Narrator's POV

You made the deal

"You promised you wouldn't hurt anyone! You promised!" Oliver cried as his body was being tormented by a green shadow, digging deep into his chest, searching for his heart. "Argh!" Oliver groaned in pain. "Dad! Peter!" He shouted, tears of pain falling from his eyes. "Please! Stop! This wasn't part of the deal!"

"Let go of my son you..." Tony groaned, managing to pull an arm out of the restrains he was in. "...monster." He shot a blue beam toward the green shadow.

The shadow hissed, turning to Tony.

You will die for that

"No!" Oliver cried as the green shadow hurdled toward Tony.

The green shadow took Tony out of the restrains and lifted him by the throat.

"Urgh..." Tony groaned. "Ah..." He gasped for air.

The green shadow formed a green spear, ready to drive it into Tony's slow beating heart.

"Papa no!" Oliver cried.

Tony looked at the green shadow, anger in his eyes. He wasn't afraid to die. "Go to hell." He said.

Where do you think I come from?

The green shadow hissed, raising the spear up.

Ah!

It gasped, dropping Tony on the ground, then Oliver.

Oliver made his way to Tony, holding two golden shields up.

The shadow moved around, as if to be struggling, screeching and knocking things over.

Peter got up, holding his right shoulder. He wasn't done fighting.

The three watched the shadow struggled, swinging violently and jerking suddenly.

Something came through it, a sharp black object.

Oliver, Tony and Peter gasped, standing back.

The black object ran down the shadow, making an opening.

The shadow screeched, hissing and causing all sorts of disaster around them.

A figure came through the opening.

"Stephen?" Tony asked.

The figure looked at him.

It was Stephen alright, but not their Stephen.

This man had glowing red eyes and sharp teeth displaying. He had sharp claws at his hands.

The shadow gathered itself, turning to Stephen now.

No. Not possible

Stephen turned to the shadow. He lifted off the ground.

How is this possible? I trapped you

"You made the wrong deal." Stephen said, his voice deeper than it normal tone. He took out a card from his pocket, it had two arrows switching places.

The sharp teeth on his face formed an evil grin.

No! No!

The shadow attacked Stephen, wrapping him around a black fog.

Stephen only seemed to float right through it.

"That will not work." Stephen hissed.

Ahhh

The shadow hissed, sending spears into Stephen's body.

Stephen only chuckled, absorbing the spears into him. "My turn." He swung his hand forward toward the shadow, sending the spears back.

The spear screeched, backing up into the library.

Tony, Peter and Oliver moved closer to peek inside.

"Your power is no match for mine." Stephen said. "You have no power here." He said, extending his claws, driving them into the green shadow, forcing a screech out of it. "You know who I am... You should have never taken the deal."

You...were dead. I saw you die. You will die again

"Not with the power you've grated me." Stephen said. "You've played yourself."

You cannot deafest me

"Watch me." Stephen hissed, driving more spears into the shadow, deeper and bigger this time, causing it to screech and cry.

Summoning yellow daggers from above and below, Stephen drove them into the shadow, causing it to be in more pain.

Horrible noises came from the shadow as it suffered.

Stephen hissed as he pulled each daggers and spear a different direction, pulling the shadow in different ways, trying to pull him apart.

I will be back

"No you won't." Stephen said. "I assure you that."

The shadow screeched as it began to be torn apart, cracks of white appearing all over it.

"You touched my son..." Stephen said angrily. "You messed with the wrong family."

Stephen!

The shadow hissed.

"ARGH!" Stephen pulled the spears and daggers apart, fully.

The shadow screeched, turning into ash that slowly floated toward the ground, disappearing as they touched the ground.

"Ah..." Stephen fell to the ground, slowly returning to his normal form.

"Stephen." Tony ran over to him, kneeling beside him. "Stephen. Stephen talk to me." He said, shaking him.

"Ah!" Stephen gasped, sitting up.

"Whoa, whoa..." Tony said, taking him by the arms. "Slow down."

Stephen swallowed. "Hah..." He looked around, confusedly. "T-That was really violent. I'm sorry." He apologized.

"It's okay." Tony smiled. "It's okay. It was...really sexy."

"Tony, why are you..." Stephen looked down at himself, then up at Tony. He then saw Oliver and Peter standing behind Tony. "Wait, how long have I...been dead?" He asked.

"You've been gone three months." Tony said.

Stephen looked at him. "Hah..." He sighed, suddenly embracing Tony. Tears poured from his eyes as he held Tony in his arms.

Tony sighed in relief, holding Stephen close, making sure this wasn't a dream. He pulled away and took Stephen's face into his hands, drawing him in for a kiss.

Peter and Oliver watched, both with tears in their eyes.

Stephen and Tony pulled away, smiling at each other through tears.

Stephen looked up at his two beautiful  children. He looked at Oliver, who had big crocodile tears pouring from his eyes.

"Daddy!" Oliver cried and ran into Stephen's arms.

"Oh." Stephen sighed in relief as he held his little son in his arms.

Peter came up to his dad and embraced him.

Tony joined the reunion.

"Wait." Stephen looked up. "Where's Wade?"

"I'm..." Came Wade's voice. "...here." He said, coming into the library, with his hands behind his back as he walked. "Urgh...I'm getting old." He looked up to see not three, but four bodies. "Dr. Strange." He was taken a little by surprise. "You're...here."

"And you're missing half of your head." Stephen said.

Wade felt around for the left side of his brain. He looked at Stephen, squinting. "Touché."

Stephen smiled, but the smile dropped from his lips. He looked at Oliver. "Oliver, where's the book?" He asked.

Oliver pointed at the desk.

Stephen looked in that direction.

"What are you gonna do with it?" Oliver asked.

"Don't worry about it." Stephen said. He looked back at his family. "I'm just glad all of you are okay." He said.

"Yes. All of us." Tony said, looking at Stephen, smiling.

"I know, it's a very touching moment." Wade interrupted. "But look what I can do."

Everyone looked back at him.

He had Peter's arm in his hand. "I'm Spider-Man." He said, stretching the arm out and shooting webbing in the library.

"Alright Wade, give it back." Peter laughed a little.

"Can I keep this? Tony can make you a new one anyway." Wade said.

"Wade!" Peter got up.

Wade ran out of the library.

"Give me back my arm!" Peter shouted as he raced after him.

Tony looked back at Stephen, laughing a little as they brought their foreheads together, sighing. Tony placed a hand on Stephen's cheek. "I'm so glad you're back."

"I'm glad to be back." Stephen said, holding Oliver on the side of him.