Yay! Finally, we're getting somewhere!

Still on vacation, and we've got a long drive ahead, so since these chapters are gonna be really long, I'm going to mainly be working on these on the road.

Btw, I've been thinking of this for a while, but would you be interested in a Face Reveal? I'm probably not going to do it any time soon, but I'm just curious.

Also, you all really like the PJO chapter I did, so would you like me to try and write some ships for it? I'm willing to try something new. Irondad will always be present, and no smut cause ew. Also, be expecting an HP chapter cause I'm HP t r a s h .

Anyways, here we go!
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3rd Person POV

   "An offer? What do you mean." Peter said, narrowing his eyes. Toomes gaze only hardened.

   "Well, I can get you out of here, and make you a hero. A hero able to impress a princess perhaps?" Toomes said, stepping forward and into the cell, gazing at Peter.

   "Peter, we can't trust this guy. What if it's a trap—" Ned said, but a glare from the guards silenced him.

   "... what would we have to do." Peter said quietly.

   "Peter no! Don't trust him!" Ned exclaimed, only to be kicked by the guards.

   "I have to Ned. It's our only hope right now." Peter said a little louder. "So, what would we have to do?"

   "Come with me. Both of you." Toomes said, flicking his wrist at the guards. Taking off the chains, the guards heaved the two up roughly, pushing them forward.

   They walked out of the city, to a dark cave. A lion rose from the rocks, proclaiming,

   "Only one may enter here. One whose worth lies within. The Diamond in the Rough."

   Peter stared at the statue. It's ruby eyes seemed to pierce his, making him want to look away but he wouldn't dare to. Toomes pushed him forward, saying, "You first. If you don't comply, your friend here will die. Bring me the lamp, but do not touch anything else. Then you will walk free."

   Peter glanced back once, before entering the cave, the mouth shutting behind him. "Jeez, What a creep..." He said, walking down the large stairs. A golden glow came from the bottom, shining brightly. "What the...." He murmured, walking to find...

   A room filled with treasure.

   "Holy crap. What even is this place?" He said to himself as he went further in the room, taking in the mountains of treasure.

   He walked on, stepping on a rug. What he didn't expect was when it came to life.

   "Woah!" Peter said as he jumped back a bit, watching the rug dust itself off, crossing its arms??? Whatever. "Sorry Mr.... Rug..... um, how are you... never mind. Do you, uh, know where a lamp is?"

   It pointed(???) towards a passage in a darker part of the cave. Peter gulped, before walking in, doing his best not to touch the treasure. A long winding staircase went up to a rock with something shiny on it. "That must be it..." He said, mostly to himself.

   Peter climbed the staircase, grunting in effort. Finally he reached the top, panting in effort. Peter glanced over and sure enough, a golden lamp sat there, gleaming in a spot of sunlight that entered the cave. He carefully took it, sighing in relief when nothing happened.

   Suddenly, a loud crash was heard.

   "Ned! What are you doing here! You aren't supposed to touch the treasure!" Peter said, whipping around as Ned backed away, looking panicked. "I didn't mean too! I tripped! And they sent me down!"

   The cave began to rumble and the voice said,

   "You have touched the sacred treasure! You will die for this! Perish mortals!"

   Then the rug rushed in, flying to grab Ned and Peter. The two yelped in shock as Peter kept a tight hold on the lamp. The walls began to crumble as the rug rushed towards the exit, lava flooding the floors.

   They flew quickly, getting closer to the entrance-

   Suddenly, the wall caved, trapping them in. A large rock hit Peter, causing his world to go black as he fell. Ned grabbed him, pulling him on the rug and back to safety. "Peter!" Ned yelled, but it was no use. Peter was out cold. Ned looked up just in time for the rocks to fall, his world going dark as they approached.

                                                                               ~~~Time Skip OwO~~~

   "Ugh.... my head..." Peter said, sitting up and shaking his head to clear the drowsy and dizzy state he was in. He opened his eyes to find himself in the cave, in a dark part of it. He looked around, glancing in a panic when he couldn't find Ned, the rug, or the lamp. He glanced behind him and sighed in relief, seeing Ned behind him, passed out on the rug. The rug perked up at the sight (???) of him, flying over after getting out from under a still passed out Ned. It hovered around him, and Peter said, "Hey... how are we alive? And where's the lamp?"

   It flew around a burrow, and Peter stood, swaying a little. He walked over after composing himself, finding the lamp burrowed in a bit of rubble. He dug it out, picking up the ornate lamp. 'How come it wasn't destroyed?' He thought curiously as he rubbed a dirt spot off of it...

   BANG!

   "Woah!" Peter yelled as he fell back, still clutching the lamp as a red smoke came out, hints of blue coming through as a figure bursted out of the lamp, flying up and turning to reveal...

   The lost hero. IronMan, Tony Stark, the one Peter admired.

   "Jeez, 10,000 years does a lot to your back..." He said, the faceplate coming up to reveal Tony, stretching out as he turned, glancing at Peter. "Okay, where's the boss." He said, looking at Peter.

   "Holy crap." Was all Peter managed to get out as he slowly got to his feet.

   "Yeah, Yeah, famous lost IronMan, Tony Stark, thats me. Now, where's your boss? There's always a boss." IronMan said, glancing at an invisible watch.

   "Um... I don't have one of those, sorry. Unless you count that weird guy who forced us down here, but um... he's gone I think. Sorry." Peter managed to stutter out.

   "Huh... so your my master then I guess. Well kid, what's your name?" Tony said, floating closer, observing Peter in curiosity.

   "P-Peter. Peter Parker... um, what happened to you? You've been lost for centuries..." Peter said, watching as Tony encircled him, looking over him.

   "Long story short, I was cursed. I didn't save someone... I couldn't, I was saving others! But that woman... she cursed me... and, well, here we are. I've been alive for way to long. But hey, at least I'm out of that lamp again." Tony said, his eyes betraying dismay.

   "Oh, rug! Good to see you. Been quite a while, you've gotten dustier." Tony said, giving the rug a high five. (???) Peter sat down. "I don't understand... what happened? Why are you trapped in a lamp?"

   "Ever heard of a genie kid?" Tony said, turning back to Peter. "Three wishes, all that jazz?"

   "No..." Peter said in confusion.

   "Well, clearly, I have to teach you about me. And everything." Tony said, flicking his wrist towards the rug. "Hit it."
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Ha I'm gonna make you wait.

I'm planning to do Prince Ali and Friend Like Me in the same chapter. When I have WiFi to look up the songs. (I did Arabian/New Yorkian Nights by listening to it. And I prefer to lower my workload :P)

Anyway, hope your excited! Love you Webheads!

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