Peter Parker was sitting surrounded on all sides by the adults. They obviously didn't believe him.

At this rate, it seems that I would have to tweak their minds or do something to actually make them believe him. Think!

"But how do you, a commoner know where the time stone of another dimension is? You are NOT a Sorcerer, everyone knows that,"Wong said with a scowl.

Peter shrugged.

"Unless you do want to world to end you can keep interrogating me, messrs,"Peter stated firmly.

Everyone exchanged looks. The mediaeval trio decided to keep silent for they couldn't understand half the things that were being spoken.

Finally Stephen cleared his throat.

"Where is it?"

Peter smiled thinly.

"Don't ask how I know it or why,"he handed them a piece of paper with the location scribbled on it.

Stephen blankly stared at it, before passing it to Wong who looked at Peter.

Except Peter wasn't there. Wong looked around but he didn't find Peter anywhere. He had simply vanished.

Hear me and rejoice. You all have been privileged to witness my magic.

Sherlock looked dazed and Wong noticed that Wanda had disappeared as well. Stephen blinked and looked back noticing it as well.

"Where is Peter?" he asked Wong with a frown.

Wong shrugged, worried as well.

"He left,"Sherlock said in a dreamy voice.

"Sherlock, you alright?" John said, frowning. Hearing his words, he seemed to snap back to reality.

"Yes, of course,"he snapped back at his best friend, who raised an eyebrow in disbelief.

"What the hell just happened here?" Ophelia snapped, annoyed for some reason.

"No idea,"John replied.

"Didn't you guys, like, see anything?" Stephen asked.

"I don't remember,"Sherlock admitted, clutching his head. He was frustrated with his inability to figure out who was behind this.

"I don't know either, my memory seems to have been wiped,"John said uneasily.

"I have no idea what is going on. I was reading a book, for the love of God,"Horatio grumbled, looking away.

"I dunno, for a moment I looked away and when I looked back, no one was there,"Hamlet said with a shrug.

"Is this something that happens here on a regular basis?" Ophelia asked, creeped out.

No my fair lady, it only happened because I decided to intervene in their mundane course of life to make it more interesting and productive.

Stephen shook his head. He was beginning to get really worried.

For the love of—

He got up from his seat and went to a specific corner and stood there for a long time, head bowed deep in thought. Sherlock paced the room, annoyed with the error in his methods due to the lack of knowledge in these matters. Wong took the slip of paper and began to read it aloud.

"Earth 206. Lonely Mountain, Erebor. Lair of Smaug."

John choked on thin air and Sherlock stopped pacing.

YeP.

Hamlet frowned.

"Where is this place?"

Horatio, who had been incidentally reading the Hobbit looked up, disbelievingly.

"The LONELY MOUNTAIN?" John said,"You have got to be kidding me."

"Nah, he isn't,"Stephen said, appearing right behind him.

John whirled around.

"For the love of God, stop doing that. There are legit three people with the same voice in this room and if you guys decide to do this, it will lead to confusion."

Stephen just smirked.

John gave him a death glare.

Hamlet cleared his throat.

For a royal, he was getting frustrated, having everyone order him about and not being able to do a thing or protest or anything at all.

Everyone looked at him expectantly.

He licked his lips, before saying,

"Why are we actually fighting? This world is weird enough, can't we just go to that Lonely Mountain and just like, get the thing you want and just do the thing and not kill the world while doing so or something?" He said, waving his hands for the emphasis.

The modern troupe exchanged looks before John said,

"Yes, but the thing is that, this place is, like fictonal—"

Hamlet gave him a blank look.

"Fictional? I am fictional in your world and yet, I am, standing in front of you," he said, shrugging.

John opened his mouth and the closed it, for lack of a better answer.

Stephen sighed.

"The only issue is that, this isn't a credible source."

"Well," Ophelia said, "Do you have a better plan? A better idea? Or do you know where the stone is? Or anything? I mean, it's not like you have anything to lose or something."

"Because, technically time travels differently in other dimensions, if I am not wrong so we won't have much of a loss as it is. And it's not like, it is a huge task or something. You just have to get it from a dragon," Sherlock said, shrugging his shoulders.

John suddenly coughed but covered it up.

Stephen sighed and looked at Wong, who looked back at him. They conversed silently that way before Stephen sighed.

"Fine then. We would give it a try. Smuag, I am fire, I am death, here we come," he said with fake enthusiasm.

Horatio looked at the wall in front of him.

"That damned spider."

Ehehehehehehehehehe.