Everything was happening so fast... Too fast. Peter's mind couldn't process everything that it was receiving. It wasn't sensory overload, that felt much different than the confusion and... panic that he was feeling now. Sensory overload had confusion and panic too, but it was still different and that was beside the point.

"What do you mean... We're moving? Where are we moving to? For how long?"

"Peter..." May reached her hand out and combed it through her nephew's hair. "I know this is hard... I hate it as much as you do... But we have to leave. We can't stay here anymore."

"B-But the city needs me! I just became an Avenger...! And all my friends are here! I can't just drop everything and leave all of this!""

"Peter-"

"MJ and I just started dating! And who's going to build Lego sets with Ned? Or keep Loki from stabbing everyone or Mr. Stark from staying up all night? I can't leave-"

"We don't have a choice!" May's voice cracked as she looked down, Peter noticing for the first time the tears that were in her eyes. "I have a life here too, Peter. I have people I love here that I will be saying goodbye to, just like you. But we can't stay, we have to leave. With the way things are now, I can't afford to get a new apartment now. We have no choice but to move in with my mother until we can get everything back to normal."

Peter's eyes closed tightly as he ran his hands through his hair and gripped it tightly, dropping down on the sofa as he sighed. "...Okay... But if we have the chance to come back, can we?"

May sat next to him and pulled him into a hug as she nodded. "Of course. First chance we get, we will definitely come back."

It took the two of them quite a few days to pack up their small apartment; in that time, Peter barely slept. He was dividing up his time to spend as much of it as possible with the Avengers as well as helping May and the city. Meaning most of his mornings were spent packing until May dismissed him, his afternoons and evenings were dedicated to hanging out at the Compound, and his nights were solely for crime fighting. He was pushing his limits further than he ever had before. He needed to clean up the streets though before he left, and made sure that the Avengers all had their own instructions left behind by him. He didn't want anything to happen to anyone while he was gone... an impossible task that he had set for himself.

"You can't keep doing this," A familiar voice called from behind him, footsteps walking to him.

Peter glanced back at the man, and even in the dark of night he could make out the smooth features of Loki in casual attire.

"I have to. I have to stop as many bad guys as possible before I leave. Who else will help them?" He looked over the edge of the building to the street below; cars rushing off to who knew where and people hurrying along the sidewalk. "The police are okay, but they never get there in time to stop a brutal mugging or help the kid who got his bike stolen. Without me... who's going to look out for the little guy?"

The sounds of the city were the only noise for a while, the two of them just staring off into the night. It wasn't until Loki heaved a deep breath a few minutes later that their silence was broken. "You're leaving behind a lot of responsibility, but I suppose I could help out with it."

Peter's eyebrows scrunched together behind his mask as he looked at the man. "You'll help out...?"

"Sure. I've gone crime fighting with you before, so what if I do it more often now? I'm sure Thor and a few others wouldn't be against it either if asked."

Thankful to still have his mask on, Peter blinked away the tears that had started to form. To think that Loki, a man that could barely stand being around humans at first, would now offer to help them without even being asked? Major character development.

"Thank you..." Peter sniffled, "That means a lot."

Loki patted his shoulder softly, offering silent support as the boy struggled to get his emotions under control. It reminded Loki of the beginning of their friendship on one of the rare accounts that Peter wouldn't have anything to say (and Loki wouldn't offer any words at the time) and they would just sit in silence on some roof in the city. It felt like an eternity ago...

An eternity since he had thought the boy's ramblings would make his ears bleed out of boredom; something in which now he took comfort -and even humor- in... Eternity since he snuck the boy with him and Thor to Russia and had to face the anger of Stark together afterwards. Eternity since Loki started considering Peter a good friend and person he wanted to protect.

There weren't many people Loki wished to protect, he could probably count the number on one hand. But now he was losing one of the most important people in his life and he could do nothing to stop it.

They sat on that roof together for a while longer, just silently reminiscing in each other's presence until the sky started to lighten. When Peter sighed and went to stand up, Loki finally asked the dreaded question.

"When are you leaving...?"

Peter paused slightly and glanced at Loki before standing up straight on the ledge. "May says everything should be good to go in two days."

"I see... That was fast."

"Too fast."

The man nodded in agreement as he too stood up, looking over Peter's sluggish form. He would be lying if he said that he wasn't dreading Peter's departure...

The boy had started to walk away, getting ready to swing off the roof and head home, but he stopped. Loki raised an eyebrow as Peter shook his head and pulled his mask off, running back to Loki and hugging him tightly.

"I don't wanna go... I want to stay here."

Hesitating only slightly, Loki's arms wound themselves around Peter and pressed him into his chest. "I know, child..."

"We'll see each other again, right? You'll visit me?"

Loki chuckled as he looked down at the boy, "Of course I'll visit you. Who else will keep me entertained and you out of trouble?"

"You can't forget about me." The sound of Peter's broken and scared voice was enough to make Loki feel like his heart was shattered. The boy actually thought it was possible for him to be forgotten?

"I could never forget you, child. Not even if I wanted to. And the same for everyone else; you will never be forgotten. Never. I simply won't allow for it."

Peter's head was buried deep into Loki's chest as his hands gripped the back of his jacket. Loki wasn't normally a touchy kind of person and Peter tried to respect that as much as possible, but right now he really needed the comfort... And from the tightness of Loki's hug, so did he.

"This isn't the end, Peter, far from it. You'll be back one day, I know it. You just need to take care of yourself while you're out there. I want you back here in one piece, understand?"

Peter nodded slightly, a small smile making its way onto his face. "Yeah... Yeah, I understand. I'll be extra careful so I won't worry you too much."

"Good." They separated a little so that Loki could ruffle the boy's hair with a fond smile. "Now let's bring you home, child. I'm sure your aunt will be worried if you aren't back when she wakes up."

A/N: Question: how do you write a story about Spider-Man leaving the MCU in an MCU story without Loki threatening to kidnap Peter or Peter just moving in with the Avengers?

Answer: you can't. It's impossible. So this story is very choppy and doesn't make a lot of sense... I'm so sorry. I just wanted to get this idea out of my head after it hit me at 4am this morning.

I will be writing and posting a Tony version of this story hopefully soon, to those who like an IronDad and SpiderSon.