Loki ran out of the clothing store with a bag full of clothes in both hands. He sprinted as fast as he could down the street and into a large crowd as a high pitched alarm went off behind him and the security officers near the door looked wildly around the crowd he disappeared into, but thanks to his quick invisibility spell, he blended into the crowd perfectly.
He felt the best in days when he finally got back to the hotel room to try on his clothes. They all fit very well, and when he looked at himself in the bathroom mirror he nodded approvingly. A dark button up shirt, black skinny jeans, small reflective sunglasses and a long trench coat looked pretty good on him. And he no longer smelled like garbage, so that was a plus. He dropped the rest of the clothes on the floor and sighed. What in Asgard am I supposed to do now?
Just about then, when the sun was slanting through his window, he heard a knock.
He turned his head to glare out the door, but when the knock came again he realized that it wasn't coming there.
It was coming from the window.
Good riddance it was about time that Eddie Brock returned. Loki thought while striding towards the window. Without looking outside he opened up the window. Before he could say anything, however-
A flash of red streaked through the open window and when Loki whipped around, the kid in the homemade suit was standing there, breathing heavily.
"End of the line, guy-who-landed-in-my-dumpster!" the kid declared, pointing his finger at Loki. He dropped into a stance and pressed a button on his palm of his fingerless gloves while having two fingers stretched out towards Loki, who rolled his eyes. When nothing happened, the boy stood up from the stance and poked the button again and again. "Hold up a moment I'm having technical difficulties," he said and removed a device from his wrist. He looked at it for a moment and then hit it on the wall a few times. Loki waited and examined his fingernails as the costumed boy fixed his little contraption for about five minutes.
"AHA!" he clasped the device to his wrist again and pressed the button. A stream of webbing shot from it and fell to the floor. Loki stared at it and then looked back at the kid. "Now I'm ready! Do you wanna go first or should I?"
Loki shook his head. "Listen child, I am not here to destroy the city. I am here temporarily as I settle something. Soon I will be out of your sight and mind."
The kid cocked his head. "Why are you here then?"
"That is none of your concern."
"I think that since you're a person that killed eighty people in this same city only six months ago it's my concern. I am the protector of the city!"
Loki raised his eyebrows and smirked at the kid's makeshift outfit. "You're the protector of New York City?"
"Uh well I mean I'm at least the protector of Queens," The kid looked at the floor and clasped his hands behind his back. "I'm the friendly neighborhood Spiderman, you know?"
"Ah Spiderman, is it? Well Spiderman, it was kind of you to stop by but I obviously don't pose a threat to you or… Queens, so if you would leave I would appreciate it."
'Spiderman' didn't move but stood his ground and crossed his arms and the eyes on his mask narrowed. "I think that the Avengers should know that you're back."
Loki's mind flashed to the last time that he encountered the Avengers and especially the Hulk. Sometimes he swore he could still feel the bruising for the beating he took.
He thought quickly.
"Spiderman," he said. "What if we formed an alliance?"
"An alliance?"
Loki smiled and turned to face the superhero completely. "You have heard about the painting that was stolen from the Metropolitan Museum, correct?"
"Yes, but how did you know about that-"
"No matter," Loki cut Spiderman off. "I want to catch him and so do you. No offense to you but I do not think you will be able take the culprit on alone. I'm suggesting that we work together."