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

“Why, hello.”

~Pierre~

Tom stood staring at the spot where Marly used to be for quite some time before looking over at me. “Would now be a good time for me to tell you that I was lying about the dancer’s feet?”

I snorted. “Kid, I knew you could teleport the day I met you.”

Tom raised his left eyebrow at me. “Right?”

I smiled and said, “The day you met Marly, sure…EP kinda kidnapped you. But, you were actually able to resist the initial contact.”

Tom scowled. “He still made me appear in her kitchen against my will.”

I shook my head. “That’s beside the point. He couldn’t bring you with him directly. You followed him. Which can only be done by those who are able to teleport on their own.” I could see the disbelief on the young actor’s face and so I added, “Of course, EP still forced the issue.” I sighed. “You aren’t able to stop someone from triggering your desire to teleport.”

Tom folded his arms over his chest and glared at me. “Are you saying that subconsciously, he convinced me to follow him?”

“Basically.” I shook my head. “But, none of that matters except that, we need to find where Marly and Jon disappeared to.”

Tom glanced around the yard again. “I can’t just leave. My brothers will wonder where I’ve gone.”

I could tell he was anxious, but that was nothing to how I was feeling. It’s not like Marly disappearing was an every day occurrence and, unlike EP, I didn’t know anything about Jonathan McGregor.

“Question, Holland.”

He paused as he was starting to head back to the apartment. “Yeah?”

“Do your brothers know?”

Tom scoffed. “Yeah, right. As if I’m going to tell them I can disappear on them.”

I rolled my eyes. “You should tell them. If they can keep a secret.”

Tom laughed. “I can’t keep a secret.”

I just raised my eyebrows at his statement.

He waved a hand at me. “Well, aside from being able to teleport.”

“Tell them.” I squinted at the spot where Marly and Jon disappeared from, noting the trace of her aura that was hanging in the air. “I’m going after them. Come if you want to help.”

Tom scrunched his face up then muttered, “I’ll find you.”

I nodded before vanishing after Marly, following her trail.

******

They were in a large atrium filled with birds. All sorts of song birds. Larks, canaries, magpies. Marly and Jonathan were framed by an arch, facing each other, deep in conversation. I stepped out from where I materialised.

“Why, hello.” I announced my presence in a sharp tone.

Marly shifted her gaze toward me, pupils dilated a little. “Pierre? You found us.”

“Oui. Thank God for that.” I walked over to them and glowered at the Prince who looked suitably chagrined. “Why the Hell did you take her?”

Jon shook his head at me, refusing to meet my gaze. “I freaked out. It was not intentional.” He glanced at Marly, apologetic before finally looking at me. “You shouldn’t be here.”

I couldn’t be bothered responding to such an obvious statement, instead choosing to look around the atrium. “This your world?”

“We’re inside the Jersey Palace. Jon lives here most of the year,” Marly explained. They’d evidently talked about it. Which didn’t upset me as much as I thought it would. Then again it wasn’t like I was the one with a jealousy problem. That was always EP’s issue.

I turned and ran my hand along the bars of the aviary. “The birds mean anything?”

The Prince sighed. “They bring me peace.” He held out his hands so I could see the lightning that played along the surface of his skin. “I cannot lose control.” He sighed again, eyes narrowing as he cast his gaze away from us again. “I need Parker.”

A soft whoosh caught our attentions and we turned to see both Peter and Tom appear, the latter looking bewildered, yet determined, and the former just looking frustrated.

“You really need to quit disappearing on me, Your Highness,” Peter grumbled.

Marly spoke up, “Why’d you bring Tom?”

Peter glanced at Tom then back at us, shaking his head. “I didn’t.”

Tom gave Marly a half smile. “I got here on my own.”

“What?”

“Could we please focus?” Jon interrupted, looking hard at Peter.

Peter strode right up to the Prince and leaned in tight, speaking in a voice filled with gravel. “I am not your babysitter, Highness. But, I am part of your security detail and you need to take my directives seriously.” He poked a finger in his chest. “Fury instructed me to see what was going on in the world that Raphael gatecrashed, and you were meant to stay put.” He scowled round at Tom, Marly and I. “And bringing these three here? I don’t know how many statutes you’ve stepped on. But, you’ll have to answer to the Council.” He took a deep breath before turning to look at Marly who still looked confused. “By the way, your friend, Tom. He can teleport because he and I share the same genetics. Doesn’t matter that we’re from different universes.”

Marly squeezed her eyes shut, shaking her head, turning to look at me instead of Peter.

I came over to stand with her, folding her into my arms, giving her support. “It’s the same reason I can do the things I can do. Raphael and I are genetically linked.” I didn’t understand how that worked. I just knew that was how things were. EP said as much. I guess that’s why no one outside of our inner circle could tell the difference between us. Marly could, and I obviously knew that I was myself…

Peter smiled, nodding, but the smiled faded as he looked at Tom. “I still haven’t figured out the reason behind all this. But, it is one of my goals to discover the source.” He glowered at the Prince. “But, first I have to escort His Highness to an audience with Nick Fury.”

“What about us?” Marly asked.

The Prince said, quietly, “Might be best if you wait here…I’m sure Fury will want to meet you.”

I grimaced at that, but said nothing. To be honest I was intrigued. And I could tell that both Tom and Marly were as well, because they both nodded in acquiesce to Jon.

When the Prince and Peter left the atrium, Tom said as an afterthought, “Wonder if Fury will be a clone of Samuel L Jackson?”

Marly giggled. “Peter told me that all fictional characters in our world are real in his world…so…what if Samuel L Jackson is Mace Windu…and Nick Fury?”

I snorted. Asking the important questions here, weren’t we. Guess it beat stressing.