still doing his own thing. “Yes, top of their class” Dad said trying to cover for us, but I added to it “We’re still technically interns, but they bumped us up because of our scores” She nods, “well if you guys want to take a look at the grave, it’s taped off on the west plot”. We nod and leave to go take a look. As we are walking out to the grave, Jack has the EMF reader out. It was constantly going off every two seconds, seeing as we were in a graveyard. “Jack there is EMF everywhere, you can put that away” Dad chuckled slightly as Jack kept pointing out that there was ‘something there/here’. We found the gravesite and the coffin was out of the ground, sitting beside the empty grave. “The report said that rats damaged the coffin” Jack pointed out as Dad inspected the coffin, lifting a piece to reveal a giant whole. “Some big rats then” I mumbled face contorted in reaction to the broken coffin. “Here goes nothing” I hear Dad say to himself before jumping into the grave. Jack and I watch as he pulls back at some loose dirt, revealing some kind of hole. I cringe thinking it will turn out like a horror movie when he reaches in. Nothing pulls him in thank god, but he pulls out a bone, and it looked like it had teeth marks on it.

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We regrouped back at the hotel with Cas and Dean to talk about what we found. From what we have gathered it’s a ghoul, they feed on the dead and can take the form of those who they feed on. I’m still new to this so it gives me the chills every time I learn of a new monster. After some debate about who it could be and some traveling back to mortuary we discovered the ghoul is Athena’s boyfriend and he is taken the form of a legendary outlaw, Dave Mather. It was kinda a wild goose chase, we went to the mortuary first, Dad and Uncle Dean went in and tried to get him but Athena told them that Dave went to the bank, so now er are headed there. Before we exit the car Uncle Dean turns to the backseat, “Gabby I want you and Jack to stay close to Cas alright, Cas make sure they don’t get hurt”. Can, Jack and I stood near the side of the building, Dad was crouched behind a car and Dean stood out front, waiting for Dave to come out. There’s a little standoff when he does, Uncle Dean trying to convince him to just let it out and come with us, quick and quiet. That does not work, so Dad nods towards us, letting us know were gonna try and intimidate Dave into giving himself up. “Well, two hunters!” Dave exclaims seeing Dad, “oh wait! it must be my birthday, 5 hunters” he exclaims, gun still ready in hand. Then the shots start, guess the ghoul really is taking on the role of Dave, a good -well not so good- texas shoot out. I scream and duck as shoots fire all around the small parking lot. I feel arms wrap around me and pull me down to get better cover.   When I look up I see Jack, arms still protectively around me. A shot wings right above my head and a jump, hands clinging to Jack’s jacket. “I can stop him” Jack says confidently, “What Jack” he let’s me go but I try to hold him back, “no!”. He turns the corner and I stand as well, Cas pulls me behind him as Jack takes a few rounds right in his chest. I gasp in horror, but he’s fine, and he keeps moving. Jack uses his powers, sending Dave and the bank guard who picked the wrong moment to come out to the parking lot. I watched shocked as the guard is sent into a metal pole, I saw his head snap off it, and was bleeding before he hit the ground. Everyone is too him in a second and Jack feels horrible. “Save him, I didn’t mean to” Jack says sadly and frantically. “I can’t” Cas is glum in his statement. “Why?” Jack is desperate. “Cause he’s dead” My dad was kneeled down, he had just checked the guards pulse.

Jack wasn’t talking, he didn’t talk when we finished the case, he didn’t talk the ride back to the hotel, and here he was sitting on the couch beside me and he still wasn’t talking. The adults were off on the other side of the room, they were talking about Jack. Hearing it was making me feel bad for him, I could only imagine how it was making him feel, how he already felt. I slide across the couch and was about to try and comfort him in anyway I could but uncle Dean’s voice stopped me. 

“Gabby” they had finished talking, “jack” his voice changed when he said Jack’s name, “you guys, Cas and Sam are gonna head back to the bunker, while I finish up here, too uhh pack your stuff” 

I nod, looking over my shoulder at Jack, who was still looking at a fixed spot on the ground and went to pack. I knew it wasn’t much, but I packed up Jack’s few things as well. I didn’t know what else to do. 

