#pre-spiderman

His gut tightened when the man invading New York stepped into his room.  He didn’t seem to notice Peter at first, which he thought was unusual, and pressed his back against the now closed door. Wasn’t the man supposed to be a god?

Peter’s heart pounded like drums and he was surprised when the sound didn’t give him away. His breath sped up unconsciously to match the invader’s breath and Peter couldn’t move an inch. From his profile Peter could see the way his curls were falling against his cheeks. The greasy locks emphasizing the hollows in his cheeks and the cuts torn into his skin. His uniform was disheveled and if Peter didn’t know better he would say the man looked like he was just thrown out of a ship midair. The whole ensemble created an intimidating image and fear curled around his heart.

The man scanned the room before landing on Peter. His breath left his body as the man froze. The only noticeable movement was the narrowing of his eyes. The action wasn’t enough, however, to block the vibrant blue from escaping Peter’s notice. The color looked unnatural somehow on the person in front of him.

Peter held his breath not able to say anything. The cold blue bore into him and Peter had the wild thought that maybe the intruder could see into his mind. That he could read every thought and action before Peter himself knew they passed. He opened his mouth but all that left was a gust of air. His eyes searched the room for anything to use. His phone was behind him and his fingers twitched toward it. Nothing else would be of use to him in his room but his eyes landed on a picture of him and his dad when he was young.

In the photo his left tooth had fallen out and he was dressed up as a zombie with rotten brains and all. His father changed up his usual costume of Iron Man when Peter complained it was lazy and predictable. Instead he went as a vampire with a cape and fake teeth.

Loki found the picture Peter was staring at and a smile similar to the Cheshire cat crossed his face. He took a step towards Peter and Peter automatically leaned back. The edge of the desk digging into his back but it wasn’t far enough.

“Is this the great Stark junior? Hiding away in his room?” The soft voice floated in the air and pierced Peter.

How did the man know exactly what was bothering him so much? He voiced Peter’s own thoughts on the matter and frustration tinged the fear. The fact that he was a teen and would be going against super aliens didn’t register with Peter. He only thought about the fact that everyone else was fighting and he was sequestered to his room. Loki somehow knew and voiced his insecurity.

“I’m….I’m not hiding.” He said and noted how pathetic the defensive words sounded.

“Aren’t you?” Loki responded. Peter missed the softening in his eyes and a green swirl fight for dominance.

“I’m not strong enough to do anything. I’m too weak.” Peter did notice a rage return to Loki’s eyes. He flinched back as Loki came charging forward.

There was this kinetic power about him and Peter realized the man could do anything. He wouldn’t be able to stop him. Loki hovered tall and mighty over Peter who, if asked, didn’t feel strong enough to even pick up a pencil. He was certain this was it. Somehow his words provoked the man and Peter was dead.

It was silent and Peter gathered the courage to look up. Loki’s face was narrowed in concentration. His eyes closed and his head turned up in an imitation of a prayer. Slowly, as if in great pain, Loki lowered his head and rested his gaze on Peter again.

Vibrant green eyes stared down on him. Was it normal for Asgardian eyes to change color? Loki gripped his shoulder but it wasn’t harsh as Peter expected. It was too tight but it almost was comforting.

“Never say that again.” He spoke in a quiet voice and Peter thought he was talking to himself now. “No one is too weak to help. You are strong enough to help if you have the will. Don’t let anyone tell you that you are not.” Peter nodded and Loki’s shoulders fell. Peter thought he might be dreaming when a small smile came to Loki’s face. Silence fell on them and Peter relaxed his shoulders now that he thought Loki wasn’t there to kill him.

A loud roar came from outside his bedroom and the quiet bubble they were in popped. Both of them turned to see the Hulk smash through the wall of his room. Cement and dust spewed everywhere and the hand of Peter’s shoulder tightened.

Peter loved Bruce. The man was always willing to help him with homework or to chat about anything and everything. What he never told anyone, especially the man, was he was afraid of the Hulk. He knew logically that he would never hurt Peter but the unpredictability of his nature put Peter on edge and he felt guilty every time the thought came to his mind.

Sitting there in front of the raging Hulk, Peter’s whole body tensed. Hulk roared when he saw Loki’s hand resting on his shoulder and turned to face the intruder. Spit soared out of his mouth and he couldn’t tell if he or Loki was trembling at their predicament. Then the finger’s stilled and Peter somehow knew his eyes were blue again.

“Enough!” Loki yelled out. “I am a god and I won’t be bullied…” His voice was drowned out by another roar and Peter could see the veins popping out from the Hulk’s forehead.

The Hulk moved forward. Peter was frozen to the spot. His hands trembled against his side. The Hulk arm reached forward to grab the man standing next to him. Peter watched as he grabbed his leg and threw him into the air and then smashed him down into the ground. Than again into his bed. Loki was cocooned by the indent of the hole in the ground. His body looked small next to the large slabs of cement. Hulk raised his arms together over his head and stepped forward to bring it down on the god already beaten to the ground. He could die!

