So, I know I'm in the middle of another fanfic and it's 1:48 in the morning here but I just couldn't get this out of my head and finally decided to write it! This is kind of during Infinity War (but Loki's obviously alive), I just really loved thinking about how Spiderman and Loki would react on there first meeting, and this what I came up with! Enjoy!

The ground exploded a mere few feet from him, causing Spiderman to be hurtled to the side. He was still slightly dazed and couldn't believe he was here; among the Earth's... No, the Universe's mightiest heroes, in space nonetheless, delivering a final strike against that evil shrunken raisin with a rock fetish.

Peter pushed himself off the ground, diving for cover swiftly as another shot hit the ground where had been just moments before. A large, protruding slab of concrete was the closest hiding place, and Peter rolled behind it immediately. Taking quick, short breaths, Peter struggled to get his breath back, leaning against the cool concrete. He gripped his mask, puling it off to suck in the cold, fresh air. The sounds of battle continued, and Peter let them echo in his head as he fought to recover from the physical exertion. Man, he should have stayed on the bus. Aunt May was gonna be soooo mad.

As he prepared to launch himself into battle again, Peter heard a strange sound behind him. Turning abruptly, he pointed his web arms to the source of the noise (he realised he didn't actually possess any weapons), when a dark figure stumbled into view. It took refuge in the same area Peter had chosen. The figure was breathing heavily, peering around the edge of the concrete. Keeping his hands at the ready, Peter addressed his new companion.

'Who's side are you on?'

Apparently noticing Peter for the first time, the other man looked up at the teenager in surprise. Taking a moment to compose himself, the dark haired man replied, still breathing heavily with a hand on his side.

'I'm happy with the universe how it currently is, I don't fancy half of it dying.'

Putting his hands down slowly, Peter nodded in satisfaction. Still, he was wary of this new character. The only person he knew he could trust for sure was Mr Stark, and he was nowhere to be seen.

The man continued to clutch his left side. Peter assumed it was probably a stitch, with how out of breath the other man was, or a small cut/bruise. The sounds of fighting were getting closer. Peter surveyed the new arrival. His face was worryingly pale, with a gash in his cheek; his long hair was matted with sweat and, Peter suspected, blood. All in all, Peter diagnosed that he was in no condition to fight.

Quickly peering behind the concrete, Peter could make out Thanos, who was being swarmed by multiple heroes and was keeping all of them off his back. Peter would normally contact Tony for advice, however his mentor was right in the midst of the battle and was therefore currently unavailable.

'Karen.' Peter felt the urge to whisper, even in the chaos raging around him. Maybe it just felt weird looking like he was talking to himself in front of a stranger. A wave of relief swept over him as he heard the familiar, electronic voice. He was so glad Tony had installed the AI into his new suit, otherwise he would be in a lot of trouble by now.

'Yes, Peter?' Karen's familiar voice helped Spiderman to get a grip on his situation and concentrate on his self designated task.

'Where can we hide out safely?'

Of course Peter would have loved to join in with the fight and would jump at any chance he got to prove himself as a newly knighted Avenger, however... He had strict orders from Tony to stay out of harm's way. Not that that had ever stopped him, but since Stark had taken away his suit before, Peter had no doubt that he wouldn't hesitate to do so again, so he decided the best thing to do would be to follow his mentor's instructions this time.

'There is a rock gathering 267.8 metres to your right. You would be covered there.' Thank God he could always count on Karen to not let him down.

'Thanks, Karen.' Peter sighed gratefully.

The older man had been following the progression of the fight from the other side of the concrete. Raising his voice, Peter addressed his companion.

'There's a rock gathering we could head to on the right. We would be safe there.'

The man's face turned to look at Peter as he put on a mischievous smirk.

'Thank you, but I don't tend to run from danger.' As he attempted to stand up, the man's face contorted with pain, although he attempted to hide it. He hissed gently, clutching his side as he sunk down to his original position again. He looked at Peter with a strained expression.

'What have you got?'

Peter motioned for him to join his side. When they were beside each other, Peter added cheerfully:

'I'm Peter by the way. Peter Parker... But you can call me Spiderman!' he grinned happily.

'Loki of Asgard.' The stranger offered in return. Smirking playfully, he added 'God of mischief.'

Peter turned to him excitedly.

'Wait, you're a God? That's so cool! Is it like from the myths? Are you, like, immortal? Do you have like a superpower? Wait, aren't you Thor's brother? Can you do something awesome?'

Loki smiled fondly at him. Damn, this kid was already getting under his skin. In the friendliest possible way.

