Peter Parker Oneshots

Lokison? (request)

A/N: Bet you can't guess what I still don't own! (Hint: it starts with 'Mar' and ends with 'vel'.)

This is a request from @ticcitobyAXE! Hope you enjoy!

Warnings: implied bad language (its only half the word though)

Peter dropped his hands quickly, letting the strands of green magic fade out of the air. "M-Mr. Stark!"

Tony, oblivious to the magic Peter had been performing a minute ago, smiled and swaggered up to his protege. "Hey, kid. Whatcha doing?"

Peter flushed and turned his head away from his mentor. He couldn't let him find out about the magic. Tony hated Loki, and Loki was the only other person Peter knew who could do what he did. Peter didn't want Tony to hate him too. "Oh! I was just thinking up some ideas for my suit. I was thinking we could add an emergency protocol for when Karen picks up alien life forms? Cause like, if she picks up some crazy Avengers grade stuff, I would want you to be alerted before I get injured." Peter grinned sheepishly, hoping his cover was good enough.

It was. Tony's eyes glazed over and he started muttering calculations to himself. "...maybe only for a certain number...hate to admit it, but the kid could handle at least five at once...should work for tech, too...if I use a separate program, it'll be slower...I can put it in the injury protocol..."

Peter let go of a breath he had been holding. He quickly excused himself and ran away from the lab.

Unfortunately, or maybe fortunately, for Peter, because of his quick escape, Tony had no time to inform him of the visitors currently in the tower. So, as Peter emerged in the communal living room and began his ritual greetings, he was greeted with a shock.

"Hello Captain Rogers, Miss Romanoff, Clint, Dr. Banner..." Peter's eyes grew wide as he observed the two gods currently watching him curiously.

"Pete, why do you call him Clint, but refuse to do the same to us?" Steve complained.

"Oh! I'm sorry, Clint. I didn't realize you also wanted to be called Clint." Peter smirked, pulling his eyes away from the visitors. Steve rolled his eyes. "But, more seriously, why should I call Clint Mr. Barton when he acts like a five year old most of the time?"

Clint gasped exaggeratedly, but his retorts where cut off by a soft voice.

"Peter?"

———

Loki was known for many things. He was a trickster, maybe a little evil, and definitely charming. He was not, however, loving or kind.

Only one person had ever been able to work his way into his heart. His son, Peter Dmitri Lokison. He had been taken when he was only a baby, and Loki had spent most of his life searching for his lost offspring.

When a teenaged boy walked into the Avenger's Tower, looking every bit like his mother, Loki knew he had found the one person he truly loved.

"Peter?"

———

The name, spoken from his father, tore Peter away from his teasing. Memories flooded his mind as he remembered the days spent with his father as a baby.

"Dad!"

Peter threw himself into Loki's arms, shocking everyone present. Even more shocking, however, was Loki's response. He pulled the boy close to him and kissed his forehead tenderly while Peter cried.

"Finally, Peter, I found you." Loki muttered softly into his son's beautiful brown curls.

Loki pulled away slightly and soaked up the sight of his son. It had been so long since he had last seen the boy. "How is your magic coming along, little one?"

Peter scrunched up his nose at the endearment, but accepted it. After all, 15 was very little to a god. Peter lifted his hands and let tendrils of green magic wrap around them.

The soft moment was interrupted by a billionaire's coffee mug crashing to the floor. "What the fu-"

Hehehe. I was going to go in a different direction for this one, but I like this. It's sweet.

Anyways, hope that worked for you too!

Bye!