Here you are! Hope it’s okay, sorry the ending is a bit rubbish haha. <3
Prompt ‘Cursed Object’ taken from this list
‘’So what you’re saying is that this,’’ Tony lifts the locket, making it swing on its chain, ‘’is cursed?’’
Strange sighs, eyes closing and expression pinching before he looks at Tony again.
‘’No. I said that it might have some ancient properties of a dark nature attached to it.’’
Tony smirks as Strange’s glare intensifies.
‘’If it helps,’’ Peter calls from where he’s perched on the stairs, Strange’s cloak mimicking a similar position beside him, ‘’I found it in a box of old books and papers covered in weird writing.’’
‘’Did you keep the box?’’ Strange asks.
‘’Mister Stark put it in the freezer.’’
‘’What?’’ Tony says defensively as Strange levels him with another glare. ‘’That’s where I put all things that look dangerous or like they’ve been plucked out of a Stephen King novel.’’
Strange rolls his eyes and motions for his cloak to rejoin him before waving a hand to open a portal. ‘’Let’s just go, shall we? Before this conversation gives me more of a headache than it already has.’’
‘’Sure thing, Doc,’’ Tony says amiably, whirling the locket so the chain wraps around his finger.
‘’Would you please stop that,’’ Strange commands. ‘’We don’t know what properties it has. For all we know it could - ‘’
Both Tony and Strange jump as the locket suddenly shoots out of Tony’s grasp and flies towards Peter. The chain loops around one of his wrists and pulls tight, making Peter cry out in alarm. He pulls at it, fingers unable to fit in between metal and skin, before looking up in panic.
Tony hurries over, nanotech engulfing his left arm, ready to try and yank the chain off, but then Peter starts to scream. Sharp, shrill agonised screams that echo around the room in a piercing wave of noise.
Tony drops down and pulls the kid half into his lap while his hand grabs at the locket, crunching the rusty bronze casing in his fist to no avail. Peter writhes in his lap, eyes rolled back in his head and foam frothing in the corners of his mouth.
Strange mutters something under his breath and throws his hands out, a fierce spark of light whooshing out of his fingers and onto Peter, turning his entire body electric blue.
‘’What are you doing?’’ Tony yells as Peter continues to scream.
‘’Helping!’’ Strange snarls, face twisting with effort as he digs his feet into the ground and thrusts his arms forward, the light around Peter surging with a blinding brightness.
Tony turns his face away and buries it into Peter’s trembling neck, fingers still squeezing the locket with all his might, heart breaking at the relentless cries flying out of Peter’s mouth -
Then somebody laughs, sinister and dark. Tony looks up and finds himself face to face with something red-eyed and dripping fangs. A clawed hand falls into Tony’s hair and holds tight, making sure that he can’t look away.
‘’He is mine’’ it hisses. ‘’He is mine.’’
Tony grits his teeth, fury flooding his mind, his entire heart as he clutches Peter to his chest, fear melting away under the fire of sheer defiance.
‘’No,’’ Tony snarls, ‘’he’s not.’’
Strange yells and there’s a boom that shakes the floor, and then the locket cracks in Tony’s hand. The creature splits apart with a wrenching screech, shattering into pieces that coat the air with a dusty blackness and Peter goes lax in Tony’s arms.
‘’Kid,’’ Tony gives him a shake, cupping his pale face with one of his hands. ‘’Peter, wake up.’’
Strange squats beside them and presses the tips of his fingers to Peter’s chest. There’s a funny humming sound before Peter shoots upright, immediately curling his arms around Tony’s shoulders in a trembling hug.
‘’I got you, you’re okay,’’ Tony holds Peter tight as he gasps for air. ‘’It’s gone, it’s over.’’
‘’So it would seem,’’ Strange looks down at the broken remains of the locket with a frown.
‘’What was it?’’ Peter whispers into Tony’s neck.
‘’Don’t know, kiddo,’’ Tony replies, ‘’but it’s gone.’’ He glances at Strange. ‘’Nice work, Doc.’’
Strange gives him a tight smile before looking back at the locket.
‘It is gone,’‘ Tony demands, spotting the look of unease on Strange’s face. ‘‘Right?’‘
Strange looks at the huddled form of Peter within Tony’s arms, and the sheen of fear in his eyes is answer enough.
