Wrong number :/~~Spider-Man

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Peter had expected Loki to go human when he expressed that he knew the disguise already. Loki, however, did not do that. He just nodded a conscious hello and moved on.

By then, Peter had vacated to the couch, unsure what to do. He didn't have a phone, Harley and Tony were out, who knew what Stephen was up to, and he'd already caught up on the work given to the patients caught in the explosion, so he was pretty much set.

Loki stuck around for a bit, finding a gracious napping spot underneath the coffee table. Peter just stared at him, tapping his fingers on his pants.

Not to take the life for granted, but he was bored.

After a couple more minutes of him fiddling around with the hems of his clothing and clicking his nails together, the god (revaluation just hit that Loki was still a god holy heck) seemed to have enough.

"Why are you here?" Peter heard, jumping at the sudden intrusion.

He looked down to the black cat, an expression going as dead as a cat's face could muster.

"Uhm.. I don't know" he wrapped his arms around himself, trying to find a position to make him look less awkward.

The silence that followed didn't help.

"You mortals can be so boring sometimes" the cat grumbled, stretching himself out as he trotted over to the couch, hopping on it gracefully, "I've yet to discover where your academic creativity spawns when your lives are so short, and all you do is lay around".

"That's all I've seen you do, sir" Peter retorted.

Okay time to stop talking. No need to insult a god. That was a terrible idea and Peter should just bury himself right now.

Loki just sat down next to Peter, joining him at staring at what was now the wall.

Peter gulped. Now he was nervous.

"You are very strange, you know".

He tilted his head to look at the cat.

The cat stared back at him.

"You have not been in the tower much. There have been more 'children' wandering around, but half of them are insufferable. I began to wonder if you'd taken the guts to buzz off from this war zone" he continued, letting his tail flick against Peter's leg, "the mood here has been dreadful. I've been asked on numerous occasions to illusiinalize various objects to keep the younglings entertained. I am not a party animal", Peter could hear the cat hiss in his voice.

"It does get pretty wild around here" he responded, trying to stay polite while understanding he was supposed to speak back.

"Have you become aquatinted with that 'Harley' child?" Loki asked, his expressions on the cat mimicking that of a human's.

Peter might've forgotten to respond if he thought about it too much. It was freakishly cool.

"Yeah, a little bit" he shrugged, fiddling with his shirt.

"He's the worst."

Peter's head shot to Loki in question, unsure how to go about it. Loki didn't stop though.

"That sprat started a debate on wether or not dogs or cats were better while I was letting him touch me" he growled, his tone akin to that of a soccer mom complaining about another mother's parenting, "and yet they were surprised when I bit him!!".

"He.. what?" This was news to Peter.

"I'm never letting another grimy handed brat touch me again". Peter put his hand down.