"Mr. Stark?" I call out, wandering into the communal living room. It's empty, no-one to be seen. "FRIDAY? Where's Mr. Stark?"

"In his lab, but he's coming up now. You can wait for him here."

"Thanks, FRI."

"No problem, Peter."

I wander further into the room, flopping down on a couch. I pull out my science homework, figuring I'll just do my homework up here, but something shiny catches my attention.

Thor's hammer.

It's just sitting there, a block of some type of metal-stone material with a sturdy leather handle.

It's strangely beautiful, and I can't stop looking at it. I reach forward, fingers grazing the stone. As soon as my fingertips make contact, a strange jolt of electricity runs through me.

I grasp the handle, pulling it across the table and towards me easily. It's easy to lift, effortless, yet there's a strange grounding presence in my hand. Crackles of electricity flow through me every few seconds.

"Hey kid! Guess who's visiting from Asgard…" Tony stops, open mouthed in the doorway, a blonde Thor next to him. Thor.

OMG. OMG. THOR, THOR. I'M GOING TO DIE. LITERALLY, THIS IS THE END GUYS. WE MET THOR AND NOW MY LIFE IS COMPLETE.

I'm snapped out of my fanboy/panic induced trance at (for once) Tony's slack expression, and Thor's proud — and a little confused one.

Both of their gaze are set on the hammer still gripped in my hand. I nearly turn myself inside out in my apologies. What if picking up someone else's hammer is like totally rude in Asgardian society and now Mr. Thor's gonna have to kill me!

"Omg, I'm sorry Mr. Thor! It was just on the table and I…" I stumble forward, past my forgotten homework. Too late I remember I'm still holding the hammer, and set it on the coffee table quickly. "Honestly, I am so sorry, like that's probably really rude, but I just didn't think and it was right there and…"

I trail off as the god approaches, lifting a hand and clapping it down on my shoulder, "it is of little consequence."

"Oh, uh, it isn't?"

Thor throws back his head and laughs, "of course not. You should be proud, mortal, not many have the worthy to wield such a weapon, you know now you have the power to rule—"

"And that's enough, Pointbreak," Tony interjects quickly, cutting the god off. "We don't want the kid getting a big head," he adds to Thor, quietly enough but I still hear it clearly. Super-senses and all.

"What? What's the big deal?" I ask, tilting my head.

Tony's gaze drifts to Mjolnir on the coffee table. "Nothing, kid," he says finally, shushing Thor when he goes to say something. "Hey, how about you go start working in the lab. I'll give you a hand with your homework."

"I don't need a hand, Mr. Stark. Genius, remember?" I say, a gathering my things, but still not convinced that everything's normal, especially when I see the hammer glinting on the low table.

"Yeah kid, I remember," Tony says, trying to smile, although it just comes off constipated - strange for him.

I walk past the two superheros standing in the doorway. Tony's glare to Thor silences him before he even opens his mouth.

They wait to talk until I'm down the hallway, but even then I can still hear.

"You do know that now he is a worthy ruler of Asgard —"

"Shush! The kid has super hearing!"

"Your son seems to be quite powerful."

"SON?! No, I um, just, no I mean not to say — he's not my kid." Tony splutters, finally settling on a right answer.

"Oh, I see. My brother is adopted too."

Tony's protests slip out of my range of hearing.

I crack a smile, laughing to myself as I reach the workshop.

"Anything funny, Peter?" FRIDAY asks from the ceiling.

"No, FRI, nothing at all," I grin.