Status: Just a fun random story for you guys (feat. Tom Holland)

EP and Boy Wonder: The Tale of Pierre Bouvier and the Part Plasma Prince

“Researching my next novel.”

Somehow we ended up at Tom’s apartment. One he shared with his twin brother’s Sam and Harry. Luckily, they were out, Tom wasn’t sure where, but we’d have some privacy for a couple of hours. Which was a good thing because more revelations were afoot.

“So, why are you even here?” Tom said, as he flopped onto a couch in the spacious living room. Tessa jumped up next to him and he absently scratched behind her ears as he looked pointedly at Peter.

“Me?” Peter asked, raising his eyebrows. “Well, to be honest, EP asked me to come help Marly with her story…but, that’s just part of the reason.” He glanced at me. “I was already in this universe for someone else.”

I tilted my head. “Explain.”

Peter shook his head. “Like I said, Fury asked me to investigate what was going on with the rent between our worlds…and a friend of mine managed to slip passed me as I came through.” The way the word “friend” slipped from his mouth made me think that this person was not a friend of his.

“Loki?” I hazarded a guess.

Tom gave a soft snort of derision.

Peter chuckled. “Nah, everyone knows Loki’s been here for ages. No. It’s not anyone you would know.” He rubbed at his face. “He’s a Prince from my city. And he’s annoying.”

“A Prince?” EP spoke up from where he was leaning in the doorway – he was always leaning in doorways…

Peter nodded. “Yes. Though he’s just Jonathan McGregor to me.”

It was my turn to exclaim, “He’s not a real person.”

Tom gave me a funny look. “I’m slowly learning that that’s not exactly true. Surprised that you would say that.”

Peter laughed again. “It’s alright, Tom. I get why she said that.” He looked straight at me. “I should’ve mentioned, apart from superhero’s being real…people who are fictional in this world actually exist as real people in mine.”

EP smirked and said, “Maybe he’s the Part Plasma Prince.”

I was about to poo-poo that theory when Peter replied in a grim tone, “You’re not far off the mark, Raph. Our Jon has a little problem, that we don’t want getting out to the whole world.” He started to pace. “Which is why I need to find him.”

I blinked and then moved so I was sitting on Tessa’s other side. She turned from Tom and sniffed at my shirt before deciding to flop over my lap.

Tom rolled his eyes. “She likes you.”

I smiled. “She knows I’m a dog person…she reminds me of my old staffy that I had…” I bit my lip, realising I was trying to distract myself from what Peter was talking about. I couldn’t do that, though, because I could tell he was a little stressed. “Sorry, Peter…how are you planning on doing that? Especially since he’s probably back in Perth…and I brought you guys all the way here to London…”

Peter stopped pacing and looked at me. “Well, as luck would have it, there’s someone I need to see here in London, so it all works out.”

Tom was staring hard at his double with a thoughtful expression. “You know something that’s strange?”

“What’s that?”

“You’re not American.”

“Oh?” Peter frowned. “What do you mean?”

“You’re accent is more like mine. Isn’t Spider-Man meant to be from Queens?”

I looked at him as well. “Tom’s right you know. In our world, Peter Parker is from New York.”

Peter said with a grin, “He’s also not real in your world. I am real, though and I’m definitely not from Queens. Well, not from the Queens you might be familiar with. The American accent didn’t become a thing in my universe. We all speak with what’s known as the Cultivated Accent. It’s probably closer to what you would call an English accent.” He shrugged. “Why’d you point it out anyway?”

Tom shook his head. “Just thought it was strange, is all.”

Peter rolled his eyes. “Well, this has been enlightening-”

The sound of a key in the door and a voice calling out, “Oi, Tom, we’re home!” shut Peter up and he vanished right in front of us.

Tom blinked then looked at EP and I and mouthed, “Maybe you should go too?”

I shook my head even as EP disappeared as well. Before I could do the same, Tom’s brothers came into the living room.

“Hey? Who’s the lady?” One brother with curly red hair squinted at me, the other brother who had dark wavy hair a little longer than Tom echoed his question.

Tom groaned, sitting up to greet them. “She’s an author. From Australia.”

“What’s she doing here?” Curly hair asked.

“Researching my next novel,” I answered, holding my hand out to him and raising my eyebrows.

“Oh, I’m Harry,” Curly hair said as he grasped my hand and shook it. Then he jerked his chin at his twin. “And this is Sam. He’s my twin.”

I smiled. “Nice to meet you. I’ve never been called a lady before.” I shook Sam’s hand as well as Tom tried to hide a laugh.

“You don’t think you’re a lady?” Harry asked.

I rolled my eyes. But didn’t bother answering the question. “Next question?”

Sam said, “What’s the novel you’re researching?”

I frowned a little realising that Tom kind of put me on the spot there. The story was still kind of a joke…it had been more EP’s idea than mine. “Well, it’s still in the early stages. Thought your brother could help me out.”

“How exactly? He’s just an actor.”

Tom raised his eyebrows at his brothers. “Excuse me?”

“You know what I mean, Tom.”

“I hear he wants to be a director one day.”

Harry looked at me. “Maybe you need to write a screenplay, not a novel.”

I lifted my shoulders. “Maybe.” I was about to say something else when a loud scream rent the air outside the window.

The four of us made for the window and looked down into the back yard.

“It’s Paddy, our younger brother,” Sam pointed out.

Tom shoved the window open and yelled, “What’re you screaming at, lad?”

Paddy glanced up at us then pointed across the yard, “There’s some guy in a Spider-Man suit just standing there.”

We followed his gaze and I groaned inwardly. Peter-Spider-Man-was leaning against a tree, watching the yard. Tom cast a sharp look at me as if to say, do something.

I rolled my eyes at him.

Tom shook his head then called out to his younger brother. “Just get up here…”

“Yeah and we’ll call the police,” Sam added.

Paddy glanced toward Peter who was still standing there, unmoving, unblinking… way to be creepy, Pete.

His gaze flicked up toward me. I’ll be up there in a moment.

I scowled. You just have to be able to do that… I blinked coming out of my reverie as I heard the brothers arguing about whether they should call the police.

“Whoa, whoa…” I stepped in between them. “No one’s calling the police.”

Tom didn’t defend me as his brothers all glared at me.

“Some creep cosplaying as Spider-Man scared our little brother in our garden. And you’re telling us we shouldn’t call the cops?” Sam took a step toward me, I breathed in hard just as a throat was cleared from the direction of the window.