Loki’s reformed, they said. He’s not our biggest active threat, they said. Don’t worry about him too much.

They didn’t account for him still being kind of an asshole.

Peter swung down from his perch on the lamppost, landing beside the man. “There is literally a dude in a bird suit trying to throw a car at tourists like three blocks up,” he said. “He’s not doing it very well, but I feel like we should be worried?” Maybe it was his superpowers, but he was pretty sure he could hear the screaming and sirens from here, even in the middle of the midday Midtown din. It was more or less just another day’s work for him, but some backup would always be appreciated. Unfortunately, the only backup around sucked. A lot.

He stood and stretched out his arms, rolled his wrists, prepped his web shooters for action. “I can’t make this shit up. Wanna just trust me on this one and h\elp take Big Bird down a few pegs? It might even be fun.”

Bruce should have expected something disastrous to happen once he’d arrived back in New York. It was part of the Banner charm, he supposed, that everything in his life that could go wrong would go wrong, and he would just have to grit his teeth and bear it. “Loki,” Bruce chided, eyes flashing green at Hulk’s remembrance of his time with the Demi-God.

“I’d say it’s a pleasure, but,” Bruce gave a sarcastic shrug, arms crossing over his chest as the man curled in on himself more. The connection he felt with Thor was incredibly different from the weird tensity he felt around his brother. What did you say to a man you tried to kill on multiple occasions and really didn’t feel sorry about it? ‘𝗛𝗨𝗟𝗞 𝗡𝗢 𝗟𝗜𝗞𝗘 𝗦𝗞𝗜𝗡𝗡𝗬 𝗚𝗢𝗗.’ The thought is intrusive, and Bruce grit his teeth around it. Tried not to voice it through his anxiety. “What are you doing here?”

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“Go fish.” Wade grins as he waves his playing cards like the paper fan of a delicate Chinese geisha, watching a literal deity pick up cards like a child. The guy was intimidating, sure, but it was hard to be frightened when you were technically immortal. Hell, he’d even give the guy props if he managed to keep a guy like Wade dead.

Picking up his own cards, Wade cackles wildly when he sees he’s got a pair of matching two’s. So maybe waiting for the action to come to them wasn’t the best of ideas, but it was difficult to be angry with one another, even with the past they shared, when there were so many better things to be doing.

“Can’t believe you never played Go Fish, man. You’re missing out! When was the last time you sat down and had fun?”