Loki was getting pretty bored of being surrounded by S.H.I.E.L.D agents everywhere, all of them armed, keeping a watchful eye over him while the Avengers argued with Thor about him.

Like… what?

Arrow guy thinks they should put him in a maximum-security prison.

Spy Lady, the dude in the iron armor, and Dr. Bruce Banner thinks they should lock him back in the glass cage with the ability to fall a million miles or some other cell inside the Avengers Tower.

The Captain actually trusts him enough roam freely around the tower with heavy surveillance, and Thor…

Well, Thor wants to set him loose across Midgard where he can wreak all the havoc he wants, like he did.

And of course, that single heated discussion never would've happened if his worm-brained brother hadn't decided to calmly stroll over with him to the Avengers tower in broad daylight. It was a bad idea from the start, but, of course, Thor never listens. He would've been in much better shape if Odin hadn't decided to drag his brother along with him during his banishment.

He heard the Stark guy mention something about him being a dangerous foe. That almost made him want to laugh out loud. Mortals, whether wrong or right, or downright delusional… their opinions were always somehow interesting. He was keen to see more from Stark's viewpoint.

And… there Thor was again, rambling on about how pathetically mortal he had become and that he posed no threat. Loki definitely would've preferred his brother not to have any say in this conversation, although that would definitely make everything much worse. Sure, Thor was defending him, but he was really making him look bad.

"Come on, my friends. Just look at him! You think he can destroy the world like that?"

Yes, I could.

The voice inside his head scoffed, full of disbelief. He frowned, why would Thor underestimate him?

"Maybe, maybe not. You may be from another place, Thor, but he poses a threat in our world, and by the rules, me and my… um… bro here need to take him and keep an eye on him, if you don't mind." Tony Stark calmly informed.

His brother let out a strange, deformed laugh and put a hand on his shoulder.

"I know what your relationship with Captain here, Mr. Stark."

Nervous chuckles erupted all over the room they were talking random shit about in.

"Tony, maybe Thor has a point. Extra won't be necessary, other than what we already have."

"Like locking him in a-"

"No… just look." The captain and the Stark guy tried to sneakily take a peek at him.

Well done, Earth's mightiest heroes, and they don't even know how to correctly sneak a look. Loki rolled his eyes at the sight of them.

"Erm… I guess?"

"He hasn't answered for his crimes here though." Clint seemed convinced, not entirely sure.

"Loki is facing Asgardian justice."

"That's Asgardian justice? Are you kidding me?"

"You wouldn't understand."

At last Thor was showing some sense. Not all Midgardians could understand their ways, of course.

The Avengers continued their yammering about what to do with him, while Loki increasingly became more bored. He tried feeling for a pocket or any small compartment he could reach, because sitting there doing nothing simply wouldn't suffice.

A manic smile played out on his lips as he felt that familiar feeling. The All-father was actually stupid enough to not realize he still had his dagger.

He carefully analyzed his options.

"Hey." He grinned at the agents.

The men in black suits all jerked their head towards him, studying him in alert.

Now he had their attention. It was that feeling again, the odd feeling of unexplainable mischief.

"I'm armed." He whispered.

The fun begins, toying with their minds.

Everybody watching him slid their arms nearer to their weapons, as one man took out a phone-like thing and mumbled something in.

Since all of the agent's attention was on him, all he needed was a way to figure out how to swipe out the knife, cut the cuffs, and plan the attack.

Which he didn't really care about the consequences, really. That way he'll show Thor that his friends were right and that he really could pose a threat, not just some worthless human. An idea formed in his head, as he began calculating the results. Right. This was easy.

"Loki!"

A jolly voice disrupted his train of thought, as Thor happily patted him on the back.

"What?" He glared.

"Good news and bad news, you're a prisoner of war in the Avengers Tower-"

"Guest, Thor. Guest." The captain corrected.

"Um, yes. And this is the part where we say goodbye! Don't worry, I will be visiting, as I am sure you will have the best of time there." His brother proudly proclaimed.

