"There's What? In the living room?" Peter cupped his hands around the phone as Tony argued with Rodey over his ability to head back to New York. 

"THERE'S A PACK OF LAVA DOGS." Aunt May hissed back, probably from a closet or maybe on top of the chair. "They have little dog faces and they're really upset about-the humidity? The mist?" 

"Just, just stay quiet and don't let them know you're there. I'll call... i'll call Ned okay? Or or MJ. One of the two!" 

"How are your high school friends going to help me with mystical creatures who are trying to make knives out of the spoons by melting them with their bare hands?"

Peter hung up "Guys we really need to get back to New York."

"I am NOT lettering Mr. Hypothermia ice shooting man out of my sight!" Rodey jutted a finger at Tony who's lips were almost back to normal. 

"I already TOLD you! The weird voice is gone and I'm me!" Tony protested

"FOR HOW LONG?" Rodey yelled back and Tony shut up. Rodey turned back to Peter. "Look, I'm getting about 50 calls a minute from the US government about these things. They've even asked me to get the fugitive members of the avenger team over here. Problem? I got no clue how to call them and there's no way i'm letting a SIXTEEN YEAR OLD." Rodey glared at Tony "Fight anything...alone."

"Karen" 

"Yes Peter?" 

"Is there any way you can think of for me to contact Captain America." 

"Yes, Natasha Romanoff  programmed his cellphone number into my system Incase needed." 

"She did what-We'll played Tash. Well played." Tony muttered, hearing Karen through his own ear piece. 

"Just call him please." 

"Mr. Rogers is unable to take a phone call at the moment. He's driving." 

"...Make it go through anyway?"

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Steve almost had a heart attack when his phone rang. Sam picked it up and Natasha continued trying to figure out what's weapon would kill the homeless minotaur that was galloping behind them. So far, nothing was actually doing much except for annoying him more. 

"Hello, Steve's phone how can I help you." Sam quipped, then raised an eyebrow. "Natasha when did you give the spider kid Steve's phone number?" 

"After Steve dropped stuff on him, why?" 

"He's calling-anyway Yeah we're actually already headed up there but these things seem to be immune to our weapons. Where's Tony with his lazar stuff?" 

Steve glanced in the mirror, seeing Natasha give up and throw the whole gun which actually hit the thing in the middle of his forehead and turned him to gold dust. Huh, brute force worked. 

"He did what"  Sam's exclamation almost made Steve crash again. Steve really needed to practice driving more often. "Loki?" 

Natasha groaned, Steve groaned, Bucky was probably confused and T'Challa spoke "Wasn't he dead?"

"Supposed to be, alright alright. We'll see you there." Sam hung up and took a deep breath. "Tony was possessed, then a suspect they were holding got away. With Fury who they just found out was alive and Loki was sighted a day or two ago and apparently true to kidnap their suspect there."

"Suspect for what?" Steve asked

"He didn't much, just that the guy hadn't powers and had blown up some stuff. Anyway apparently the government and army want us in New York and Washington of California where most of these creatures or monsters are." 

"New York is closer," T'challa noted "we should head there...what are... centaurs?" 

Everyone strained to look out the window at the pack of half horse, half human creatures with guns, paintball guns, and bows and arrows. They had packs strapped to their backs, maybe hiking backpacks and a few were even drinking beer. They gave off strong rouge cowboy vibes and they were chasing huge birds-bird ladies.

"I... where did all of these things come from?" Steve breathed. 

"I thought I was just crazy," Bucky muttered and everyone (but Steve he's driving for goodness sake!) looked back at Bucky who shrugged. "They've always been here, just about no one can see them. They don't mess with me so I didn't mess with them. They have some donut shops too but only monsters can go in. They will try to eat you if you try." 

"I-i don't even know." Steve exhaled, gunning the gas to pass the group of galloping ponies. 

"We're going on a trip In our favorite rocket ship." Sam starts singing under his breath and the group quiets almost as if they're listening. "Why is it anytime I sing all y'all stop to listen? Get a life! Sing yourselves!" 

"No-look." Steve breathed and Sam looked at the huge expanse of clouds over New York. Centering above the Empire State Building Which was lit up with a pulsing blue. 

"P-e-r-c-y-j-a-c-k-s-o-n" Natasha read out the morse code that flashed. "And it's just repeating. Over and over again."