Previously:

After de escalating the situation and figuring out there's more to it, (as well as a surprise visit from Phil "Agent" Coulson) Tony makes the decision to transport everyone back to the tower in order to prevent the media from invading. Tony calls in a quinjet but toothless and hiccup are wary at first. Thankfully they board and start heading back to the power.

Refer to the last chapter for Hiccup's recollection of the recent events

Now (Peter's POV)

Looking back over at Hiccup as we take off, I notice that he is not quite holding himself right; he looks like he's in pain. I'm surprised I didn't pick up on this before. He lets out a shudder and I step forward anxiously, reaching out but hesitant to actually touch him. Mr Stark steps up next to me.

"Hey, hey!" I try to get his attention, because he doesn't seem to be very present. "Are you...are you alright man?" I ask Hiccup, concerned. He blinks a few times then glances in my direction, not quite focussing his eyes, before nodding and waving me off. The dragon looks at him and lets out a sad sound, seemingly concerned.

"Yeah, I'm fine it's just..." his words are slurring slightly, which worries me. "...the sky."

I look at Mr Stark, concerned. He's put down his drink (coffee) and has sat forward to eye Hiccup.
"Fri, give us a scan." He says as he taps the side of his sunglasses.

"Karen can you sync Friday's scan?" I ask, curious and not wanting to be left out of the know.
"Certainly, Peter." She responds, a small box popping up on screen. It's loading, as Friday is still scanning. An in-depth scan apparently.
"Thanks." I mumble.

"Hey, Pep." I look up, realising Mr Stark must have started a call.
"What's going on, Tony? The news is blowing up!" Comes Pepper's response.
"Yeah, long story. Anyway we're bringing a man with us. He's not looking that great."
"You're coming here, to the tower?"
"Yep, could—"
"I'll clear the priority Med bay."
"And can—"
"And page the NDA doctors on stand-by, Yes."
"What would I do without you?"
"Crash and burn."

The call ends, in good timing too, because the scan is finally complete. Mr Stark sees this, "Alright, lay it on me fri."
Sure enough, a blue hologram of Hiccup pops up in front of us that has several red areas highlighted, which highlight as Friday speaks through the jet's speakers.

"Multiple lacerations and contusions in varying degree detected around the rib cage, specifically the left side. I have also detected a mild concussion. His heart rate is notably high. My hypothesis is that these injuries have resulted from the Blunt Force Trauma of falling from the sky and onto the web. For treatment the currently bleeding wounds should be disinfected and—"

"Thanks Fri, go ahead and send this info to the Med Bay staff,"

"So, he's not dying?" I ask, anxious. What? I don't want a guy I literally just met to die!

"Nope, I guess that armour is good for something." Mr stark shrugs. "Whatever it is."

"Dragon scales." Hiccup mutters, smiling even though he's most definitely in pain. "I'm a genius. I can walk through fire."

"How delirious are you?" I chuckle. I mean, walking through fire? And Surviving? Sure, buddy.

"No, really! Here, set me on fire, I'll show you!"

"Nobody is setting anybody on fire, alright?!" Mr Stark sighs. The dragon seems to share this opinion, giving Hiccup a stern look.

"Calm down bud, you know we've done it tons of times." Is his response, as he strokes the dragons head—which has ended up in his lap. "At least I remembered to fire proof all of me." He glances down at his prosthetic leg— horrifying me at the implication. "Well, mostly." Please don't tell me he accidentally burned his leg off.

Deciding to pass it off as Hiccup feeling delirious, I turn to Mr Stark. "So, what do you think we're dealing with?"

"Well, so far I don't think it's aliens," Mr Stark says as he leans back in his seat, retrieving his drink. "So, we can rule that out."

"Do you think it could be time travel?" I ask. "I know what you said before, but, like, it's not impossible. And maybe there's a reason dragons aren't in the history books?" Or... what if they're still around and are being kept in Area 51?! That would be so cool.

Mr Stark shakes his head, taking a sip of his drink. "I don't think that's it. It just doesn't make sense."

"Then what could it be?"

"I think we should get the wizards opinion, as annoying as it is." The displeasure is clear on his face.

"Wait, you think this could be a multiverse thing?!" I beam, getting excited. Multiversal TRAVEL?! And I thought time travel was big enough.

