Hello readers present and future!

I'm back, with yet another fic that may or may not break your heart in two. So, basically, I was looking at heartbreaking fanart and posts, doing my post-Infinity War thing, when I came across a rather startling piece of information: Loki is only sixteen in human years. Younger than Wanda! And so then I thought I have to do a high school redemption fic. And then I thought But what if it's Peter Parker's high school so I can write Peter Parker again?

So here I am. This fic takes place post-Endgame, assuming everything ends happily, Tony, Steve, etc. survive, and the world pretty much becomes Avengers hangout, and all is well. Well, except for Thor. Eventually, the six higher powers of the universe agree to...well, you'll just have to read to find out.

DISCLAIMER: I do not own the MCU or any of its characters, locations, etc. This work is not intended for profit; it is made for fans, by a fan. Enjoy!

Darling, Forgive Yourself

"...helped stop a bank robbery, it was awesome! They were all like you can't catch us and I was all like pew pew! Bam! Extra sticky webbing!"

Tony smiled to himself. It was still hard to believe that everyone was really back, and that nobody remembered the Decimation except them. Sometimes, he would still wake up in the middle of the night, sobbing because the dust on his hands had been so real, or jumping to his feet, already summoning the suit and prepared to fight somebody or something off, be it Black Order member or…

At first, Pepper had mainly focused on calming him down. It's all right, she had said, you're safe. But then, she had started asking questions. What did he mean, when he kept on muttering "oxygen will run out tomorrow" in his sleep? At first, he had tried to keep it from her. She had been key in defeating Thanos as Rescue, sure, but he didn't want to stress her out, especially with the baby on the way. But finally, he couldn't hold it in any longer, and he spilled it all like a broken bottle.

He sighed and dismissed the screen hovering above his worktable, cutting off Peter's chipper voice as the kid continued to talk about his day. As far as the kid knew, there had been a brief commotion with a giant space-donut in the sky above New York, and then everything had gone back to normal. Tony was just glad that the kid wasn't suffering from PTSD, which could have possibly been worse than Tony's if Peter had been able to remember his death.

Tony brought a hand to his forehead and massaged his temple, feeling a familiar headache building throughout his skull. He needed to go down to the lab, he needed to build something. He needed a distraction, and Pepper would probably approve more of some new gadget that defied the laws of common science than she would of Tony drinking himself into oblivion.

"Boss," came F.R.I.D.A.Y.'s sleek accent from the speaker above Tony's head, causing the inventor to jump, "Thor is approaching the facility. Would you like me to open the landing bay for him?"

Tony sighed in relief. It wasn't one of them back again to come after his family, it wasn't an attack from space-Nazi's or something equally as absurd; it was just Thor, probably wanting to look at some of S.H.I.E.L.D.'s old files on Loki; they were, after all, the only photographs Thor had left of his brother, and while Tony didn't exactly regret that the dude was dead, watching Thor go through the five stages of grief was killing the inventor.

"Yeah, open the landing bay," he said, pressing a button on the coffee machine, "and tell him I'm up in the family room."

"Will do, boss," came F.R.I.D.A.Y.'s automated response.

"Oh, is Thor's friend what's-her-name with him? The one who knew her drinks?" Tony asked as an afterthought.

"I'm afraid not, sir. It looks like you'll be staying sober today."

"Rats," Tony grumbled, "She said she would have some vodka from Sakaar, wherever that is." He smiled as the beeping of the coffee machine, and with the press of a button, a freshly steaming cup of coffee was in the inventor's hand, and Stark was once again marvelling at his own brilliance.

"Anthony!" came Thor's booming voice, and Tony was greeted by a crushing hug as Thor entered the room, wearing a bright smile on his face. Tony still wasn't used to not catching a glimpse of the God's golden hair every time the dude entered the room, but at least Thor could be more inconspicuous now if he wanted to be. Not that any of them were particularly inconspicuous.

"What's got in such a bright mood?" Tony asked when the taller man had finally released his death grip upon the inventor. Tony rubbed his shoulder as he sat down on an orange armchair, prompting Thor to do the same.

"Well, Anthony," said Thor, beaming in a way Tony hadn't seen him do since - Ultron?

"I was getting desperate, you see. Really desperate. Amora was angry with me for destroyed Asgard and with it, her power source, so she wasn't willing to help me, and there are some, um, rather more gruesome methods that nobody would be willing to enact for me, because, well, you can't exactly ask something like that from of the most renowned persons in the Nine Realms."

Tony nodded, even though he had no idea what Thor was going on about. He took a sip of his coffee and grimaced when the realized that he hadn't put sugar in it - again. He sighed and stood up, shaking a sugar packet before tearing it open, prompting Thor to continue with a wave of his hand.

"So I went to the six eternities of the universe," Thor continued, picking on a stay thread on his chair, "the ones I mentioned a while back, who forged the Infinity Stones?" When Tony nodded, Thor continued on with his explanation, "I pleaded with them for hours before they finally gave in." The taller man grinned widely, as if he couldn't help himself.

"Agreed to what?" Tony asked, sitting back down in his armchair and taking a sip of his now-much-more-bearable coffee. I really should install an automatic milk and sugar button into the coffee machine, the inventor thought to himself, making a mental note to work on that in the lab later.

"Well…"

Earlier…

"Please, you're - you're my last hope."

She glanced down at him, her long hair moving gracefully as she did. "The answer is still no, Odinson." She glanced around at her comrades. "I think we're done here."

Thor sank to his wooden chair, dejected. What was the point? He had known going the the six Eternities was a long shot, and yet he had somehow dared to get his hopes up. He had one last idea, but it was a risk that may have ended with him skewered through by a sword - or worse.

He cleared his throat. "Alright, but just remember that all the destruction caused by Thanos was because of you forging the Infinity Stones."

Much, Much, Later…

"So, you want me to do what?"

"Anthony, I shall owe you a large favor for this. And need I remind you that he won't be able to remember anything about his previous life. As far as he will know, he's just a regular adolescent." Thor looked down at his hands. The sun had long sank below the horizon, but nobody had disturbed them other than to give Thor a nod and ask if he was staying over (if he was, they would have to stock up on Pop-Tarts in advance).

"Yeah, but why does it have to be his school? You could literally pick anywhere else in America, hell, on the planet. So why...Queens?"

Thor sighed, moving to run his fingers through his hair before he remembered. "One of the conditions was that he gain the trust of his former enemies. Sending him to the Queens would accomplish both of the Eternities' challenges."

Tony took a sip of his fifth refill of coffee. "Alright," he said finally, sighing, "but you owe me. Big time."

Thor stood up and embraced the shorter man in yet another bone-crushing embrace. "Thank you, my friend," he whispered.

"Don't mention it," said Tony, "no, seriously, don't mention. I only just made up with Cap, and I'm sure he'd kill me if he knew what we were about to do."

Thor patted the inventor on the shoulder. "Do not worry, Stark. I'm sure it will all work out fine in the end.

And there concludes the prologue!

Eeck, I'm super excited to be writing this story! My main plan is that it's going to be mostly fluff, with some angst mixed in to spice things up. I have it rated "T" just to be safe, but I think it should be mostly good except for maybe some swearing and violence in later chapters.

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