The spider and the widow

Sick

Peter was feeling sick, after he talked with his new friend he decided to go and find the others, he made it into the elevator before collapsing, Peter lay on the ground convulsing and frothing at the mouth

***Loki***

Something's wrong

Loki jumped to his feet, The child had just left but the Norse god noticed something strange, he could feel a strange dark presence near the boy, it was a power that was ancient and strangely familiar but Loki dismissed it creating a link between him and the boy as a precaution.

The link wasn't anything fancy it simply allowed him to tell what the child was feeling and locate him in the event of trouble and if worst came to worst create a powerful shield around him although that would sever the link.

A short while after the child had left through the small dent in the bars that he had created, loki felt that something was off with the child

His instincts kicked in and he teleported out of his cell, he followed the child, teleporting into the elevator. There he found the Peter convulsing and he panicked.

He didn't know what to do and the fear of losing the child was overwhelming, it had only been a short while since he had met this mortal but he cared about him like he was family.

He decided to freeze the child in time, time was tricky he could end up hurting the child more than healing him but after taking a look at the dark veins beginning to appear on the child's skin he knew he had little time to waste 

'óra diakopís'

The child was frozen with a green glow surrounding him and loki took the small child into his arms just as the elevator door opened....

**Tony**

We were relaxing in the lounge, after Loki's attack we all decided to watch a movie minus Nat and Peter, Nat came back soon though and she  joined us.

''Hey Nat where's Peter?'' i asked curiously.

She opened her mouth to reply but just then we heard the familiar ding of the elevator to see the Norse God holding a pale and sickly looking Peter in his arms before disappearing in a puff of green smoke.

Immediately everyone leaped to their feet.

what just happened?

''Where did they go?" I asked.

Nat seemed conflicted, as if she was trying to work something out ,

''Peter looked sick ''She said, '' I don't think it's Loki's fault."

Confusion and anger swept through me, Peter was sick and he was missing, something had gone very wrong

...............

Loki

"I can heal him," echoed a voice inside his head, "bring him to me"

If Loki had learnt one thing in his lifetime, it was not to fall for the same trick twice but he was getting desperate and he couldn't keep his magic up forever though he knew someone who just might be able to...

He apparated into a courtyard where he saw a familiar person floating cross legged in the air,

"Steven I need your help" pleaded the God, desperation clear in his voice.

The doctor turned slowly a hint of surprise registering across his face however it quickly disappeared. "I can't help you." he said almost dejectedly.

Loki wanted to plead to shout, but he knew it was futile, if Strange couldn't help him it wasn't because he didn't wish to but because he lacked the ability to do so. Loki sighed, his body beginning to burn slightly from the strain that such powerful magic was putting on his body, keeping one mortal out of the stream of time.

Loki steeled his nerves and prepared himself to do one thing he hated above all else, walking blindly into a confrontation, however he was running out of options and soon, he realized, he would no longer have the strength to even apparate and so he made up his mind. He would do whatever it took to save Peter.