The car ride was the same, possibly worse. 

“Jack, what happened” Cas spoke, breaking the thick silence, “i’ve killed people before too, people I was close with, that doesn’t change who you are” Jack still said nothing, he was just staring out the window, the only way I knew he was hearing them was his jaw was clenching. “I have killed people, me and Dean, it was a mistake Jack-“ dad tried to comfort him too, but Jack broke, “STOP, just stop”. I met my dad’s eyes through the rearview mirror, my eyes were hazy. I didn’t like seeing Jack being so hard on himself..because I used to do the same thing. I unbuckled my seatbelt, Jack needed to hear it from someone who had struggled like him, I didn’t care if my dad and Cas heard. I slide across the leather seats and took Jack’s hand, looking at my feet. “Jack, I know you don’t want comfort or to be told it was just a mistake..an accident..but you need to know that” I shook my head, trying to pull in tears, “that at least you have us, you have Castiel, Sam and Dean..me.. I had no one when I couldn’t control my powers” I was crying now and i knew everyone was listening. “I had no one to tell me it was an accident, no one I could tell that every person that got hurt was my fault, but that I didn’t mean too..cause they wouldn’t have understood…the Hupp family was loving and caring, but if they found out what I could do or the things I have done..they would have locked me in the basement and tried to exorcise me” I felt Jack’s hand gripping mine tightly, “I hurt people too Jack, they were accident’s…but I didn’t know that then…” I looked at him in the eyes, tears streaming down my face, “but I’m gonna make sure you know that what happened today, it was and accident Jack, you are good”. I looked back down unable to bring myself to meet anyone’s gaze. When I felt a thumb wiping my cheek I looked up at Jack as he wiped my tears away, “I don’t like seeing you cry” he whispered. I sniffed and placed my head on his shoulder, burying my face in his jacket, refusing to open my eyes. I fell asleep like that.

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Back at the bunker things had calmed down, I knew Jack still felt horrible, but I hoped he would take my words to heart. Something about being around Jack made me feel better..normal. Dean was back, I almost didn’t hear him come back in the bunker. I was avoiding my dad, I knew I would have to talk to him about what I mentioned in the car, I would ..at some point. “did you take care of it?” Dad asked Dean as he came down the main stairs. “Ya” Uncle Dean nodded curtly, “it’s done” “done?” Jack came out of the shadows where he had been mourning, “I killed him…did he have a family?” “Jack don’t do that to yourself” Cas shook his head “No, did he?” Jack insisted. “Yes” Dean nodded, not bullshitting with the kid. “I’m a monster” Jack cringed at himself, his actions. “You are not a monster” Cas spoke firmly, everyone shaking their heads that he was not. “No I am, every time I try to do something people get hurt, I know I can make the world a better place, but if I stay i’ll hurt you all and your my family…I can’t - your all I have…I have to go”

Everyone protested, but I was the loudest, “Jack no” I was beside him, he turned to me, he looked like he was going to cry. “I’m sorry Gabby-“ “NO” I yelled, “no, don’t, you don’t have to, remember what I told you please” I sobbed “please don’t go” He shook his head, “I need to” Then with a wave of his hand he sent the guys flying backwards to stop them from stopping him. I blocked it with my arms, but when I lowered them he was gone.

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Witch Way Is Right? Part 9

A/N: Ok so after being done with this, I realize I made this a lot longer than I intended… If you guys want to be added to the taglist then send me an ask… Hope you guys like this one… The reader’s relationship grows with Steve Rogers, Scott Lang and… Spider-Man?! Enjoy!

Summary: (Y/N) is a male witch and also comes from a family of witches. When (Y/N) is backed up in a corner by his brother, who chose the dark path, he is forced to choose his own fate, choosing the light path. This causes an Ecliptic War between Light and Dark Witches. During this war, an eclipse (both solar and lunar) is happening, and won’t end until one brother is left standing. With the help of the Avengers and other helpful heroes, will (Y/N) be able to defeat his brother, or will the world be forever secluded in darkness?