Peter watched in awe and admiration as Loki snapper his fingers (ever the theatrical) and, right before Spidey's eyes, another Loki appeared. It was followed by another, and another, and another. Peter's eyes widened in wonder.

'Are they your clones? Or maybe holograms? Do you like control them? Are they like different versions of you?'

Loki didn't reply, he just motioned for the duplicates to move in the opposite direction of their path. Peter cleared his throat, as if breaking out of a daze. More serious features took over his face, and he watched as the Lokis steered the fight over in the other direction, leaving their desired path clear. It was a great distraction. Peter thought he could use some hologram Spidermen floating around every so often to confuse his enemy.

'Ready?' Peter checked on his companion questionably, stretching his mask back over his head. Loki just nodded, a set determination shining in his eyes.

'Let's go!' Peter pushed himself off the ground and darted from behind the concrete, driven by adrenaline and mankind's basic instincts to flee perilous situations. Karen was, very helpfully, displaying the distance left on his screen. 200 metres to go. 100 metres. 50. 20. 10. 5...

He made it, unnoticed and unscathed. Not that he'd had much doubt. He had been exceptionally good at athletics every since he'd gained his powers.

Glancing back, Peter saw that Loki wasn't far behind. As he neared the finish, however, a jutting out rock caused to Asgardian to trip... Spiderman's senses were quicker than Peter Parker's brain and, before he knew it, he was supporting Loki from the side. Loki could feel himself losing consciousness. Suddenly, his eyelids felt very heavy and he was extremely dizzy. His hold on reality was slipping, darkness was overwhelming his sight, and then Loki was falling. Just falling, falling into the welcoming oblivion.

'Ummm, Mr Loki?' Peter thanked his super strength as he felt the weight increasing rapidly. He half carried, half dragged the now unconscious Loki down into a ditch between the rocks, sheltered from the harsh winds. Big boulders now hid the two heroes from view. Peter felt himself finally relax a bit, and he let out a breath he didn't know he had been holding.

He placed Loki down gently, trying to make him as comfortable as possible, which wasn't easy with absolutely no resources.

As Peter released his grip from Loki's side, the teenager felt something wet and sticky coating his fingers. He didn't need to examine the substance to determine the origin. He had previously entertained the possibility that Loki had been injured during the previous fight, but it had had all of the markers of a small cut. Now, when Peter looked closer, he noticed all of the blood. There was so much of it... there was too much blood. Moving Loki's cold fingers out of the way gently, Peter parted the black fabric to reveal an awful sight.

There was no clean entrance wound, just a jagged hole one might obtain if a sword (or a similar object) was thrust in and twisted. The only time Peter had seen damage on this level was when they were dissecting a sheep's lung in school; Flash had stabbed his with a ruler a hundred times and then flung it across the room. Blood was now pouring out of Loki's wound unstoppably, and Peter knew and dreaded what he had to do. Peter instructed Karen in a shaky voice to switch his web slingers to the compression web. Peter was just thanking the heavens that his new friend was still out cold, when Loki's eyes fluttered, slowly opening to gaze straight at Peter.

'What's going on? What are you doing?' Loki looked around, confused.

'I'm really sorry, this is going to hurt.' Peter looked at Loki pitifully.

Before the God could process what Peter had meant by his comment, Peter pressed the release trigger on his wrist, firing the concentrated web mixture right into Loki's open wound. The man would have screamed, had Peter's next shot not sealed his mouth. Instead, Loki emitted a muffled groan, with tears erupting from his eyes.

'I'm sorry, I'm really so sorry Mr Loki Sir, but I had to stop the bleeding...' Peter did his best to comfort his companion. Once he knew he was in the clear, Peter removed the temporary gag , still apologising constantly. It was all a bit too much for Loki, who's eyes rolled to the back of his head and he let darkness take him again.

Peter stared at Loki sympathetically. This man, who had trusted a teenager with his life on their very first meeting, who had done so well to conceal his injury and his pain. He had obviously had to resort to this before. Peter had never had a sibling, but he would like to think that Thor treated Loki better than to let him suffer like this by himself.

It felt strange, feeling such affection for a stranger twice Peter's age. He just guessed that, ever since he'd gotten his powers, he kinda felt more responsible. For everyone.

Loki looked so calm in his sleep. So harmless. So innocent. Vulnerable. It was hard to believe that this was the same person who unleashed bloodthirsty, colonising aliens into New York a few years back. The thing was, Peter genuinely believed Loki had changed. Call it a strength, a weakness, whatever you will.

Peter Parker just always saw the best in people.

Thank you for reading! This is all for now, but I can always write more depending on reactions!