Found (Loki Soulmate Story) {COMPLETE}

Chapter Nineteen

(Your Pov)

"What happened?" Peter asked you, as you were shaken from your conversation with Loki.

"You tell me, Spider-Man." You narrow your eyes at him, pissed off for so many reasons. Why didn't he ever tell you? Why didn't you realise sooner? How could he constantly risk his life daily? How did he get drugged?

"I was going to tell you-"

"When Peter? I told you I had a soulmate, I told you about my dad, and Spider-man has been around for months! When were you going to tell me?"

"I didn't want you to get dragged into anything! I thought you were just another kid at school, I didn't know how you could even help."

"Well I'm helping now. Who else knows you're Spider-man? What features do you already have on your suit? Why were you drugged?"

"Well actu- I was what!" He shouted, frantically looking around his body to see if there was any external injuries. That wasn't how drugging worked though. Honestly. How had he survived this long?

"You crashed through the window an hour ago, drugged out of your mind. Can't you remember anything?"

"No, I... I was just swinging through Queens. There wasn't anyone or anything different about it."

"Queens is miles away from New York! What do you mean you were 'swinging through Queens'? How'd you get here!"

"I don't know, Sky. It's all blurry." He rubbed his temples for emphasis, although he seemed in genuine discomfort.

"Get some rest. Maybe dad can figure this out." You get up to leave, hearing exactly who you were looking for come down the hall.

"Kid, you're ok!" Your dad shouted as he entered, and you could only roll your eyes. Their relationship was something else entirely, for sure. In some ways Peter was the son your Dad never had, and you were ok with that. Your relationship with your father was unique, a true father-daughter relationship. It's one of the main reasons you were so concerned over telling your dad your soulmate was Loki. Dads could be... protective. Especially your own.

Without further conversation, you leave the medbay heading up to the common room. You've been banned from any alcohol again, your birthday having been a one-time occasion. You were planning on grabbing a glass of juice instead, or maybe some microwave popcorn. You just needed that satisfying feeling of consuming your stress and worries, which was something probably inherited from your dad.

"Hey Sky!" Natasha interrupted your brooding, right before you got onto the elevator. "Want to spar?"

Natasha was definitely one of your closest friends if purely for this reason. She always knew how you felt, and she always knew exactly what you needed. Sparring was ten times better than consuming your worries, and probably much healthier as well.

"Yes. I'll meet you down there in ten." You suddenly have an extra boost in your step, practically skipping to your room to change into proper sparring clothes.

This was going to be fun.

*

"Ready." A swipe over your head. A roundhouse kick towards her spleen. Two more jabs, the second one grazing your shoulder. The two of you sparred around the mats, testing each other's skills and working out any pent up frustration. Punching bags could only do so much, sparring was the true workout.

This match was lasting much longer, the ones before mainly used for warm-up. This was both of you actually trying to pin the other. This was a test of all you've learned, the two of you going all out to best your opponent. Master against student. Teacher against pupil.