Everyone was reclining on the couches, exhausted after the Nightmare episode. Peter, however, being the restless teenager that he was,was examining the Sanctuumm. Stephen had given up trying to convince him to not do that.

Hamlet was blankly gazing at the ceiling, Horatio's words having zero effect. After the episode,he hadn't even opened his mouth once,which was beginning to worry the others.

If Stephen had been paying more attention then he would have noticed Peter's anxious face. He would have noticed him biting his lip. However he did not.

Sherlock had nodded off to sleep. John was looking around the place. Ophelia was composing a song in her head,which she planned to sing after returning.

Wanda was sitting on the couch as well,head in hand. Everyone else had given up on trying to get her to speak and not blame herself.

They had decided to continue their trip in the modern world. Stephen would have to disguise them however. It would not do to have 3 Benedict Cumberbatch lookalikes roaming on the streets. Imagine the chaos it would create.

Mhmm,you mean the fun that would happen.

Wong had retreated to his sanctuary,the library and was staying there currently.

Stephen was reading a book himself. It was in Sanskrit. It detailed the different beings of the multiverse.

Suddenly John noticed a strong wind outside which was blowing things away through the doors of the Sanctuumm. He frowned.

Peter stopped any pretense of looking around and turned around to observe the disturbance, waiting for the perfect opportunity.

Hamlet suddenly stood up, making Horatio,who was sitting beside him jump and proclaimed,

"Something is happening outside,I think that we ought to check it."

Check it AND deal with it,you mean.

They ran outside to see a purplish black wind which was blowing everything away and replacing them with it. Immediately sparkling shields appeared around Stephen's hands,Sherlock and John took out their revolvers,red mists gleamed around Wanda's hands,Hamlet placed a hand on his sword,which was concealed, Ophelia reached for the dagger she had obtained somehow and Horatio took a rod. I mean he was a scholar,not a fighter.

Get on with it already,Mr. Drama Queens.

Stephen blew away the mists for quite a distance with the Winds of Watoomb but they kept returning. Sherlock frowned,"What is going on?"

The others shrugged as they ran towards the disturbance.

Knock knock!
Who's there?
Me.
Me who?
Me,who has come to take over your planet.

Sorry,for the lame joke.

When they reached the sight,Stephen was shocked to see a tear in the sky. The mist was coming from there. What was happening?

Peter muttered,"I think that the destruction of the Infinity Stones is unravelling the fabric of the Multiverse. It's a matter of time,an Otherworldly being tried to conquer Earth again."

Sherlock frowned and looked at Peter, wondering how he knew all this. Because as far as he knew Peter had come to know of Infinity Stones barely a year ago. To top it off,he was a teenager. Again his lack of knowledge of capable sorcerers made him hit a dead end.

If this man had been a book critic then I shudder to think of the things he would write and the excessive number of plotholes that he would find.

Stephen nodded and made a few hand gestures. Thread like strands of energy wove themselves into the tear. The tear did not close,however but it was stalled temporarily atleast.

"Who was it? Which dimension?" Sherlock asked Stephen before the latter could utter a single word.

"Dormammu,Dark Dimension,"Stephen answered robotically,the shields around his hands fading. What they did not notice were the people staring at them in shock. Stephen started pacing on the street in thought and anxiety.

"What am I supposed to do now? The Time Stone has been lost,reduced to atoms. Now I can't bargain with him like before. What am I supposed to do? Arghhhhh." He was on the verge of tearing his hair out when Peter said meekly,

"You could take the time stone from another universe. The atoms of the different stones have gathered at different places. It was only a matter of time before they would reform and rejoin but they are all messed up,here and there."

Now was the time for Stephen to stare at Peter in shock.

"How do you know all this?" Behind the mask,he could not see Peter's frightened expression so Peter was safe till then.

"I-I-I theorised it. And well you would know how I know it,when you go there."

Stephen raised and eyebrow as Peter glared defiantly back at him.

Ugh,mortals and their staring contests.

At the end Peter won out as Stephen sighed. That kid. Also in retrospection,he had no reason to lie so he could trust him. But the point was that how he knew so much.

"I swear that I would tell you all after you finish dealing with this threat. I promise. Do I need to sign a contract for that? Take an oath by—"

Stephen held up a single trembling hand,"Nope,thanks. I trust you,Peter that's why I am going to listen to you. So now tell me where is the Time Stone, according to your 'sources'."

Peter grinned brightly. They did not notice the crowd gathering behind them or the whispers that were gradually growing in volume.

"Hey, isn't that the mysterious neurosurgeon,who disappeared a few years back?"

"What is Sherlock and Hamlet doing here?"

"Is that Eurus Holmes?"

"That's Ophelia."

"Ohhhhhh."

"Do me a favour and tell me whether I am seeing things or are there really three Benedict Cumberbatches together."

"Well if you are seeing things then so am I and the rest of us."

"How is that even possible?"

"What is Martin Freeman doing here? Wasn't he shooting for some movie in some other place?"

"Hey, isn't that the fugitive,Spiderman?"

"You are right. What is he doing with them?"

"Planning to kill them all, probably, don't you remember Mysterio?"

"Oh God,call the police someone,this is so surreal. "

"Please we have seen spaceships,world decimation and everything and now you are shocked? This is probably some cloning stuff going on."

"What's going on?"

Everyone was understandably shocked. Now, imagine,you were walking on the streets of New York and was suddenly stopped by a purple mist. After that purple mist receeded,you rushed to see what was going on and was met with three photocopies of the same person,all famous people,literary or otherwise. And then you see a person resembling an actor who is on the other side of the world and is most definitely not stepping foot in New York,anytime soon. And then you see the others too and then a person who has been declared a murderer by everyone and there is a huge sum of money on his head. The what are you supposed to think?

The gang turned to see the press and everything gathered behind them.

Meh,this grows funnier and chaotic.