Nightmare floated down and landed on the ground.

I told him,"Did you understand?"

He nodded vigorously.

"Good." I licked my lips. They imprisoned had gone still. They were so unmoving that I was tempted to check their pulse.

"So how are we supposed to bring them back,"Spiderman asked.

I looked at him,"There's a way if you are willing to risk it."

He stared at me,"Anything for the sake of humanity and life in general." I admired his bravery.

"See,I will send you to the Dream Dimension or more specifically the Nightmare Realm. I, myself,stay back to prevent any damage to the physical world. When you get there,you will by default be sucked into a nightmare. I don't know you well enough to guess it but let me tell you this. Whatever you see,Parker is false. It's not true. Remember that and you will be fine."

His face had adopted an inscrutable expression. My mind was still reeling from the fact that he had agreed to trust me with his secret when he was on the run from the world. Well in his words,I had trusted him with mine so it was fair for him to trust me with his. I still wonder how could a complete stranger trust me so easily when my own father hadn't?

"So when do you plan to send me there?"

"Whenever you are ready."

"Oh I am ever-ready. I want a break from running."

My lips quirked into a wry smile as I teleported his astral form to the Nightmare Realm. He fell down in my arms like a rag doll and I put him on the sofa and sat down to wait.

Peter did not fancy sleeping nowadays. All his dreams were more or less plagued by Mr. Stark,who he had failed to save because he was not good enough. Everyone had tried to convince him of the contrary and he had almost believed in that lie until Mysterio happened. Or rather the fraud, Quentin Beck happened.

He had come here with the previous knowledge that he would be sucked into a nightmare but still no one can ever be prepared for this.

A house was shown. Uncle Ben was coming out of that house. Who he had failed to save. But strangely enough he did not feel that crushing sense of guilt and despair which was what he felt when he thought of Mr. Stark. Instead he felt a sense of longing.

He however remembered the instructions he had been given and willed his mind to resist force of Nightmare. Eventually the scene changed and he was standing in front of the devil himself.

Stephen Strange was seriously wondering what the heck was happening. He had noticed Peter and was on the verge of smacking his head when Nightmare spoke,

"'Tis strange."

Seriously people? One day he was going to time travel to when his ancestors had decided to take the name Strange and actually tell them the problems with having your last name Strange.

"What is? The fact that you realised that you are not as powerful as you claimed to be?" Ophelia could out-snark anyone given the chance.

"Merely that more people are happily coming into my territory. Feels like this is a vacation spot."

"I beg your pardon?"

"You may Miss Polonius. Just look behind you."

No sooner had he head so than a web shot out, engulfing him in the sticky substance.

"Spiderman to the rescue,"Peter said cheekily as he swung upwards and cocooned Nightmare in his webbing. However his horse tried to help, pouncing on Peter. Peter ducked and shot a web at it as he yelled,"Could use a bit of help here, Doc."

Stephen's hands clicked into action as he conjured red ropes to bind the horse just as Nightmare tried to break free. He pulled the horse towards him and willed it to disappear,he could not be cruel to animals, whatever they might be. Ophelia and Sherlock hung back awkwardly as they saw the whole scene be acted out in front of them.

Stephen now conjured mystical binds to keep Nightmare in place even as he resembled a caterpillar in a cocoon.

He made a few hand motions and Nightmare shrunk intl the size of a small house cat. He then conjured a box with spells to keep him in and shut the lid and locked it.

He began in a threatening voice,"If you do not release them then we will eventually after torturing the hell out of you."

A sneering voice could be heard from inside.

"I have no fears."

"Yes you have. Fear of losing control." Sherlock inputed.

A snarl could be heard.

"Fine. I will. But release me first. I would get my way as it is. The apocalypse is nearing everyday."

"First fulfill your side of the bargain."

Another snarl could be heard.

Then the numerous doors opened.

Stephen, Sherlock, Ophelia and Peter looked at each other as everyone returned to their physical bodies.

Horatio and John came panting.

"What in the name of God happened?"

"What the hell is going on?"

"Did you defeat him?"

"Yup,Doc has got him in a box." Peter said.

Horatio and John then began apologising for their uselessness. Everyone assured them that it was perfectly fine.

They looked at the box. Stephen shrugged,"I plan to leave him here like this. Any objections?"

There were none. He smiled as he dropped the box on the floor and made a hand gestures and all of them returned to their physical bodies.

Stephen could have sworn that he saw a green glimmer when he opened his eyes but it was gone when he looked again.

After days of being on the run,Peter had grown quite convincing at half-truths and outright lies.

But that was what was required for the moment being.

A lie.

For the safety of the world.