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2006
It was just any average day at the sanctum. All the sorcerers bustled around an arm full of books held against their side and forearms, others out back pushing yellow sparks from their fingers as they practiced their magic.
Though as far as they all knew the day wasn’t going to be any normal day. Right outside a sleek red car pulled up, a women with brown hair exited the vehicle opening the back door. With a bit of work she was able to pull out a small boy with similar brown hair to her own. His hair was a mop of brown curls, with matching brown eyes being very similar to bambi.
She sighed placing the boy at the stairs out front. She quickly knocked against the door before she swiftly turned running off into the vehicle, it quickly driving away the tires leaving behind streaks of black against the road as it zoomed off.
At the time near said door was a recently established sorcerer. A man with fading brown hair, crystal blue eyes and a light stubble against his face.
As he heard the knock against it he quickly turned with furrowed brows. His red cap swished behind him as he turned toward the large doors. He flicked his wrist the door snapping opening, a breeze of wind harshly coming in.
Then thats when a small pair of bambi brown eyes connected with crystal blue.
Quentin looked surprised at the young boy who had just shifted his whole body to look into the building. The sorcerer's mouth was agape looking at the young child sitting before him. He hadn’t moved until a feminine voice interrupted his second of shock. The voice caused him to jolt, and quickly turn only to come face to face with the Ancient One.
Quentin quickly bowed his head at his master, before looking up in slight worry waiting for her to speak.
“Quentin, what are you doing with the door open? You’re going to let flies in”.
He sputtered his words his hands clasping around each other as he quickly glanced at the kid still sitting outside. The Ancient One rose an eyebrow as she leaned over to look behind the sorcerer.
Her eyes widen slightly as they made contact with the young boy.
“Who’s this”?
The women asked softly.
Quentin continued to sputter before he instinctively shrugged.
The Ancient One had then sighed pushing the man to the side as she walked outside toward the child. She kneeled beside him who was now looking at her in curiosity.
“You’re pretty”.
He mumbled his cheeks dusting pink as he looked down at his small chubby hands that where now clasped together in his lap.
The Ancient One gave a quiet laugh as she held out her frail hand to the boy.
He hesitated for a moment before his much smaller hand clasped around hers.
She gave a small smile as she stood the boy following suit.
“Whats your name little one”.
“Peter”.
He mumbled as he looked down at his feet.
“Can you do me a favor and set up a room for him”?
The sorcerer supreme asked keeping her all attention to Peter.
Quentin's eyes widen before he bowed his head to his master, then quickly scattered off.
“Whats your name”?
Peter mumbled looking up at the women.
“I’m the Ancient One”.
“Thats a weird name, you look like a Tilda”.
She grinned a tight lipped smile.
“Then you can call me Tilda”.
2008
The small TV in Peters room glowed. The now 7 year old sat between the legs of Carol Danvers. A women generously taken in by the sorcerers to learn to control her new found powers and regain her memories.
She had her arms comfortably wrapped around the young boys middle as he sat between her legs, his eyes glowing in curiosity at the TV.
“And the truth is….I am Ironman”.
Peters eyes only seemed to glow in admiration, Carols giving a small smile at the boys enthusiasm.
“Carol look! He’s a superhero! Just like us”!
She grinned lifting the boy from the floor quickly standing up, she then had began to swing the boy around. He squealed in delight his palms tightly clasping onto Carol’s wrist as he was spun around.
The two continued to swing the only sounds heard were their happy laughs.
Quentin stood outside the room his hand raised to knock on the wooden door. The laughs echoed through the halls causing a small smile to Becks face.
Though after a few more moments of waiting Becks knuckled gently hit the door a small knock sounding against it. The laughter stopped and it was silent for a moment before small feet pitter pattered against the ground, the door creaking open. The little face of Peter peeking from behind it.
“Whazzup Mr. Beck”?
Quinten chuckled ruffling the boys brown curls causing Peter to giggle, and then push the mans hand away.
“The Ancient One wants to see you”.
“You mean Tilda”?
Quinten rolled his eyes before giving a nod. He then had gently flicked Peters nose. The boy scrunching it while giving a slight giggle.
“Go on now creepy crawly”.
Beck spoke pushing Peter off toward the direction of the Sorcerer Supreme . The boy had nodded at the older man before making his way toward Tilda.
2010
Peter wore an Ironman mask. While each of his hands were held. His right hand tightly held in Quentins, and his left grasped in Carols.
The two adults gently swung him as they walked around the Stark Expo. His tongue was out in concentration as his eyes focused through the eyes of the ironman mask.
Mid step Peter quickly let go of the elders hands to excitedly point at a small churro stand. Quinten rolled his eyes, while gently thunking the top of the boys helmet before making his way to the sugary treat. Carol grinned, her hand rubbing against the boys back as they sat waiting for their travel companion.
Though the moment of peace was quickly disrupted by chaos. Silver coated robots began to shoot. People screamed grabbing the hands of their friends and family before running off in a panic.
Carols eyes widen as she tightly grasped the younger boys hand. The drone instantly started to fly toward the pair. The blond growled pushing Peter to her side her hand glowing yellow as she aimed it at the on coming bot, before shooting out a blast that had instantly destroyed it.
Before Carol could continue to shoot one drone hit her from behind causing her to fly and fall into the middle of the crowd.
Peters eyes widen his hands tightly grasping the bottom of his helmet.
“Carol”?
He softly questioned his lip quivering in slight fear.
A loud clank interrupted the boys thoughts. A bot had landed in front of him.
Peter took a deep breath before holding out his palm, the cloth blaster pointing at the drone. The gun on the drones shoulder pointed at the him, he didn’t even cower.
He just stood confident the cloth repulser staying pointed at the bot. Within seconds of the standoff something landed behind him. Then the enemy was destroyed before his eyes.
Peter turned in confusion, only for his eyes to widen at what he saw. Standing behind him was ironman.
“Nice work kid”.
Ironman spoke before flying off. Peter stood frozen his eyes widen in surprise. He stood still like that for a moment until a familiar voice called out ot him.
“Peter”!
The boys bambi brown eyes turned toward the incoming form of Quentin. The man ran up to the small boy hugging him close to his chest. Peter pulled off his mask his cheek squishing into Becks shoulder.
“Are you ok”?
The sorcerer asked his hand finding its way into the boys brown curls. Peter nodded his little hands gripping Becks shoulder.
“Yeah, I just think I’m a superhero now”.