My fault (The true story of Ultron and a buncha chaos)

What a strange kid

POV: Loki

"And what in the multiverse makes you think I want the Tesseract," I hopelessly tried to convince Thor. "It's really pointless to lock my door at night. Honestly. I'll put it back."

I stopped talking, realizing I'd just told him I was planning on stealing the tesseract. Honestly, did it matter? I wasn't going to lose it. Or break it. Or sell it, frig no. Just hide it somewhere to use when I needed it. At some point.

"Brother..." he sighed, looking at me. "I'm afraid you're going to steal it during the day as it is."

"Oh, come on. You always know exactly where I am!" I pointed to my phone, realizing again how useful it would be to have a dagger app. Or a lockpick app. Siri activated herself due to my finger on the home button.

"Are you sure you don't want one of Tony's AI's?" Natasha said, falling in line with us as we walked through Avenger's tower. It wasn't a perfect home, but it was a bad prison, so I'd never argued about staying here. Of course, it did get annoying when everyone was right near me all the time. Also I was running out of books. "He says they won't go ballistic and try to kill everyone again."

"Ultron wasn't Tony's," I said, knowing they'd push away my story-the truth. "It was in the staff. I didn't know until I found it and he possessed me. Somewhat."

"I'm not sure if I want you to be right or not," Tony walked up the stairs to join our conversation.  I audibly groaned.

"Does everyone know where I am?"

"That may have something to do with the tracker on your back," Jarvis noted, keeping up his ever-consistent sarcasm. I rolled my eyes, but felt on my back for the red flashing electronic and tried four times to crush it in my fingers. Thor watched, amused until I finally chucked it out an open window.

"What the crap did Loki just jump out a fricking window?" Steve ran up the stairs, followed by Bruce and Clint. At their seeing me surrounded by everyone else, they stopped.

"Can I please go read?" I asked the entirety of the Avengers, not counting Vision and the twins as always. No one said anything and Steve Bruce and Clint joined the group around me. I took that as a no. "Can I please get a chaperone to the library?"

Silence. Then Thor finally agreed and everyone cleared out to go do their Avengers things. He gave me strict instructions to dress basically like a homeless person and finally, We could go to the library and get new books. Midgardian books were interesting. Most of them followed the same basic stories, and yet new ones were always coming out. I'd tried to read one about their Norse Mythology but ended up putting it down either due to their hideous drawings of me or their incorrect information about everything. I'm adopted, not disowned. Get your facts right.

Thor had texted Jane and found her right away, giving me more instructions to "not wander off and steal the tesseract, and he'd be checking the find my friends app.

I really need to make that dagger app. Pocketknives only did so much, and were rather obvious.

I wandered over to the science shelves, finding too many of the books with Quantum on the cover. Quantum physics, Quantum chemistry, Quantum theory, Quantum basics, Advanced Quantum theory, here we go.

I pick up one on classical chemistry and open to a page showing a block of something and a tiny residue of it left. The heading reads dissolving substances, not vaporization like I'd expected. Someone tapped me on the shoulder, and I turned, aware that my stance was probably less Midgardian than Thor would like. Well, since when did I follow his rules?

A young Midgardian stood before me, wearing a hoodie and a glove to hide something swelling on his left hand. He smiled, reminding me of how I must've looked at that age. His hair was neatly trimmed, light brown, and embarrassingly short. He had a tan line on his nose like he used to wear glasses and recently stopped. I lowered the book and noticed he had the aura of someone going through a crisis.

"Can I help you with something?" I asked.

"Yeah, um, do you understand that book? I need to make a dissolvable thingy for a... science project," He said, gesturing to the page I'm on. It took me a second to realize he was talking about the school system. I suppose Midgardians age fast enough to still need education at this point.

"Of course, just..." I skimmed the page real fast, deciding if I quote the book he might understand what I'm saying. Science was never my exact area of expertise.

"Great, can you help me?" The boy leads me to one of the tables, hurriedly zipping up a backpack left open next to one of the chairs. I sit down, noting that it's almost worth not having to push a cape aside. I quickly read a bit more of the page while he's busy wrestling his backpack closed. Basically... I still don't get it.

I stop reading when he sits down and continue to act like I know anything about this. It would be slightly fun to put a snake or a spider or something in his backpack, but sadly I don't have any on hand. Now, if I had the tesseract...

"I already tried a silicone base, and that wasn't sticking. And I think eythl acetate might help but I'm going to need to get my hands on some purer materials..."

I understood nothing he was saying, so I nodded along. At one point he mentioned school, something about history and me and the avengers. That'd be cool to have my story taught in schools, although they'd probably get the facts wrong. They'd make me seem like the bad guy, and everyone would hate me. Yay. He seemed to realize answers to his own problem and I didn't have to say much except some sympathy when he noted his failed attempts. I read a bit more of the page and didn't notice anything about sticking to anything. Maybe this was a bit more than a school project.

"Oh dang I have to go!" He said, noticing a clock. "Aunt May's going to kill me. I'm Peter, by the way, Peter Parker. I'll see you around here?"

"Oh- sure. I mean, yeah... I'll be here tomorrow probably," I said, hoping that was actually true. While the books weren't "top notch", to act Midgardian, that many just gave me a peaceful feeling I hadn't had since Mother...

I push the thought out of my mind and text Thor to wrap up his date. While the Avengers weren't the greatest company, they helped keep my mind off of everything. Which is currently what I need desperately of all.

I hope you liked the first chapter! I am eager to develop this fanfiction world and I'll give you a few facts:

Everyone has stories about Ultron. You choose who to believe. NO SPOILERS.

Pietro is alive. His death just doesn't make sense. He doesn't show up for a while, though, so I won't stress that too much.

Jarvis and Vision are completely separate beings, because in this universe Vision was one of Tony's other AIs. I just felt like their personalities were too different in the MCU, and he has a big stack of AIs, so Jarvis remembers he's Tony's some time after Ultron is defeated or something, IDK.