Loki carefully eyed the captain and Mr. Stark.

"Glad you've won the argument, Thor. Don't care either way." He muttered.

"So, what now, my captain?" Thor asked, as if he hadn't just said that.

"As you said, my friend. This may be the part we say goodbye. And… yeah. Hey guys, you can release him now." Steve gestured to a bunch of agents.

His plan fell into action, as though it wasn't a really really really really bad idea as the nature of his ideas already foretold. Now was the time.

"Bad move, captain." He warned in a steely tone, the moment the cuffs fell onto the floor with a loud clank.

Arrow guy groaned in the background.

"Told ya so, Steve!"

Before he even gave his body his signal, the knife was swiped out, glinting like the obsidian eyes of the serpent.

And all descended into chaos.

Regret? That was something he never experienced, and still hasn't.

Peter assumed today would be his chill day, but nope, fate wasn't on his side.

Flash was still being an asshole.

Ned was sick and didn't come.

And during chemistry… he couldn't think at all!

At least it wasn't one of his worst days, and he hoped there was a reason his parents told him to go directly back home, and directly to them. Hopefully he wasn't in trouble, and they just wanted to give him a surprise. Hopefully.

His dads were none other than the great Captain America and Iron Man, who found each other quite some time ago and decided to see how things go. Strange it was, indeed, but slowly the other Avengers grew to accept it. Recently they had just told him he was adopted, but Peter figured that out for years already. Men can't give birth, and the only way a couple like his dads could get a kid was to adopt one.

Happy was picking him up today, because of all the excitement going on at home that his parents didn't want him to miss for some reason.

"Peter! How was-"

"Good, whatever."

They drove back in silence while he enjoyed the joy of finally having his phone back and not having to share it with his sister, Morgan, who could be painfully exasperating sometimes. He had it taken away from in for a short while he was grounded for something totally unfair, and yet, it felt great to be finally reunited with his old friend.

"You sure you're okay? Must've been a rough day for you."

Happy seemed concerned, and Peter was suddenly guilty of shoving him off first thing.

"I'm fine."

He stubbornly insisted. He wasn't in the mood to talk. He was afraid that he had somehow gotten in trouble and his dads decided to make a show of it.

The rest of the ride seemed short, because Peter was too busy scrolling through the tons memes on his favorite subreddit. It helped him take his mind off the real world, like he had started doing a few weeks ago. He hasn't been feeling like himself lately, and though he had no reason to feel that way, the memes acted like antidepressants.

The car doors slowly lifted themselves up as they unveiled the way to his home, the Avengers Tower. Or… at least the living quarters section. His parents told him not to venture into the deeper, darker parts of the tower, but he did it anyway. It was often crazy cool, and he already found a whole bunch of secret passageways that could lead him in without his dads noticing.

Peter shielded his eyes from the blazing sun as he walked in. There they were, sitting on the couch, with a 'lecture' expression. Something's about to go down.

"Hi dad! Hi dad. What's-"

"Pete. This is going to be super important, kay? So listen to us." Tony immediately spoke up. Even Steve was surprise by the suddenness.

He, on the other hand, was taken aback by the directness of his tone.

"Woah, um, okay." He was confused.

"Whatever you do… do not go into 14th floor for any reason. Promise me. Do not."

"Okay? What's going-"

"Peter… please."

He vigorously shook his head, his thoughts swimming in the oblivion.

"I won't dad. I promise."

"Good."

They appeared solemn… but why? Was there something inside that they didn't want him to see? Did they make him go through all this trouble just to warn him?

No, there must be another explanation. Peter was aware that he had just made a promise, but curiosity had gotten the better of him.

"Well now that's done… how was your day?"

"It was good."

He didn't care as much about the dad questions now that there was something else at stake. Some secret in the 14th floor… wait.

That was where they kept all the prisoners.

Did they capture somebody dangerous?

I am aware that this chapter is severely crappy, and I apologize for that.

Bloopers.