Tony Stark slammed into the crosswalk just ahead of Peter Parker, HUD ablaze with warnings as scarlet light shimmered over the asphalt. His boots skidded, sparks flying, as another surge of wild magic arced from a flickering streetlamp and fizzled against his suit’s shielding. Peter swung past on a strand of web, landing beside Tony in a crouch, eyes wide beneath his mask. Across the intersection, Harry Potter darted through a cloud of sparkling mist, wand raised defensively. Police sirens wailed nearby, distorted by the magical static in the air. Tony opened a channel to Peter.
“All right, kid, let’s not spook the wizard, unless you have a spell for calming magical anomalies?”
He advanced, gauntlet lights trained on Harry, wary of the shifting glow crawling up a nearby mailbox. Harry’s voice, clear and urgent, cut through the chaos:
“I don’t want any trouble, but you need to let me try before things get worse!”
The street pulsed with tension, technological and magical energies rippling dangerously close to overload.