Spider-Man One Shots

There goes his cover...

Summary: Loki breaks into Peter's school while being chased by SHIELD agents. When they see the person they believe to be a fellow agent (cough cough Peter), they leave the job to him.

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Gym class was supposed to be difficult for everyone. And it was, in some way.

Cindy had trouble doing pushups, Abe didn't like squats, Betty dreaded doing abs for more than 10 seconds.

Peter, however, had the difficulty of keeping his abilities on the down low. Somehow, some way, he managed to do it.

That was until fucking Loki decided to break into their school while being followed by SHIELD agents.

The class immediately erupted into chaos, trying to reach the furthest corner in order to shield themselves from whatever dangerous situation was going on. Peter stayed at the front, ready to defend anyone if it came to that.

One of the agents, Charlie, skimmed over the room to do a mental map and develop strategies, as well as to see if there were any civilians to protect. As his eyes swept over Peter, he had to do a double take.

"Agent Parker, catch him!" At the mention of the boy's name, all the agents' attention snapped shortly towards him. You could see them all visibly relax at his presence. They knew now that they would all be fine.

Peter sighed. So much for keeping a secret identity.

The class watched with interest and fear as their seemingly weak classmate left the safe spot to fight a villain. Why would professionals ask Peter, when he had just been struggling to do four pushups?

Another sigh from Peter was heard as he bid farewell any chances at a normal life.

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None of Peter's classmates could explain it, they couldn't point out just exactly what was that changed about him, but something did.

It wasn't only the way his big, innocent brown eyes turned emotionless and serious, nor the way he stopped hunching and now seemed taller and stronger. It also wasn't the way he puffed out his chest slightly with the naturalness of a native leader, nor was it the new aura of confidence he held. Those things were immensely noticeable, but they weren't the biggest change.

Then they felt it. What shocked them all was the incredible power and authority that every movement, every inch and every pore of his body emanated.

How could they have possibly not noticed until then? That security, that dominance... How did they ever ignore it?

But if the class was already astonished by then for his change, that feeling couldn't even be compared to what they felt once Peter sprung into action

Three swift movements, that's all it took him.

Peter took a deep breath, looking more annoyed than afraid, and started a small run that gave him just enough impulse to jump to the bleachers that lined the unharmed wall. No one could quite decide if he even made a sound while reaching the destiny surface, the delicacy, grace and fast pace being almost overwhelming for the expectators who hadn't seen anything like that ever before. He crouched and analyzed the space, options swirling in his mind. That was the first movement.

Next, Peter jumped again, this time managing to grip one beam on the roof, from which he started balancing backwards and forward an exact amount of four times until he reached the desired amplitude, then he let go.  That was the second movement.

He landed with a soft and almost imperceptible thump, just behind Loki, who had been entertained by the other SHIELD agents. A knife seemingly materialized on Peter's right hand, and his classmates started wondering how many covered weapons he had always carried on his person. A single punch allowed Peter to pull Loki into a headlock, the knife held firmly against the god's neck. That was the third movement.

Everyone held their breaths.

"Bitch, did you really have to do that?" Peter groaned, startling everyone out of their shocked, terrified and fascinated stupor. "You knew I wanted to go unnoticed, you asshole!"

A quiet series of gasps echoed through the gym not only at Peter's words but also at his actions: he undid the headlock and crossed his arms, pouting. Ok, we could talk about how crossing his arms put him at an unimaginable disadvantage or whatever... but he was pouting. 

Loki turned around with a sly smirk plastered on his unearthily beautiful features. "Oh my. What would Aunt May say about that kind of language?" Peter rolled his eyes, which no longer were cold, stone walls.

"Answer."

"Of course I knew, my friend, I just could not let you be bullied and underappreciated just because you were a fool and did not want to disclose your true worth."

Peter uncrossed his arms. He awed. "You care!"

"No, your daily complaints got insufferable. It is different."

"Whatever you say, god of lies." Now it was Peter's turn to smirk, until he remebered what he was angry about. He scowled again. "But that doesn't change the fact that I told you not to do anything stupid yet you still did."

"Are you calling me stupid?" 

"Yes, I am." The god seemed unfazed by the insult. If anything, his grin widened. "Your horns are pathetic." Oh, low blow. Loki took a sharp breath, smile vanishing.

"They are my godly symbol, you uncultured swine!" He said indignantly.

Peter raised a brow. 

Loki raised a perfectly trimmed brow. 

They stared at each other for a solid five seconds.

Finally, Loki budged, sighing. "Alright, I am sorry."

"No, you're not."

"No, I am not," the god admitted. "You know me so well..." Peter narrowed his eyes. "Okay, okay! I will repay for doing you a favor." He rolled his eyes. Peter hummed in contentment. "Movie night? On Asgard, we do not have those... 'Star Wars'-"

"So you'll get some from here before going? Awesome." He narrowed his eyes further while saying this, leaving the god no alternative, so he nodded. "And... what else?"

Loki blinked. "I will pay for the candy?" He said it more like a question, but Peter's frown softened- but still didn't disappear. "And Thor will be there," he said defeatedly.

Peter's whole sour expression dissolved. "That would be very nice, thank you," he said. He started approaching his friend again.

"I still do not understand why you admire that puny god. He is just a cluster of muscle, electricity, blond hair and puppy eyes."

"Exactly." Peter reached Loki and grabbed his arm in a way that seemed casual yet experienced.

The class, teacher and agents watched their interaction unfold like a tennis match, and they couldn't stop staring until the end, too shocked to open their mouths.

Then, Loki and Peter disappeared within fucking rainbow lights.