Subject: Avengers x Male!Reader/Steve Rogers x Male!Reader

Characters: Avengers, Y/N, Mom OC, Dad OC, Peter Parker, Scott Lang/Ant-Man (since he’s not really an Avenger)

Warnings: Cursing, Underage drinking

Tags: @thegreatficmaster @avengersohyeah @lzzywinchester @uselessace @writeyouin

Word Count: 3,250+ words

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Reader’s POV:

If I had to describe myself, partier would not be a word I’d use. To be frank, I’ve never really been to an actual party before. And no, its not because I never got invited to one. In fact, I DID get invited to one of Flash Thompson’s house parties before all this. It was cool, but would’ve been better if Spider-Man stopped by like Peter said he would, which I guess would’ve been hard for him to do considering what I know now.

This party, however, was a bit different than that. There’s still a sick DJ, except no one has to be sneaky with the alcohol because we’re all adults here. The music is a lot better. It’s like modern music with a mix of smooth jazz. I walk over towards my parents, who are just laughing and all over each other. If I didn’t know any better, I’d say they were already buzzed.

“Okay, heres the shots you guys wanted.” I say as I hand them one each. I look down at my drink, which is also a tequila shot, and I feel like I’m dreaming. I’m about to have my first drink with my parents and I’m not even 21, yet. I gotta say, I’m really liking the UK.

I go for a sip of my drink, but get stopped by my dad. “Hold on there, hot shot! This is your first drink, so I think it’s only fair if we do a toast.” He tells me and I nod my head in agreement. What I didn’t agree to, was him getting everyone at the party’s attention for the toast. I actually thought it was just gonna be a thing between family but nonetheless.

“I just want to make a toast to my son, Y/N!” He says, grabbing a few “Here heres” from the crowd of people. “Y/N, I’m so proud of the man you’ve become, even though you became a man in just a couple of minutes.” Everyone gives out a laugh, while I chuckle. “Despite whats been going on and what we’re probably gonna be going through in the near future, I just want to say none of that can or will change the fact that I… WE love you!” My dad brings my mom close to him in those last words.

My mom raises her glass and we all do the same. “To Y/N! Our brave son, and newest Avenger!” My mom says and everyone cheers as they take a drink from their cup. I finally drink my tequila shot and instantly regret it. It tastes like orange juice after brushing your teeth with just a hint of earwax. I don’t how anyone could just drink this like its nothing. I look towards my parents and there they are, drinking it like its nothing. How can people just drink this stuff to the point where it becomes a problem? There has to be something at the bar that tastes better.

I walk to the bar and ask the bartender for a margarita. Those always look good on TV. As the bartender gets the ingredients and tools to make it, I see Steve come up to the counter next to me. The second bartender walks up to him from the other side of the counter.

“Hey, Rogers! What can I getcha? Same as always?” He asks in a strong british accent.

“Yeah, same as always.” He replies with a smirk. The bartender walks away to get the drink while Steve looks my way. I try looking away until he calls my name. “So, thats what the emoji meant?” He asks.

I finnaly give up and look at him and he has a cocky grin. “Yeah, well mid-text I decided that I’m tired of adults thinking they can tell me what to do. I’m 18 now and I’m responsible for my own actions. You understand, right?” I say with a sorta sassy tone.

Steve chuckled before saying, “Actually I do.”

I raised my eyebrows in surprise, not expecting a legitimate answer. “Wait, really?!”

“Yup! You know, I used to be 18 too.” I give out an obvious fake gasp which in turn causes him to chuckle again. “Yeah yeah I know, its crazy. Anyways, back in those days it was real common for 18 year old men to be on their own and out their parent’s house. Have their own job, their own life partner.”

“You mean their own wife, right? Cause I can’t imagine it being any other way.” I correct him, but he shakes his head in disagreement.

“No, I meant what I said. Just because that lifestyle was frowned upon back then, doesn’t mean it didn’t exist.” He adds.

