... or come and revise the notions of high school science students.
Hop a special chapter like that for fun. With an unmotivated Loki, a cheerful Peter as usual and a vaguely joy-killing Tony. A shock team in short!
Loki had always wondered why studying. Well, not really why, rather why study in this way? He who loved to read would have preferred to lock himself up in a library and just read all the books available in all possible and imaginable subjects. But no. He must have listened to former military men rehashing ancient tactics to warn of an attack on Asgard while he stayed in the palace when his brother went to play a game of hit-and-run with his friends. He must have learned to behave like a prince and envoy of Asgard when all he wanted to do was stay locked up and never speak to anyone.
On the other hand, he had to ask himself to learn magic with his mother. He had to fight to be allowed to fight with daggers and not with an axe. It was as if the whole Asgard teaching system was not for him. And that wasn't cool. Not cool at all.
Then Loki had discovered the Earth's educational system and was delighted to have been raised on another planet. Midgard's teachings were even stranger and less useful than what he had learned. Loki had once watched over the shoulder of the young spider what he was doing in his notebook. And he didn't understand anything, letters and strokes all over the place. Arrows, single or double. Strange little drawings. But Loki still wondered what these strange little symbols were.
"They are molecules, Mr. Loki! There, half-reaction equations and here topological representations. There is a carbon cycle and here a double bond. It's the basis of organic chemistry, it's funny and super simple. »
Simple. Humph. It was as simple as listening to a twelve thousand year old man tell how he once chopped off the head of a black elf was thrilling. In other words, it was boredom itself. But the teenager seemed to be having the time of his life.
"That's how I was able to get my web-shooters working! Isn't it great?"
Loki raised an eyebrow and walked away. He really didn't understand this planet.
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"NNYYYYOOOOMMMM!
- Peter! Stop running around!
- But Mr. Stark... I'm explaining the Doppler effect to Mr. Loki."
Peter pointed to a Loki, dismayed, slumped in the living room sofa.
"High, NYYY. Then low, OOMMM! The sound goes towards the high frequencies when it approaches us, then towards the low frequencies when it moves away.
- Pete, I don't think you're talking to the right person. The alien doesn't seem to be involved. »
Indeed, Loki had just gotten up and left the living room with his hands in his pockets. Peter heroically raised his fist.
"I'll make it, he'll be interested in studying!
- Go back and study for your next exam instead.
- Yes Mr. Stark!"
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"I think, therefore I am. By René Descartes. Basically, one can doubt all that surrounds us because nothing proves that it is not just our imagination but one cannot doubt his own existence. Because if one thinks, one exists forcibly. Well he says it better, but that's the idea. You know what I mean? »
Loki looked up from his newspaper to see Peter, who had been eagerly presenting several philosophers and their most famous quotations for almost an hour. For any answer, he raised his journal a little more in front of his face so that he could no longer see the teenager. I can do it," Peter exclaimed inwardly.
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"The integral represents the area delimited by the curve, representative of the line of equation e^1/2x and the lines of equations x=... Are you listening to me, Mr. Loki?"
Loki, eyes wide open, stared at the white board on which Peter was scribbling numbers and letters. But what was he doing? Why was he doing it? What's the point of doing all this?
"Oh wait, I'll draw the curve, that'll help you."
Loki shook his head negatively. He doubted that strongly. Nothing could help to understand such a thing.
"We can do derivatives if you prefer. Derivatives are easy and fun. »
Loki leapt to his feet and left the room in a gust of wind. The last time Peter had found something funny he had almost blown up one of the Tower's laboratories by playing with chemistry.
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"Holà. Me llamo Peter y tengo dieciocho anos. Soy una banana y me encanta la paella. Mi casa es tu casa ! Soy el guardián de la arena. »
Loki looked away, even though he didn't speak Spanish, what Peter was saying didn't really make sense to him. To Tony's desperate look at Peter, his approximate mastery of other languages came as no surprise.
"Ich will meinen kleinen Jungen sehen ! Da kommt er. Ich will meinen kleinen Jungen sehen !
- What's he still talking about, Tony? asked Steve when he saw Peter humming in German.
- I don't even want to know.
- He's an viiinnne! I translated it!
- I said I don't want to know Peter!
- RIP Vine," sighed Peter in his corner.
Loki scanned the room, looking for an escape from the hell he was stuck in.
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"We worked on chemistry, math, philosophy, Spanish and German. We still have history, French, physics, biology and we'll be good."
Loki yawned at Peter's overwhelming enthusiasm.
"Do you have a preference, Mr. Loki? I don't really like History but if you want we can start with that. Even if I prefer to do science. I like physics. You already know the Doppler effect but do you know quantum physics? It's based on the wave-particle duality of photons that behave either as a wave or as a particle. And you know what the strangest thing is? As soon as you try to observe the phenomenon, you don't get the expected result."
Loki nodded gently, the passion of the young hero was communicative.
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"That's the First World War, that's the Second World War, that's the Civil War, that's the Cold War, that's the Korean War, that's the Indochina War, that's the War of Independence, that's the Algerian War, that's the Vietnam War, that's the..."
Loki frowned as he watched the archival footage that Peter was scrolling before his eyes.
"The Armenian genocide, the Jewish genocide, the Rwandan genocide..."
More death, always more death. The history of this planet was stained with blood. Why make children learn that?
"It's not very happy, sighed Peter. We're going to do geography instead. Oh yes! We can play the game of capitals! I give a country, you give the capital. You know the cap... Well, no, of course not. It doesn't work with you."
Loki supported Peter's remark with a nod of his head. No, he didn't know anything about countries and capitals.
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"Rather semi-conservative schema or functioning of a neuromuscular synapse? Both are rather useless and boring but the study of pebbles in magmatism in subduction zone is not really exciting either. Do you know the difference between a blue shale metagabbro and a green shale metagabbro? Yeah no, me neither. However, if you ever want to make a granite countertop, I can confirm if it is really granite or not. It is with the minerals present in the rock that we determine it. Do you mind if we change the subject? We can talk about the different ways plants defend themselves..."
Peter quickly scanned his handout with his eyes before raising his head.
"It's not crazy, though. We'd better go watch a movie."
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"No, but what's all the noise?
- Mr. Stark! With Mr. Loki we are watching a pirate movie.
- But why is the sound so loud ? From my office I can hear what they're saying.
- Hum... We thought the lines were really classy.
- To the point of listening to them so loudly?
- Yes, Peter answered timidly, twisting his fingers. Que ce jour reste à jamais gravé dans vos mémoires comme celui où vous avez failli capturer le capitaine Jack Sparrow...?
- ... At least you speak French, sighed Tony.
- Je veux un cheeseburger," Loki said softly as he came up behind Peter.
The teenager's eyes widened as a bright smile came to his lips. Loki had spoken! In French! Loki had listened to his French class before they started the film. Loki had been paying attention to what he had been saying for a week. The young man was completely euphoric. Tony was divided with him, should he respond to God's request? No. But on the other hand... Loki wanted a cheeseburger. Ah, what a dilemma for the genius who was caught up in his feelings.
"Je veux un cheeseburger aussi," added Peter.
Tony closed his eyes and took a deep breath.
"Okay everyone in the car. I know a great place."