Peter acted without thinking and jumped up. He raced over to stand in front of the supine figure.

“No!” He yelled up at Hulk. The green man’s eyes narrowed and his chest broadened to look bigger. “Hulk, please stop!”

Hulk yelled at his face and his heart stopped at the strength pouring off of the Hulk. Peter needed to help. He had to do something. Loki wasn’t all right. He was lying motionless and Peter knew he should help.

“Hulk don’t smash.” A giant voice sounded but Peter was too afraid to look away from the green figure in front of him who was growling and staring at Loki.

“Peter!” Another voice sounded and he knew his dad made it home.

The Hulk twisted to look behind and growled once more. Peter finally understood the phrase if looks could kill and breathed out when Hulk turned to leave. He smashed another hole in the wall directly next to the first one he made on entry.

Peter collapsed onto the ground not caring about looking weak. He heard rubble moving behind him and brought his fingers up to feel his pulse. It was racing but the beat grounded him. The tempo continued to climb but he had done it. How had he done it?

He tensed when a hand rested against his shoulder. Red and gold entered his vision and then his dad’s stern face. The man knelt next to him and opened his mouth to talk. Peter beat him to it and weakly said, “I didn’t leave my room just like you asked, Dad.“

His dad’s face softened and he pulled Peter into a large hug. Peter clung tight knowing his dad was safe and home. He looked up to see Loki next to his brother. The two were talking and Peter was surprised when Loki held out his hands voluntarily. Thor cuffed them and turned his brother to lead him out of the room. Loki stopped before exiting and turned to him.

“Thank you, Peter.” He said and with a nod he was gone.

His dad looked at him with a furrowed brow and Peter shrugged, not ready to talk about the strange encounter in his room. He looked around the space not believing that the crumbles of furniture were all that was left of his room. His dad walked around to assess the damage and let out a whistle at the man-sized crater where his bed used to be. He noticed something on Peter’s desk, the only furniture to survive, and picked up a notebook.

“Michelle Jones? That wouldn’t happen to be the illustrious MJ, would it Peter? You know I have her mom on speed dial…” Peter got up and swiped the notebook from his hand. He could tell he was blushing from head to toe and wished the Hulk had better aim.

“Dad…” He whined.

His dad pulled him close and hugged him tight again.

“I Love you Peter.“ He said.

“I love you too, Dad.”

Peter stuffed the notebook in his backpack and the two of them left the demolition cite. He was relieved that the whole floor didn’t take as much damage as his room.

“How about pizza?” Peter nodded, never being hungrier but a thought stopped him.

“Dad. I think something was wrong with Loki.” His dad snorted and continued to head to the kitchen.

“There’s a lot wrong with him, Peter.”

“No, I mean. You should look into it. He had two different eye colors and behaved different depending on which color.” His dad’s eyes narrowed as he thought. “I think something was wrong with him. He was… strange but kind of nice -believe it or not -when they were green.”

His dad stared at him but Peter didn’t shrink under the intimidating glance. He faced down the Hulk today. He could withstand a stare from his dad. In fact he felt like he could run a marathon, like he could do anything.

Tony smiled at Peter’s determined face and pulled him in for another hug. He couldn’t get enough of them and would take any reminder that his son was safe. That Loki, Hulk, or any other threats didn’t take a piece out of him. He smiled as Peter hugged him closer.

“I’ll see what I can do.”

Thank you!! 💛

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I could find a date that is moderately attractive, but would still go with me, but someone who is also super nice and super awesome, but not too weird or gay that the night has no romance at all. This would show Alex how much fun I can have without him. In this regard, I only have one person who sticks out in my mind. He has a lovely face, and a wonderful personality. But I am fairly certain he thinks that I am stupid, because I sit by him in pre-calc. I call him Peter-Parker, or Pre-Spiderman, because he basically is as adorable as Andrew Garfield's Peter Parker. And he has a wonderful personality. And he seems like he is fond of me in a friend capacity. But he might be gay. Thats fine, though. 

SECOND! I could find a date that I would have no fun with, but is super super super attractive, so that I could make Alex jealous, and show him that he was the reacher and I was the settler in that relationship. In this regard, there is almost no way that this could happen, because, like...just look at me.  But I could, potentially explain the situation to someone who could appreciate it. So, I feel like it has to be someone who secretly has a thing for me, but wont say it because I am weird. So that's no one. But Crash has a sense of humor, and he has an asshole side, so I feel like he would go with me because he would find it funny that I am just going to spite my ex.  Which would be funny. And we could work out a way to get one of his sophomore skanks there so I could go with him in name only, and he could still grind with one of his many childlike love interests. 

So we will see how that pans out.