#anyways things go mostly normal until the away mission.... at which point strange and sinister things begin to happen.

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every single day i think about the world trigger/narbonic crossover fic that i have 500 words of in my drafts that i really want to write and i sigh and write down a few more plot ideas. I can't figure out how to get from point a to point b but by god the version of it that exists in my head is massively entertaining.

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Deranged pt. 3

Stephen pouted as the elevator closed, and he stood up to stretch his back. He was bored. And he hated waiting.

"Now what the fuck do I do..?" He mumbled to himself as he jumped towards the hoop, gripping it and throwing a leg over inside. The elevator opened and he turned over to see a brown haired girl with a black jumpsuit and heels. She looked like a bitch to Stephen.

"Mr. Strange, I presume?" She asked. She sounded less confident then she looked. It was truly upsetting to Stephen but he put on a psychotic smile. He knew he should behave, but he was bored and he was ready to play.

"The one and only. How may I help a bitch like you?" He deadpanned, hanging upside down and twirling a bit to show off.

"There is no need for that language. I'm simply here until your normal therapist is done with a task." She said, sitting in a chair on the other side of the glass.

"You mean Dr. Stark? He's a peach, ain't he!" Stephen giggled. "Have you met him?"

"I have, actually. He's.. quite a man, may I say." She smiled. Stephen's expression dropped into a glare. He lowered himself and rolled til he was sat in the middle of the cell. He sat like a dog, his hand between his thighs and his legs on either side of him. He tilted his head as well to mimic the animal.

"No, you may not." He growled. She gulped and fixed her glasses. "What's your name?"

"Dr. M-Matthew." She said.

"Well, don't just sit there and be a pussy!" Stephen giggled, his eyes suddenly going dark.

"Let's start, huh Dr. Matthews?"

***

"Dr. Stark, there is a new patient who just came to this facility. Young kid. Fifteen and scared. Name; Peter Benjamin Parker." The guard said, leading Tony towards a cell.

"That young..?" Tony whispered, mostly to himself.

"He's the younger one here." The guard said, opening up the cell. "Have fun, Doc." He said. Tony walked inside, and saw a boy in the corner, shaking and sobbing. He gulped.

"Hello..?" Tony said softly. The boy stopped, like he's been frozen in time.

"My name is-"

"Dr. Anthony Edward Stark." The boy whispered.

"How.. How did you-"

"I know, everything.." The boy sobbed. "Y-Your mind field, I can read it like a book. All your th-thoughts are in my head.."

"I can hurt people.. just from a blink of my eye.." Peter said, showing his blood stained face. Splashes of blood coated the right side of his face. "I-I killed someone.."

"Who..?" Tony said, slowly moving his way closer.

Peter choked out a sob. "My.."

"My aunt. I-I killed her and I don't know why-.." Peter covered his face, his hands shaking.

"Hey.. it's okay. You didn't mean too. Right?" He nodded. "You didnt mean it." Tony reassured. Peter sobbed into his palms as he shook violently.

Tony knew he wouldn't be able to stop the kid from crying, how could he be able too? He's killed someone clearly important to him. The kid will never heal, it's obvious.

"Peter, I know you are hurting, but you need to talk to me. Is there something you have to calm you down during high periods of stress?" He asked. Peter nodded, and pulled out a folded slip of paper. Tony looked at him confused, but unfolded it anyway.

They were breathing exercises.

"Okay.. Okay, this is fine." He cleared his throat. "Peter, breathe in for four seconds." The kid choked a bit as he followed the orders.

"Hold for eight seconds." Peter did as told, wiping away his tears as he kept the air in. "Good.. now let out for five. You're doing great."

It took four more times before Peter's breath evened out. He sniffled a bit, but that was fine.

"Peter, besides the events that have occurred in the last twenty four hours, how do you feel?" Tony asked.

Peter didn't answer for a long while. "I-I feel horrible, I'm scared of myself.." He whispered. Tony nodded, taking mental notes.

"Is there anything you need at the moment, because this session will continue for atleast an hour." He spoke. Peter looked at him, his eyes bloodshot.

"C-Can I have a blanket..?"

Tony called for a guard and sent them out for a blanket, which arrived slowly after. He handed it to Tony and he slowly approached the trembling boy. He kneeled, and held out the blanket. The boy reached out his blood stained hand, and took it slowly, wrapping himself up.

"Let's just.. talk, is that alright?" Tony asked.

"Yes.."

***

Stephen's eyes rolled as Dr. Matthew tried to speak with him. He was currently hanging from a rope, blood rushing to his head, and if he was lucky, he'd pass out and get out of this stupid conversation.

"Mr. Strange, I insist you get down." She said firmly. Stephen froze, and turned his head so he was facing her. His eyes went dark, and he hopped down, landing on his knees smoothly.

"Say that.. again." He whispered.

"I will not play your-."

"Say it!" He yelled, pounding his fist on the ground beneath him. She screamed and covered her face, her hands shaking. He snickered and stuck out his tongue, flipping her off.

"I'm just so fun, ain't I?" He laughed, getting up and dusting off. Dr. Matthew nodded frequently, terrified to say anything.

"I can play dirty, Doctor. I can fuck with your head, make you wanna kill yourself, I have no problem with that!" He clapped happily. His psychotic laughs escaping past his lips. She sighed wobbly.

"Dear God, you just have such chubby cheeks, I just wanna pinch them!" He giggled, his eyes going dark and his smile more sinister. "And I wanna wrap my hands around your throat, and squeeze. Til your eyes, pop-." He popped the p and wrapped his hands around his own neck, tightening his grip.