That causes me to wonder. I mean, how would he know that fact? Could THE Steve Rogers be hiding something bigger than his secret identity? I was about to have the courage to ask him on it, but our drinks arrived. He grabs his, which looks to be just whiskey with some ice in it, and I grab my margarita. We glance at each other and he gestures to clink glasses. I catch on and do the same. “Here’s to being an adult.” He says and we clash glasses as I nod in response.

As I’m sipping my drink, which actually tastes better this time, I see what looks like a long string dangling from one of the windows. I walk closer towards it and realize it’s actually a string of web, which means only one thing. I curse under my breath as I try to shimey through the crowd of people and towards the balcony to see a couple more strings of web leading to the roof of the building. “No fuckin way…”, mumble, but through all the music going on I didn’t notice Steve was next to me and was also able to hear me.

“Hey, language!” He said to me with a stern look.

“Oh, sorry, Steve. I didn’t know you were next to me.” I explained.

“Are you ok?” he asks me, concerned.

There’s no way that these WEB strings are from who I think they’re from. Right? “Yeah, I’m fine. I just need to… um… get some air. I’ll be back…”

“Well maybe I can come with you…” Steve suggested.

“NO!” I yelled. “I mean… No, I don’t want you want you to miss the party.”

“Yeah, I guess you’re right.” Steve replies right before he turns around and gets lost in the crowd of people. I feel bad for yelling at him, but my nerves are at an all time high because in midst of all this partying, I feel my brother has something big planned against me. I grab another drink, a bottle of Heineken this time, and make my way out the door to the building stairs to the roof where I spot Peter in his Spidey suit with his mask only revealing the bottom part of his face. He brings a bottle of beer, which looks to be the last one of the pack, up to his mouth until he spots and turns to me.

“Y/N! H-H-Hows it goin ma dude!” Peter says, slurring his words and studdering. Is he really drunk? Thats not even what I’m really concerned about.

“Peter?! What the hell are you doing here?! And how’d you get all the way to England?!” I asked him, surprised that he’s even here. He should be back home in New York.

He stood up from his sitting position while trying to walk to me. He wobbles in all directions until he’s taken the literal three steps he needed to get to me. I roll my eyes, already annoyed at how hammered he is. Just when it looks like he about to speak, he starts bursting into laughter like a hyena.

“Peter, this isn’t funny!” I say through gritted teeth. “You gotta control yourself or else you’re gonna get caught.”

“Yeah? And… And who would be STUPID enough to challenge… Spider-Man and his trusty sidekick… Uhh… Umm… Oh I got it! The Golden Bitch!” He says in a superhero announcer voice. This causes him to laugh hysterically again. “My bad… I-I didn’t mean to call you a Bitch!”

“Alright, thats it! I need to get someone else here.” I say in defeat. But if someone see’s us, they’ll think that I brought him here and got him drunk. Who could I tell that wouldn’t rat us out to the whole party?

“Oooh! Oooh! I know! I know! Pick me!” Peter says with his hand raised in the air like a kid in kindergarten.

I turn to him and sigh in frustration. “Yes, Peter?”

“What about that-that guy with the asian last name but isn’t asian at all?” Peter suggests.

“You mean Scott Lang? Peter, thats kinda racist.” I ask him.

“Yeah yeah, him.” He replies, nodding his head sporadically until he has sit from being dizzy.

“No, Pete thats… Actually not a bad idea.” I say, realizing that Scott would be the perfect guy to help us. “Huh? Leave it to Peter Parker to come up with great ideas, even under intoxication.” I start walking towards the door until something shoots at my hand, knocking my drink out of it and onto the door just above my head. The bottle shatters and I’m covered in both glass and alcohol.

I turned around and see Peter with his hand out like he just shot a web. “Oh shit. I-I’m sorry! I-I tried to grab the bottle w-with web!” Peter says innocently.

“Whatever just STAY. HERE. Got it?” I confirm with him and he nods.

