"What do you mean Loki's coming too?" Mr. Stark demands. I can hear him greying from my place on the couch.
"I told you already, I wish for him to see earth's beauty as I have. Perhaps he will be...less murderous," Thor says eloquently.
"Yeah, buddy, I doubt that will stop him."
"I have been quite entranced!" He booms, "and perhaps he will be entranced equally."
"You and Loki are quite different, if you haven't noticed." Mr. Stark sighs.
"We were raised the same, Man Of Iron!"
"I doubt you were," he mutters, swearing under his breath. After a moment of deliberation, he decides, "Fine. Loki can come. But —" Stark says to Mr. Thor's enthusiastic face, "— if he even thinks about world domination, I will send him right back to Asgard."
"Understood, brother," Thor says solemnly.
He goes to leave.
"My god," Stark curses under his breath, muttering something in Italian that I'm pretty sure I don't want to hear.
Three days later Loki and Thor arrive. Mr. Stark told me not to talk to the 'manic'. Pfft, he looks nice and slightly misunderstood to me. Thor charges off to meet with Jane, leaving Loki, Mr. Stark and I alone in the compound. Mr. Stark has to take a business call, because — I quote — "Pepper will have my balls if I don't" I know he's serious because he doesn't laugh at my": "I thought Pepper already had your balls?" Honestly, I thought that it's funny?
I'm thirsty, so I scrawl a note on a post-it, and suanter out of the lab to get a drink from the kitchen.
"And who are you, pray tell?" Loki asks, stepping forward. I choke on my water, coughing heavily.
I swallow. "Uh, hi, my names Peter and aren't you mean to be evil?"
Loki shrugs, "I can hardly keep up anymore."
"Oh, cool, cool," I say, nodding along and trying to be casual.
He cocks a brow, smile growing, "you are son of Stark, correct?"
"What..no, no, no! I'm not his..uh, I'm not Mr. Starks kid! Not that that wouldn't be awesome and everything, but yeah, I'm not uh...his," I cringe.
YOU MEET A LITERAL GOD AND THIS IS WHAT YOU DO. WHAT THE HELL, PARKER.
"Huh, I see. Romanoff son?"
"No!" I say frantically
"Bruceson?"
"Bruce is cool, but he's not my dad."
"Steveson?"
"Uh, I don't even know if that's possible."
"Buckyson?"
"Again, don't know if that's possible."
"Pepperson?"
"Ms. Potts is awesome and MJ says she's an iconic woman, but, uh, no."
"Hmm." Loki stops to think for a moment, then gasps, "lokison?!"
"No, no! My parents died when I was little," I clarify.
"Ah," Loki reaches out to rest a huge hand on my shoulder, "I see. My parents are dead too, both biological and not."
"What do you mean, 'biological and not'?" I question, confused.
He barks out a laugh, "you do not know?" at the shake of my head he continues, "I am a frost giant, adopted by Odin and raised alongside Thor."
A pregnant moment passes between us while I try and control my wild grin, "Elsa," I whisper, not able to wrangle myself.
"What?
Time jump 5 hours.
"Peter, why are there Penguins lose in Central Park?" the pirate asks, at least that's what he looks like.
"Uh, because there aren't any polar bears?"
Fury sighs, steepling his hand on his tempel "my god," he whispers.
Tony barges through the door. I shiver, the kool aid juice is not helping - especially with aircon.
"That thing with the models," he blows a kiss towards me, "fantastic."
"It was Mr. Loki's idea, Mr. Stark." I blush, "but the slime was mine."
"Rhodey and me at MIT couldn't have done better."
"Rhodey and I, Mr. Stark," I correct. He's a genius, shouldn't he know basic grammar.
"Whatever," he waves a hand at me. "Let's go!"
"Are we allowed?" I ask, sparing a glance at Fury — looking done with life. Honestly, mood.
"Of course we are!" Tony jets out before Nick can respond, "c'mon Peter." He opens the door and I get up and make my way out, squelching slightly.
"Wait, where's Mr. Loki?"
"Detained with Thor. We'll break him out later." Tony closes the door to Fury's "I swear to god Stark, if you break out a megalomaniac I will—!"
"I thought you didn't like Mr. Loki?"
"I don't, I like his pranks," He says, turning down a corridor.
"Next you'll be tell me that you don't like Star Wars."
"Welllll," Mr. Stark screws up his face, whistling slightly.
"Mr. Stark!" I breath, scandalized and offered to my very core.
"Hurry up, kid," he says, powering forward. I run to catch up, picking egg out of my hair.