"Wouldn't that just be the best feeling, ever?" He practically moaned. He threw his head back and smiled, dirty thoughts coming to mind.

"Mr. Strange, please. I am not here for your childish behaviour and.. choking kink. I am here to help you. Let me help you." She said, pleading. Stephen's eyes rolled into the back of his head as as he made an annoyed sound.

"You can.. help me, with one little thing." He whispered. Matthews gulped and got out of her seat, walking towards the glass and seating herself.

"What..?" She whispered. Stephen crawled closer, and sat.

"Come inside." He growled. "Open the doors, and come in, and play with me."

"You're fucking insane." Dr. Matthews gasped.

"Oh sweetheart," Stephen's made his hand look as if it were a gun, and pointed it to his head. "I've heard, way, way worse. Come.. inside, with me.. I won't hurt you.." He placed his shaking hand on the glass.

"I just need you to make, alot.. of noise."

***

"You know you're safe right?" Tony asked, sitting back against the stone wall. Peter looked up from the floor, the blanket hugging him tightly.

"I wish I could believe that." He mumbled.

"You can, no one's gonna hurt you."

"But they should.. I should be dead." Peter sighed.

"But you're not. Why?" Peter gripped the blanket, and curled up.

"Because they want to test me.. I'm just an experiment they need to keep alive. All they care about is their mission, their stupid experiments.." Peter laid his head against the wall, taking in deep breaths.

Tony didn't reply. He knew the kid would be tested. It was hard to think about ofcourse, but Tony had no power to change it. Peter is so young.. Tony sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose.

"Peter-"

An alarm went off, and Tony shot up, looking towards the guards that were off down the west wing. He took in a deep breath and walked towards the cell door, yelling for a guard to open up. They all ran past him.

"Shit." He cursed, watching as a guard was coming up, and he reacted quickly by sticking his leg between the bars and tripping the guard. Tony doubled over grabbed the keys, opening the door from the outside. The guard groaned, and Tony applied pressure at the back of his neck, causing him to choke up and pass out.

"Holy shit!" Peter gasped as Tony locked it back up.

"Hey! Open it up!" Peter yelled, grabbing the bars. Tony cursed himself as the intercom came on, yelling for back up in sector 12. He stopped moving when those words left the man's mouth.

That was Stephen's cell.

"Oh my god.." He whispered before running down the hallway, ignoring a yelling Peter.

Tony took off down the halls, running past concerned people in the compound.

The elevator was blocked by guards, and he tried to reason, but gasped when a shot was heard.

"Dr. Stark-" Tony groaned and shoved him away, stepping in before it closed up. He cursed himself as yelling and screaming was heard from the bottom, and the doors opened.

He gasped when the sight of Stephen with a gun in his hand aiming for two guards came into view.

"STOP." He yelled, running out of the elevator and seeing Stephen avert his gaze to Tony.

"OH! You're finally here." Stephen quipped, taking the safety off and aiming for Tony. "Took you long enough sweetheart."

"Stephen.. what is this- what are you-.." Tony trailed off as he pieced everything together, a smile coming to his face.

"... You son of a bitch.." Tony whispered. Stephen smiled, and tightened his grip around the gun.

"Suprise..!" Stephen chimed, a laugh escaping his lips. Tony teared up.

"You tricked me so you could escape.. you planned this." He whispered.

"Tones, what are you talking about? What the hell-" Steve was cut off by a shushing sound.

"Shut up, pretty boy. Let Dr. Stark speak for one damn minute." Stephen walked over, and placed the gun to Tony's forehead, a smirk on his face. "Speak, sexy."

"Fuck. You." Tony whispered.

"You would want that, won't you?" Stephen giggled. "Talk!"

Steve growled and aimed higher at Stephen, his finger hovering over the trigger.

"You know I never loved you, right?" Stephen said, pressing the gun harder to Tony's forehead. "It was all an act just to get here."

"I figured.. but there was one flaw in your plan." The doctor said. "Steve, aim your gun at me."

"What?" The two said at the same time.

"Just do it, Steve. Aim, and shoot. Don't hesitate just do it when I say." Tony said. Steve gulped, and slowly raised his gun to Tony, visibly shaking. "You do love me. That's where it went wrong. If you wanted me dead.." Tony looked through his eyelashes at a stunned Stephen. "You would've shot me a long time ago. You're stalling to keep me breathing just by keeping that gun to my head. You don't wanna kill me.. you can't. And you know why..?"

"Because you grew feelings for me. Every touch, every kiss, every hug- your pulse. It grew when I made any contact with you. Your plan is flawed." Tony said mockingly. "So do us both a favor," He pushed himself into the gun. "Pull the trigger, pussy."

"I fucking will. Watch me." Stephen growled. Tony glared.

"Steve shoot upwards!" A shot rang out and Tony ducked under, kicking his leg under Stephen and causing him to fall back, the gun dropping. He leaned for it, grabbing it and aiming at Stephen as he stood straight. Stephen smirked devilishly. A laugh escaping past his lips.

"You can't do it, sweetheart. Pull the trigger. You can't."

"Stephen please.. don't make me do this.." Tears stung at Tony's eyes, his hands starting to shake.

"Pull. The trigger, baby boy. Go ahead," Stephen lunged forward and pressed his forehead against the gun. Tony sobbed quietly as his hands shook violently due to the gun's weight.

"I-.. I can't-"

"PULL THE TRIGG-!"

A shot rang out, and all was silent.

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