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Adrenaline coursed through his body as Leif ran between thick trees, his breath heavy against the suffocating silence. His right hand gripped his wand with a panicked determination, the rough wood blistering his palm. His legs brushed against sagging twigs, ripping the fabric of his pants. The darkness surrounded Leif, only stopping to stay away from his wand, where light was bursting out of. Feet crunched fallen leaves, shoes stomped patchy blades of grass.
The air around him was thicker than the trees, each breath was a battle. And each movement could give you away. His mind was racing, every thought took effort.
Snap
A twig snapped behind him, alerting Leif of someone sneaking up of him. He twisted his back, turning as his running slowed into a jog. A faceless figure jumped out of the shadows, ready to pounce.
Leif’s arm shot out to the approaching threat, his wand sparked, a spell was on the tip of his tongue. Before he could get it out, the figure gave out a low screech, and collapsed to the forest floor.
He stopped in his tracks, his empty hand clutched his chest, as his wand fell against his knee. Breathing heavily, he looked up to see the trees shrinking. He could see a white roof replacing what should have been the sky.
The landscape sunk into the floor, revealing a stark white training room large enough to fit a rampaging Hulk. The robot Leif was fighting got back up, only to be swallowed by the floor panels.
"I'm still not used to how flipping cool that is," Leif chuckled, his breath still heavy, a smile on his lips. His grip on his wand loosened, and he flicked it into his wand holster in one swift movement.
"You seem to be enjoying yourself," A voice sounded behind him. Anthony Stark leaned against the doorway, smirking, as he looked at the wizard across the room. Leif let out a quiet chuckle, as made his way over to him slowly, his body sweaty from training. Once he got close enough, he could spot a holographic band on Tony's wrist. He had something to show him.
"I'll have you know, this entire place is totally tubular, Tony. Anyway, what's the sich?" Leif remarked, trying not to laugh. Making Tony exhausted with Gen Z humor was one of his favorite pastimes.
Tony looked at him as if he had two heads, before letting out a tired sigh and running his temples with one hand. "I should have left you in Wakanda."
"Butcha didn't," Leif mocked, grinning as he thought of one of his favorite vines. He composed himself, fake coughing into his hand. "Moving on, what did you want to talk about?"
As if the weight of the world was lifted from his shoulders, Tony smiled. He flicked his wrist, and a hologram projected from his watch. It showed a bad quality video of an enhanced individual stopping a car from hitting a bus.
"I have an assignment for you. I believe your extensive
knowledge of this universe can come in handy."
Leif's eyes beamed with interest. "Go on."
"Have you ever heard of Spider-Man?"