Utpathasthita-Avengers in Dwapar

We're all weird.

     Y'all showed so much larb that I couldn't resist another update. And no baby bro. No spoilers. I learn from Dr. Wizard about not spoilers. Also, also, forgot to mention last time, the underlined part is sanskrit.

       Steeb POV:. (Don't kill me. He's stoopid. Am not)

    Great, so now the boy had started ordering Wanda around. I saw how he glared at her. Junior, he says, completely right. Tony has influenced the kid so much that he acts so much like him.

      I am even sure that Tony did something to get us there. He had something in his hand when he came upstairs. And how come only after he came in, the fog came too? And he doesn't even care about any of us. Only the boy and Bruce. I cannot believe how self centred he has become.

      We saw a huge palace as we neared the centre. The people around us were staring and whispering. I felt extremely uncomfortable and looked at the team. Bruce seemed in his own world, Tony seemed to study his surroundings along with Junior and Nat and Clint seemed to be talking in Russian while Wanda looked the most uncomfortable. I went towards her and walked beside her, a reassurance that I was there.

          Author POV (cause steeb is annoying)

       Tony could feel the eyes on him. He was used it but that didn't mean that he wanted that for Peter. Peter wore a mask for a reason. He was only his true self behind the mask. And that included the fact that he didn't like attention on Peter Parker but was okay with it when Spiderman.

        Tony inched closer to Peter as the huge oak doors opened. The hall kinda space where they were taken was baren except some soldiers. One of them talked to the leader of the small group. "Who have you brought here? Why are they wearing weird clothes?" The other one replied,"I don't know who they are. Some townsmen saw them and called us when we were at patrol. They do not speak our tongue. Maybe maharaj can decide what to do."

     The other one nodded and went in through one more door. After a couple of minutes he came out and nodded towards the door. The team was showed in to the room. This one was more decorated and beautifully carved. There, on a high platform, sat a man on the throne, on his right was a younger man and a woman on the left. The ministers were on sidelines.

        The king, Peter assumed, said,"Who are these people, sainik? Did they say anything?" Peter frowned. Why, oh why, did he not learn anything about India all his life? He regretted everytime that he didn't choose the culture and mythology books in library. Mr. Stark took a hesitant step and said,"We don't understand what you're saying. We don't speak your tongue." The look of confusion passed on the people's faces. Murmurs broke out in the hall and Peter felt extremely uncomfortable and weird in the hall. He subconsciously inched closer to Mr. Stark.

      Drupad looked at the newcomers. They were all wearing peculiar clothes. One man had something blue in his chest and 4 of them had weird coloured hair. The man said something in a foreign language. Drupad turned to Dhristadhyum and said,"What shall we do now, putr?" The said man shook his head and said,"Either they could be travellers or they could be spies, pitashri." "Sorry to intrude, pitashri, but their language and their actions make me believe that they are lost or something." Shikhandini said.

     He hummed. Both of his children were right. He was in a fix. If they were spies, they couldn't be left alone. But if they were lost travellers, it would be adharma to lock them in jail. He then got an idea. Vasudev was here for Draupadi's Swayamvar. He had insisted on not coming in the court since it wasn't his right to know about things. But now, Drupad need his help. So he turned to one daas and said,"Go and get Vasudev here. Quick."

        The team just watched with confusion as one of the servent people left the hall. Peter was scared that they would all send them in jail and never let them out again. And maybe he'll die here. Did that mean Mr. Stark would too? No, no. The world needed Tony Stark. He needed Tony Stark. Peter discreetly glanced at his wrists only to find no web shooters there. Schist. Whoever kidnapped them had taken his webshooters away. Peter closed his eyes. He could hear heartbeats of people in the court and the whir of the arc reactor.

        He opened his eyes and he could see the minute carving in the king's crown and smell the sent of flowers that were hung at the corner of the room. So, his senses were good. Maybe his strength would be too. He had hope. He would not let anyone hurt Mr. Stark and that was final.

        His attention snapped towards a voice that announced something, "Yadav Kumar, Devkinandan, Vasudev Krishn is entering the assembly." Bruce turned so fast, Peter was afraid he'd get a whiplash.

      Bruce didn't understand much in what that man announced but he heard one thing clear, "Krishn". He knew that Krishn was an incarnation of a god according to Hindu mythology. He also knew that if anyone could help them, it was Krishn. So, he prayed to every god that was listening, to let Krishn be a god too. To not let his hopes get crushed. To not let the stories he'd heard about Krishn be lies.

           Then, a man entered the room. He was tall and had a dark complexion. He was wearing a crown with peacock feathers in it and a yellow dhoti. The cloth on his shoulder and back was orange and gold with designs. He's eyes held mischief and he was smiling happily. He stopped in front of the team, joined his hands and said, "Pranipat Maharaj, Pranipat Rajkumar Dhristadhyum and Rajkumari Shikhandini. To what do I owe this visit, Maharaj?"

        The king smiled and said,"Pranipat Vasudev. I have come across a problem and need your help. These people speak a foreign language and seem to not understand ours. They might be either spies or innocent travellers. We can't lock them in because they look different. We have no way of knowing if they are genuine or not. What shall we do?" 

         The tall man, as Tony called him (don't blame me that I ain't creative with names), smiled and said,"I would like to talk to all of them privately, Maharaj" This not knowing hard languages sucked too much in Tony's opinion. The king looked unsure when he said,"Vasudev, how will you talk to them? They don't know our language. At least, they appear not to. And what if they attack you, Vasudev?"

         The tall man just chuckled and said,"Maharaj, I am capable of taking care of myself. And I will take care of them. Leave them to me. I will surely tell you if they are a threat or not. Do I have your consent to leave, Maharaj?"  The king looked hesitant but nodded nonetheless. Tony couldn't help but think if they were going to throw them in jail and this man was some sadist. (No offense to anyone or Keshav. These are Tony's thoughts and they are valid according to me).

         The mysterious man was leading them all somewhere, that too without guards. Natasha was sure that either he was very arrogant or he was very strong. Her hands were itching to do something but she didn't do anything due the fact that she didn't want to make an enemy out of probable friends. He lead them through a grand door and it opened to a huge and beautiful room. The room had a huge bed and was coloured in peach and orange colours. Everything was perfectly colour coordinated and balanced. He closed the door behind them and gestured them to sit. Steve sat first, probably because of his manners, Wanda, Clint and Stark followed. Junior hovered beside Stark and I sat beside Wanda.

     The man sat on the bed and said,"Hello avengers."

So, abeejs, how was it??

Plij don't kill me cause I don't know when will I update next.. am emotionally sed.

But dint worry. I'll be up and about in a while.

Till then, byeeee