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

“You’re not in Kansas anymore, Dorothy.”

What are you going to do, babe?

I was sitting out in Tom’s garden, staring up at the sky when Pierre appeared next to me. I glanced sideways at him. Then back up at the wispy clouds in the sky. I’d escaped out into the garden to give Tom and his brothers some space so they could talk about everything without me there.

“I don’t know. It seems so…trivial in comparison to what Peter is dealing with right now.” I scratched my chin. “What’s happening anyway? Thought you were staying with him?”

Pierre draped an arm around my shoulders and pulled me close. “He doesn’t need my help. EP would probably be more helpful to be honest.”

“Yeah? How d’you figure?”

Pierre shook his head. “Well, considering he’s from the same universe…”

“What I don’t get, is why you had to withhold that information from me.” I glanced up at him. I wasn’t angry about that, not really, more curious than anything else.

He sighed. “At the time, you wouldn’t have taken that too well. It was better this way.” His lips twitched. “Or, at least we thought so.” He ran his thumb along my cheek, an absent gesture. “EP…Raph shouldn’t have left his universe, though. It seems everything went to shit there, hence why Pete’s here…along with his sparkly friend.”

I frowned. “Sparkly?”

Pierre scratched at his own cheek. “Jon sparkles…I don’t know what causes it…”

I blinked. “You saw him?”

“A glimpse before I left. He was on top of a building…refusing to get down.” He rolled his eyes before looking down at me. “He seemed scared.” He touched my cheek lightly. “Anyway, enough about him. What’re you going to do about Tom?”

“Don’t know.” I sighed, leaning against him. “This whole thing with Spider-Man no longer being in the MCU. Social media has blown up completely over it.”

Pierre gave a rough snort. “Tom seems to be taking it okay.”

“I am now.”

We both started as Tom seemed to just appear in the garden next to us.

“What the Hell, Holland?” Pierre growled.

Tom held up his hands. “Sorry, dancer’s feet.”

I looked at him, narrowing my eyes. “Sure. You haven’t discovered some secret power all of a sudden?” I couldn’t see how he could just creep up on us. Especially as I knew how loud the door was to exit the building.

Tom laughed. “I wish.” He crouched next to us. “I still think maybe Peter could do something about this.”

I rolled my eyes. “He’s got more important-”

Argh, get away from me!

A blinding flash of light filled the garden and the three of us ducked for cover behind a tree – yeah…not that good a hiding spot, I know.

“Bloody Hell,” Tom exclaimed, just as a man none of us had ever seen before appeared in the middle of the yard.

I’ve seen him… Pierre shot me a look. It’s Jon.

Okay, a guy Tom and I had never seen before. And he was definitely some kind of shiny… his skin was iridescent, blues and purples. Like a…jelly fish. Ridiculous comparison I know.

Those thoughts happened in a matter of seconds as I stared at the figure before us. Jon looked like a deer caught in headlights, eyes wide, black hair dishevelled as he cast his gaze around the yard. I bit my lip, wondering whether we should try to do anything, when his gaze latched onto mine.

Before I, or anyone knew what had happened, the scenery around me vanished, and the people as well and I found myself in a dank, wet space. The sound of heavy breathing by my side and a soft iridescent glow, which barely illuminated the space, were the only sign that I wasn’t alone here.

“What the Hell?” I exclaimed out loud. My voice echoed too loud. I blinked hard, attempting to adjust my vision.

“I’m…I’m so sorry…can’t see…” An unrecognisable voice, all gravel. “What’s happening?

I resisted the urge to roll my eyes. “You tell me. Our eyes locked and suddenly we’re…wherever this is.” I reached out my hands to feel around the space. What felt like damp cement surrounded us. “A cellar?”

Jon groaned. “I need to…” He paused then I felt him turn a little. “Don’t freak out.”

I scoffed, “You telling me that? Or yourself?”

“Just…” His voice faltered as the glow around him brightened enough for us to both be able to see. “I kinda have a glowing issue.”

I decided laughing probably wasn’t the right response to that statement. Instead, I nodded and smiled at him in commiseration. “I heard. Peter explained a little.”

His brow furrowed at the mention of the web-slinger’s name. “Parker’s a good man. He’s the only person who tolerates my idiocy.”

I raised my eyebrows. “He says you’re a prince.”

“Of a small province in Jersey State, yes. I’m more a pain in everyone’s butts, though.” He shook his head, holding up the palms of his hands. “If I’d just listened to Fury and stayed put…I wouldn’t have almost caused a national disaster.”

“A disaster?”

Jon grunted. “Experiment gone wrong…luckily for the rest of the country it only got me.” He looked down at his hands and turned them over so I could see clearly.

I watched as tiny sparks of lightning travelled across the skin. “Is that?”

Jon’s lip curled. “Yeah, I’m basically made of plasma…it’s not fun.”

I tilted my head, but made the decision not to ask him to explain because we had much more pressing issues. How to get out of this situation. Because I had no idea where we were, I couldn’t teleport from the place. Pierre and EP could both teleport at will. I wasn’t sure where Jon, or Peter, stood on that front. Now seemed like a good time to find out.

“I can’t see a door…where is this?” I asked, trying to keep the panic from my voice.

Jon exhaled roughly, before pressing the palms of his hands against the wall and closing his eyes. They snapped open a moment later and he held his hand out to me.

“I know where we are. You’re probably not going to like this.”

I grasped his hand without hesitating. The tingling sensation as our palms connected was a result of the lightning on his skin. It wasn’t an unpleasant feeling, though maybe it was the adrenaline pumping through my veins that was making it easier to handle. That or I was slowly becoming desensitised to weird things. Maybe both.

“Just get us out of here, please.”

He gave me a look that held a measure of respect before he teleported us out of the darkness.

Moments later we were standing in a large marbled courtyard in absolute silence. As I turned slowly on the spot, getting my bearing, I realised one thing with absolute certainty…

Jon smirked as he appeared next to me, reading my mind. “You’re not in Kansas anymore, Dorothy.”