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Peter has felt off since his mother and father took him to Egypt.

His great uncle had been known for scientific breakthroughs and also traveling the world. "A real mummy, can you believe it?" his mother exclaimed during their flight, giddily clasping the arm of Peter's father and shaking him awake. The last eight hours, wandering around in Cairo, was Peter ever saw them both alive.

They were sacrificed to an altar, with their throats slashed and their dark blood splattering.

Peter's great uncle insisted on finishing the ceremony, despite Peter screaming red-faced and thrashing in the arms of one of the hired goon, brewing three tana leaves and reciting the incantation, pouring the liquid into the mouth of the corpse.

It blinks.

Peter watches in mounting and speechless horror as the creature attacks, sucking the life out of the whole team of scientists and explorers, along with the paid security, those rotted, brown features slowly morphing into living flesh.

He runs, unable to get far when the mummy captures him with its old wrappings, suspending Peter in the air.

As soon as their eyes meet, Peter's lips separate. "Tony," he breathes out, and maybe it's not quite the syllables needed, but the handsome, dark-haired mummy grins so fondly, touching him.

They… they know each other. Somehow.

Peter stops fighting his restraints, kissing the other man, groaning aloud when Tony's hand rips away most of his clothes, pawing over his nakedness. There's still surgical scars on his chest, and Peter has never been ashamed of his body. Not one part of it. He quivers, still suspended, belly-down and knees apart, when Tony treats him with difficulty, adjusting to the tightness and heat. Peter rocks impatiently, his eyes glazing over with Tony's magic.

He lives.

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Marvel isn't mine. So you had to pick a classic horror film to do along with the other prompts and I decided to go with "The Mummy's Curse" (1944)!