Today started out normal enough. Waking up, eating breakfast, being ambushed by the enchantress and cast out from Asgard with her wearing his face, and now finding a shot couple with a crying child cowering in an alley being held at gunpoint.
Well, perhaps it wasn't normal. But he had seen far stranger with his brother and his insane ventures. Though, he couldn't let himself fall into his thoughts. He was a prince. Not a typical prince with his love of books and spells.
"Pardon. I do believe you should leave the child alone," he spoke with aristocratic clarity. The grimy gun holder glared at the man. His shaggy blond hair whipped around as he eyed the black haired intruder. Scowl met a relaxed smirk as the pointed his gun at the man rather than the child and fired. The man seemed to evaporate before the bullet could pierce him, instead being lodged inside a car door. The man's eyes widened as he was struck in the back of his head.
The child gasped and pressed himself closer to the dumpster. The blond man fell the the ground. Unconscious and unaware of the world around him. The dark haired man stood above him, staring down in disgust. He closed his eyes and turned to face the child. His eyes were softer and met terrified brown eyes. He gave a reassuring smile and walked over to the boy slowly, his hands kept at his sides.
"Are you alright?" he asked calmly. The boy stared and shook his head. Fat tears began to fall from his eyes and stream down his cheeks.
"Oh, sh sh sh sh, child," he spoke quietly kneeling down before the boy. He spread his arms slightly and the boy jumped into them, wrapping his own arms tightly around the man, tears staining the man's coat. The man wrapped his arms around the child and let him cry. He remained with him until the police arrived when a store owner called the cops.
He had no idea what would happen next. But with the now sleeping child in his arms, as cruel as it seemed, he knew he wouldn't be bored.
"Peter, you need to go to school."
"Aw come on faðir, I'm not late. I'll be fine."
"Peter. You know you never have an easy time to school."
"...Alright."
"Good boy," the man said kissing a now teenage Peter on his temple. The teen grumbled and sat up. His hair was ruffled by the man called father. The teen playfully swatted the hand away and got out of bed.
The man walked out, his dark hair cut in a fluffy just above shoulder length cut. Peter rolled his eyes and slid out of bed. With a stifled yawn he prepared for the day. It never took a lot of time. The man was an early riser and wasn't one to let him oversleep. And he had his own rules of organization. He had his backpack set up and the man did make his lunch that was waiting on the counter like always. And if he knew him right...
"Ah ha," Peter commented as he opened his closet. Sitting innocently inside was a newly patched up Spiderman suit.
"Thank you faðir," he called down the stairs.
"You shouldn't let yourself get quite so hurt Peter," the man called up the stairs as Peter walked down with his suit and bag in hand.
"This but a scratch," Peter responded, snatching an apple from the obligatory fruit bowl in their kitchen.
"A scratch? He nearly cleaved your arm off," the man gave a soft glare to the now sheepish teen.
"Ay, but 'twas a scratch."
"Just be careful. I want my baby spider to come home safe and sound," he admitted.
"I know. I know. I'll be careful. I'll watch for muggers, guns, rapists, small knives and the Avengers. I'll be fine."
"You better."
"Look, faðir. I know they, they think you- that Loki attacked New York and caused the genocide in Germany. I'm not going to get caught by them. I promise."
"Alright Peter. But call if you need me. I'll be there."
"Even if-"
"Always. No matter what my young barn."
"Hey, I'm getting older."
"In comparison to my own age, you will always be a barn."
Peter rolled his eyes and grabbed his lunch before heading out the door. The man sighed and shook his head. It had been trying years raising Peter. Especially when he had been bitten by an altered spider. And he had loved just about every minute, even when he missed his home in Asgard.
Barn- child
Blarg. Um okay so this is based off a challenge I would love to see done.
Ultimate Spiderman
Peter wasn't so lucky as a baby. Losing his parents and then his Aunt and Uncle... But fate seems to have something else in store for him as a hiding Loki finds and begins caring for him. Years later, the Avengers form and SHIELD is now more active. They look to recruit a new hero on the block. Spiderman. Spiderman has choices to make regarding his past, present and future. Featuring Daddy!Loki, and Protective!Loki.
Rule 1. Loki must be an active "parent" from the time he finds Peter onward.
Rule 2. Thor does not know of Peter.
Rule 3. Peter either doesn't see the attack on New York as Loki's fault, or believes someone else as the culprit.
Bonus: Loki attempts to teach Peter magic.