I go downstairs to where the everyone’s at and find Scott easily talking with Bucky and Sam about how he could’ve single handedly taken out Tony and his team in that airport. I tap him on the shoulder getting his attention. “Hey, can I talk to you for a sec?” I ask him.

“Yeah, sure whats up?” Scott asks. I look behind him and see Bucky and Sam looking at me like I asked them too.

“Um actually, can we go somewhere private and talk?” I ask.

“Yeah, is everything ok?” he asks, concerned.

“Yeah everythings fine. Just come with me real quick.” I say pulling his arm to come follow me. As we go upstairs I decide this would be a good time to tell him. “Alright so, you know Peter Parker, right?”

“That Spider-Kid I faught in the airport, right? You know I could’ve taken Tony’s whole team on my own right?” He says.

“Yeah, thats so cool,” I say in a rushed manner. “Anyways, we have kind of a big problem.”

“How big?” he asks. As we approach the last step, I open the door to the roof but there’s no one there.

“What the hell? Peter?!” I yell but hear nothing.

“Wait, the kid’s here in England? How the hell did he get here?” Scott asks.

“I have no idea,” I say in defense. “I was just downstairs enjoying the party, when I see some web strings dangling on the balcony. Peter!” Suddenly I hear a sorta feint response. It sounds like it’s coming from the side of the building. Scott and I walk to the side of the building where we see Peter laying in a huge spider nest like an actual spider. I don’t know how but the bastard got more beer while I was gone.

“Hey, Y/N! You got Anty!” He says as he wheezes again in laughter. “I said Anty like he was my aunt! Oh shit I wonder what Aunt May is up to!”

“Son of a bitch!” Scott curses under his breath but I still heard him. “Is he drunk?!”

“Drunk is a bit of an understatement. He’s fucking hammered.” I reply.

“Whats going on here?” a voice says behind us startling both Scott and I. We turn around and see Steve. Well, this just got better.

“Steve, why are you here?” I ask.

“Because clearly you’re hiding something. I don’t know what, but for some reason you feel like you can talk to Scott about it.” He says annoyed.

“Listen, Cap, its not what you think, alright,” Scott says, trying to reason with a pissed off Steve. “Y/N just needed help with a situation and he thought I would be able to help out.”

“Help out with what exactly?” Steve asks.

“Alright, fine. I just really need you to promise me you won’t tell anyone.” I say, making him swear he’ll be on my side with this. He agrees and I walk him over to the side of the building where he see’s a drunk Spider-Man. He surprisingly kept his cool and started coming up with ideas.

“Well can’t you use some spell to make him sober again?” Steve asked.

“I could if it was first caused by alcohol, but I have a feeling that my brother had something to do with this. He’s probably sent him here too.” I explain. I know Peter, and I also know that he’s not the type of guy to drink his emotions away. I mean, yeah he was bummed that he didn’t get recruited to the Avengers like I did, but he knows right from wrong. Unlike me.

I use my magic to teleport Peter back on the roof and to get rid of all the webbing. Luckily, Scott brought his Ant-Man helmet and was able to send his ants downstairs to get Peter a bottle of water so he could calm down.

“Hey, Kid? I need you to focus, alright?” Steve says, trying to get Peter to pay attention to him. “I need you to tell me if you remember anything before you got here to London.”

“Yeah I was stopping some bad bad people in this high speed chase.” He says, then takes a gulp from his water bottle. “And after I stopped them, I was swingin around like… BLAM! BLAM! SWISH!! And then outta-outta nowhere some bright purple hole came in front of me and next thing I know, I’m here.”

“Ok well that explains Alex’s doing,” I say turning to Scott, “but that still doesn’t explain why he’s so fucking drunk.” Steve just shrugs, he’s just as oblivious to the situation as we are.

“Oh yeah,” Peter says, perking up, “then your brother came by and said something in a different language.”

“Was it Greek?” I asked, thinking we might be getting close to a solution. That was until he shook his head no. “Dammit, Alex, what the fuck did you do to him?!”

Peter takes another drink from his bottle of water and gives a refreshing sigh. “Man, I t-thought that this was water.” He exclaims.

