Wrong number :/~~Spider-Man

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Peter gave a restrained smile of excitement, glad he'd won over the feline in such a short amount of time. He pet it softly idly for a moment, basking in his victory.

It was then that Peter got a sense from the cat he was certain he should not be feeling from it. His eyes widened as he moved along with said feeling, throwing his head to the left as an arm bashed into the couch.

The cat, who was no longer on his lap, was also no longer a cat.

Peter scooted back into the corner of the couch, absolutely petrified to see a man where the creature once was. The stranger's arm was laid flat on the couch in impact, right where Peter's neck had just been.

"What—" Peter breathed, before being cut off by the man.

"You are sharper than I thought you'd be" the unmistakably violent intent that radiated from him seemed to dissolve almost as fast as it came.

"You were just—" Peter didn't want any beef with the cat man, still trying to figure out if he'd need to prepare to launch himself again anytime in the near future.

The magical furry looked lamely at his fear, sliding down into a comfortable position on the couch.

Peter stopped talking. This was weird enough as it was. He didn't feel any more threatening auras from the man, so he took that as a good sign.

"Apologies for the suddenness of my.. experiment. I have seen you walking around these halls for a couple of days now. I was curious as to why the man of metal would allow a.." he looked Peter up and down, as if realizing something, "..child? Into his home?".

Peter was still quite shaken up. He was pretty sure with the grip this dude had on that couch like half a second after Peter moved, his neck would've definitely had some bruising, so long as it didn't snap first. He did not move from his position.

"I did not realize you were a youngling, I apologize" the cat man seemed more sincere this time, "although I am impressed. I've not had much contact with midguardian children yet. Are all of you this swift in times of need, or are you a spawn of one of the.. heroes in this establishment?" The way he talked seemed so proper, and Peter was honestly still too confused and terrified to give a very good answer.

"I.. uh.. neither, sir" he tried releasing the stick-grip from the couch he'd developed to get into a more natural position, but unfortunately it seemed as if he was stuck looked like a frightened little girl with his outward demeanor.

"Neither?" The furry (as Peter would refer to him as until he received a name), seemed intrigued, quirking his head, "then, to whom do I owe the pleasure?"

The furry stuck out his hand in a greeting. Peter decided enough was enough and peeled his arms from the couch, cautiously sticking his arm out to accept the polite gesture.

"Peter.. uhm, Peter Parker" he introduced himself, assuming that's what this was for.

"Loki of Asgard. What brings you to this elevated domain?" He asked, acting as if he hadn't've nearly killed Peter like three seconds ago, leaning back into the couch.

The.. Thor's brother, actual god Loki??

"I.. live here now, I guess" he muttered, not fully certain how to respond to that while coping with the fact that he'd been considering and actual GOD a magical furry as a first impression.

"Who is your guardian? I do not recall any children being around the tower other than the archer and ant man's young ones. Did the red witch spot an older one she wanted?" He asked, mostly talking to himself at this point.