Hidden in Plain Sight // A Spiderfrost Fanfic

Chapter 52

I'm not dead, I swear! I just felt a severe lack of inspiration to write this story, but I'm back now! So enjoy the chapter! (So so sorry for abrupt disappearance!)

Loki's POV

I heard Peter mutter, "Incoming." Right as I saw Tony descending from the sky. He landed on the roof.

"You are in huge trouble," he rumbled.

"How'd you get out?" Peter demanded.

"Vision can phase through solid matter, even vibranium."

Peter face palmed. "Stupid."

Tony scolded Peter for several minutes.

I watched, leaning back on my palms, and recalled my experiences from the past few days. I knew that my body had triggered a defense mechanism that had rendered me useless in my own mind. I could recall most of the memories, but I had no control over my body. I hated that feeling. It was claustrophobic and suffocating, and suddenly I knew how Bruce felt.

I sat idle, continuing to witness their argument before I decided I was tired of it. "Can we go now? I would like to go back to the tower and take a nap."

Tony's words died in his throat and he recoiled in absolute shock, staring at me. "It worked? You were able to get his memories back?"

Peter huffed in frustration. "That's what I have been trying to tell you!"

"Oh."

Peter snatched up his bag and pulled out the suit. "I'm going to go change inside the stairwell," He said, pointing to the nearby door that sat in the corner of the roof.

He dropped the backpack and jogged over. We watched him disappear behind the door and stood there in awkward silence. Neither of us could think of anything to say. Peter came running back shortly, dressed in his spandex costume and he unceremoniously stuffed his clothes into the bag.

He carefully zipped it closed. "I'm ready too."

"Don't think you're out of trouble, Peter!" Tony warned, allowing the both of us to get ready to leave.

"Whatever you say, Dad."

Peter bent over and I climbed onto his back, used to the drill by now. He jumped off the roof and swung away. I craned my neck to watch Tony's frame get smaller and smaller in the distance.

Despite the wind howling around us and the constant jerking of hopping from one web to another, I felt warm and contented, glad to be so close to Peter. I hugged him closer and rested my face on his shoulder. It had been a traumatic last few days, and I was glad to just have a moment alone with him.

My mind wandered to when we hooked up and I screwed my eyes shut to make the lewd thoughts vanish. This was definitely not the time.

I heard Peter speak, but the words were lost in the wind.

"What?"

"BRACE YOURSELF," he shouted back.

The warmth I had previously felt was ripped from by body as we suddenly launched into a free-fall. My mouth was wide open in a silent scream. I dug my fingers into the fabric of his suit and held onto him with both my legs and arms, terrified of falling off. My stomach tied itself into knots as we plummeted towards the pavement.

My brain was barely able to process the faint fingers pointing at us from onlookers below. Peter calmly rewired his web-shooters as wind whipped his brown hair around.

He closed his shooters. Peter managed to connect his webs to a nearby building and caught us right before we hit the concrete. If I had reached out my hand, I could've brushed it with my fingertips. Bystanders gaped as we passed by, several had phones out. We flew through the air and gradually got back in rhythm.