“What are you talkin about? It is water.” I say correcting him. “It IS water, right Scott?”

“Yeah it should be.” He says before grabbing the bottle from Peter and taking a swig of it. Scott nods his head confirming that it is, in fact, water.

“Hey, Kid! Lemme smell your breath real quick.” Steve says. Peter leans towards Steve and blows on his face. Steve grimaces in disgust at what he smells. “Y/N, what else did he drink besides beer?”

“According to Peter’s story, nothing. Why? What’s wrong?” I asked.

“His breath smells like whiskey, but the water just tastes like water?” He confirms.

Thats it! Alex must’ve put some spell on Peter so that whatever he drinks tastes like whiskey. If thats the case, then I just mght be able to reverse the spell. “Alright, Steve, Scott I might know what spell my brother used.” I tell them.

“Thats great, then hurry up and fix it, so we can get him home before his Aunt worries.” Steve says.

“Alright, lets see if this works.” I mumble. My eyes and hands glow gold as I get an idea of what my brother exactly said to cast the spell. I remember Dad told him this phrase when they went for Alex’s first show of whiskey. “Iksiwla nim uluhla meatla,” (Sweet taste of whiskey.). Peter’s mouth glows good like my hands and eyes do when I cast a spell. Then, 5 seconds later its stops. “Okay. I think it worked! Scott, try giving him that water again.” I say and Scott does just that.

Peter takes a gulp and smacks his mouth, trying to get an accurate taste of the drink.

“Alright, Kid,” Steve says, “what does the drink taste like now?”

“W-What are you talkin about, bro? Its water!” Peter replies with slurred words. Scott, Steve and I sit down on the ground relieved that the spell wore off.

“Oh, I almost forgot to sober him up!” I realized and quickly used a spell to make him sober. I look at Scott who looks like he’s just down with tonight. “Hey, Scott! Thanks for helping me out with this. Really I don’t know what I would’ve done without your help.” Scott waves his hand at me gesturing that it was no problem for him. I look towards Steve and he gives me a thumbs up. “Steve, I really appreciate you helping us out with this,” I admit. “If it wasn’t for you, I’m sure Tony would be going for my neck if my parents hadn’t gotten to it first.”

“Its no problem, honestly. But do you really think your parents wouldn’t of taken your side?” He asks me.

“I don’t know. To be honest, I don’t know anything anymore.” I say, making Steve adjust himself so that he’s facing me more. “After what I did, choosing a path that I apparently wasn’t supposed to, making you guys fight a war that doesn’t even involve you, putting you lives at risk. I don’t know if the next thing I do will help you guys or doom you. I’m better off fighting this war on my own. Facing the consequences that were set for me. You know what I mean, right?”

“No, I don’t!” Steve protests.

“What?” I say, surprised.

“Y/N, don’t think for a second that you were wrong for choosing a light path. You’ve got to realize that you weren’t the one who caused all this.” He says to me. “You and your brother were both raised to choose the light path when you turned 18. It was Alex who chose the wrong path, not you! He’s the one that forced you to choose your path and he knew you were gonna choose the light path. Don’t you see? This whole thing, the eclipse, the war, the spells being casted on us. Thats all him. If it weren’t for you, we wouldn’t be able to see the light in these dark times.”

Steve’s right! I have to stop pinning all this chaos and distress on myself. I’m the one whose fixing these problems he’s leaving behind. When my Dad was almost beaten death, it was me who healed him, not Alex. When Peter was under Alex’s spell, it was me who figured it out and snapped him out of it. It’s not about making the wrong choices, it’s about me changing the wrong into a right. Changing the dark into light.

“Thanks Steve! That actually made me feel a whole lot better.” I say, as a tear runs down my face but Steve brings his hand to my face to wipe it away.

Steve and I stand up and try to get Peter to do the same so I can take him home. “Kid?! What the hell are you doing here?” Tony says in his Iron Man suit, catching us all by surprise. “Why are there beer bottles everywhere?!”

Shit! This night just keeps getting worse and worse.