"What's a multiverse?" I hear Hiccup wonder. I doubt his concussed and delirious mind would be able to understand it right now if I told him, so I don't respond. Mr Stark also ignores him, probably having come to the same conclusion.

"I don't see any other explanation—" Mr Stark looks at me as I open my mouth. "—that's REPUTABLE."

I hold my hand to my chest, voicing my shock. "Wow, I'm honestly feeling so attacked right now."

"Someone had to tell you."

"How do we contact Dr Strange, anyway?" I ask, changing the subject before my confidence can be destroyed any more :(

"Beats me. I never gave him my number or asked for his."

Shouldn't that be something they should have done? Given they've, like, saved the universe together.

"Does he make you feel inferior, Mr Stark?"

"What?"

"Cause he's a doctor and all, and Magic. And cool." I tease.

"Now hang on—"

"Anyway, I have his number. But he might have blocked me again cause—"

"Wait, back up, why do you have his number?"

"He just gave it to me once, told me I should contact him if it's an 'emergency'." I shrug, putting air quotes around the word. "But he probably blocked me again because I sent him about five-too-many memes yesterday."

Mr stark roles his eyes. "Alright, so there goes that option... do you think his dungeon has wifi?"

"What?"

"Let's see."

Mr Stark pulls up a hologram and does something that looks exactly like hacking. Because it is. No more than a few seconds of silence pass, before he lets out a triumphant "Ha!" And projects a feed onto the wall.

It shows footage of what looks like a library. Ordinary at first until you notice the trinkets around. Does that jar have an eye in it? It seems like we're seeing this through a security camera of some sort. Who knew a wizard—sorry, sorcerer— would need a camera?

"We could have just called him, you know. I have his number, I just can't call him." I point out.
"Oh, I know that. But this is more entertaining." Comes his response. I shrug.

"Alright this is great but," I pause as Dr Strange walks into frame holding a weird sphere, "how are we supposed to get his attention?"

Mr Stark doesn't look phased. "It has audio output." He shrugs, pressing a holographic button. He clears his throat. "HEY, WIZARD!"

Dr Strange flinches and drops the sphere. Luckily the cloak catches it and sets it aside safely while Dr Strange looks around in furious confusion. "Up here, sparkles!" Mr Stark calls again, this time in a sing-song voice. I think he's having too much fun with this.

Finally, Dr Strange's sight lands on the camera. "Wha— what is gong on?!" He does not look happy.

"Yeah, that's what we want to know. Some dude fell out of the sky. Come do your wizard thing and see if it's a multiverse thing."
"We?"
"The kid's here too." Dr Strange doesn't look impressed with that news.
"Hey, Mr Dr Strange sir! Did you like my memes?!" I grin. He roles his eyes.
"I gave you my number for emergency reasons, if you don't stop spamming me I'll permanently block you."
"That's what you said the last five times!" I laugh.

"Anyway, get your wizardy ass to the tower and give us a hand!" Mr Stark insists.
"I'm actually very busy—"
"No, you're not! Come out of your dungeon for five minutes, see sunlight. We'll meet you at the medbay."
Dr Strange roles his eyes. "Fine." He groans. "But if this turns out to be nothing I'll steal all your suits." Like he wouldn't just build a new one in, like, an hour or something.
"Yeah, right!" Mr Stark scoffs. "You wouldn't be able to fit your fat ass in them." He then ends the connection and smirks.

"You really like bugging him, don't you?" I observe.
"It's the highlight of my day. I take it you do too."
"Yeah, I think he really hates the Harry Potter memes I send him. I really thought he'd relate, being magic and all. Maybe he hasn't even seen it."
"He probably doesn't own a tv."

"Hey, when are we getting to the tower?" I ask, realising it's been quite a while since we left the park.
"Oh, we've been circling the city for..." he checks his watch, "10 minutes now. I was waiting for the air space to clear because the damn news choppers keep hanging too close to us."
"Really?" I hadn't noticed. Damn, I'm not on my game right now.
"Yeah," He says and I look out the window, seeing the tower approaching. "We're landing now, anyway."

And there we go. I know not a lot happened in this chapter, but In my opinion it was slightly entertaining. Anyway, hope you enjoyed. Next chapter is Hiccup!