Narrator's POV

"Bring him back?" Peter asked.

"Bring who back?" Wade asked.

"Stephen? How?" Tony asked.

"I..." He hesitated, hiding his wrapped wrists in his sleeves. "I found a book with spells." Oliver said.

"But wouldn't you disturb the peace he's in right now?" Wade asked.

Peter looked at Wade. "Oliver, as much as I miss dad... Wade's right." He said. "Dad's in peace. We might as well let this slip by and let him rest."

"How can you ring him back?" Tony asked.

"Dad, you're not really serious?" Peter said.

"Peter, we have a chance to bring Stephen back and you're just gonna give that up?" Tony asked. "We could be back together as a family."

"Dad, he's gone." Peter said. "Let him rest. Plus Oliver isn't that experienced with magic yet."

"Hm?" Oliver looked at Peter.

"Peter. You know you miss him. Oliver misses him. We all miss him, we could bring him back and have him here with us." Tony said.

"What if something goes wrong, and we make things worse than they are already? Oliver could lose his life. One of us could be next." Peter argued.

"But it couldn't." Tony said. "Stephen could be missing us as much as we are right now."

"You know the pain he was in with his hands. Dad, I know you're hurt but we can't risk-"

"Goddamn it, Peter!" Tony shouted, slamming a fist on the table. "You have no idea how much I've cried for him! How I've mourned!"

"I've cried for him too!" Peter shouted, tears forming in his eyes now.

"Yeah, he really has." Wade said.

"Shut up, Wilson!" Tony said. "This doesn't concern you!"

"Yes sir." Wade said, rolling his eyes.

"How dare you say that? Wade's part of this family. He can voice his opinion on this if he'd like." Peter said. "I don't think this is a good idea. Oliver still has a lot to learn before he's able to summon up that kind of magic." Peter said.

"Are you questioning my magic abilities?" Oliver asked, offended now.

Everyone turned to Oliver.

"What?" Peter looked at him. "No, of course not Ollie." He said. "I just don't think bring him back would be such a good idea."

"Peter's right. Dr. Strange-"

"No." Oliver cut Wade off. "You just said I had a lot to learn. I wasn't experienced enough." Oliver said.

"Oliver. That's not what I meant. I-"

"No, Peter." Oliver said. "I'm offended. As my brother, I excepted you to encourage me to the better, to lift me up. Stand by my side always."

"Oliver. I do encourage you. I believe in you." Peter said. "I just don't think you're ready for that type of-"

"What do you know about magic?" Oliver asked.

"I-"

"You know nothing!" Oliver said, beginning to rise off the ground with Levi on his shoulders. "I found a way to bring dad back, thinking I would be helping you out; but here you are telling me that I'm not enough for you."

"Oliver you're not-"

"No Wade." Oliver said. "I'm bringing dad back whether you guys like it or not." He said with tears in his eyes.

"Oliver you're just confused." Wade said. "You're sad and torn that you've lost your dad, and that your best friend is leaving." Wade said. "It feels like everyone is leaving your life, doesn't it?"

Oliver looked at Wade. "Yeah..." He sniffled.

"It feels like you're alone. Like everyone is walking out of your life."

"Yes." Oliver nodded, letting himself down gentle on the ground.

Wade got up and slowly walked toward Oliver. "You don't have to feel that way." Wade said.

Oliver looked at him, tears running down his cheeks now. "Everything's...just been so hard without him." Oliver sniffled.

"We're here for you." Wade said. "We're your family too." He said, looking back at Tony and Peter. "I know you feel lonely and sad, but that doesn't mean you have to feel that way because we're here for you. We care about you. Oliver we love you." Wade said. He looked back at Tony. "That goes for you too, Anthony."

Oliver looked up at Wade, a small smile spreading across his lips.

"Ah, there we are." Wade said.

Oliver smiled at him, wiping his tears away. "Thanks Wade."

"Don't sweat it." Wade winked at him, smiling.

The smiled on Oliver's lips dropped.

"But I have already done it." Oliver said, pulling his sleeve up, revealing wrapping around both of his wrists, stained with blood.

Tony gasped. "Oliver what did you do?" He asked. "Peter the first aid kit."

Peter got up.

Tony got up and hurried over to Oliver.

Bring me the boy

Said a voice.

Oliver gasped.

"What was that?" Wade asked.

"He's here." Oliver said. "I told him I'd only come out here to tell you goodbye before I left."

"Who is he?" Tony asked.

"He's-"

Screeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee

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"Ah!" Blue eyes shot open, seeing nothing but darkness.

They knew exactly where they were.

"No, no, no, no." Stephen said getting up. "Oliver, no. What did you do?" He said, floating around, seeing nothing but darkness around for miles on end.

Give me the boy

"No." Stephen stopped as he heard that voice. "No, no, no!"

"Dad!"

"Oliver!"

He heard echoes around him.

"Stop this! Stop it right now!" Stephen shouted.

It's too late. The boy has made the deal already

An opening appeared in front of Stephen, watching as Oliver was ripped from Tony's grasp.

"Oliver..." Stephen said.

"Peter!"

Oliver yelped.

"Let him go! Please!" Stephen shouted as he watched Oliver get dragged away from Tony, who was pinned down on the ground.

"I will not let you take him!"

Peter said, shooting webbing.

"Peter no!"

Peter was taken by his metal arm. "Argh!" He groaned as his arm was being pulled from his body.

"Stop! Stop!" Stephen cried, his eyes swelling with tears.

Peter was dropped to the ground, unconscious now.

"That's it you asshole."

Was said, pulling out a katana and pointing it forward.

"Wade!"

Oliver cried.

"Hah!"

Wade swung his katana around, but it was knocked out of his hands.

"Think again bitch."

He pulled out a gun, firing two shots. He looked down at the gun then back up.

"What the hell?"

"That doesn't work Wade." Stephen said.

"Ha!"

Wade went at it with his own fists, but was easy thrown back and out a window.

"Wade!"

Oliver cried.

"Argh! Dad!"

Oliver groaned in pain.

He is mine

"Oliver, hold on!"

Tony called.

"Leave him alone! Do not hurt my son." Stephen shouted.

"Peter! Dad!"

Oliver cried.

"Urgh! It hurts! Stop!"

Tears slipped from his eyes.

"Ah..." Stephen dropped his his knees, his eyes glowing red as he looked up. His arms were at his sides, a deep red glow starting to radiate off of him.

His whole body began to be consumed by pure anger and rage, his heart corrupted with it. He clenched his firsts, looking back into the opening with rage reflecting from his eyes.