POV: Loki
Pietro and Peter follow me, softly arguing over who would've won if I hadn't intervened. Of course, I knew and had told them neither could win without breaking the Avenger's sparring rules. And of course, both of them dismissed what I said.
"Where are we going, Uncle Loki?" Peter finally asked. I stopped in the room we'd played kahoot in earlier.
"I figured since I was going to be here a while I thought I'd make the most of it. So," I said, rubbing my hands together, "I've been planning this for a while. In fact, that's half the reason why I told Natasha to bring you here in the first place."
"So what are we doing?" Pietro said, skepticism crossing his face for a moment. I grinned.
"Just a joke on Tony. I told Jarvis to stop his clocks and watches in the lab. We're going to set all the clocks forward two hours. And lucky for us," I conjured a paper schedule I found in his lab. "He happens to have a press conference in those two hours. Marked with fourteen different colored arrows by none other than Pepper Potts."
"I'll work from the top, you two work from the bottom, we should meet at the third floor," Pietro said, grinning.
"Actually, Peter, you should distract Tony. It wouldn't work if he happened to see us changing the clocks. Plus," I patted his shoulder. " That would count as less time you still have to work for him."
"Oh. Sure, I can do that," he said, nodding. He ran off down the stairs.
"Race you to the second floor," Pietro said. He pressed the first floor button in the elevator first, and I smiled. The kid knows to respect me.
"Jarvis is going to record his reaction," I said. Pietro nodded.
"Good. He killed my parents," he said, anger disguising his pain. I half-looked his way.
"Ultron?" I said, trying not to sound too careless.
"Nah. His missile hit my house. Me and Wanda were sitting there, waiting for it to go off for days."
I didn't meet his eyes. I hadn't realized that anyone really hated any of the Avengers. I supposed they all thought they were heroes because they'd saved Midgard a few times.
"Do you mind if I see it?" I asked hesitantly. He looked at me and shrugged.
"What do you mean?"
I softly pressed my palm to his forehead, letting the elevator's classical ACDC fade to silence and crashes. Pietro and Wanda held each other in a corner, Pietro whispering strangled comfort to both of them and Wanda staring in horror at a hole in the wooden floor, surrounded by dust and debris, a bomb with the stark industries logo on the side right next to them.
I took my hand off his forehead. Neither of us spoke for a moment, no sound but his heavy breathing and the elevator music.
"Nice clock idea," he finally said, allowing himself to smile. "I'm sure it'll be hilarious."
"I am the god of mischief," I said, grinning. "Race you to floor three."
Setting back the clocks was pretty easy, although it took a lot of twisting. There was only four on the first floor, and it didn't take me long to get them all. The second floor had a lot more, plus some wacky electronic one that took like ten buttons to change. I finally got it to work just as Pietro came running down the stairs, out of breath.
"Wow, impressive," he said, smiling. "This the last one?"
I nodded, taking out my phone to text Peter. We're ready now. You can come back.
Got it, he replied. I smiled and tucked my phone away. Pietro grinned.
"We're going to do this often?" he asked.
" Most definitely," I answered. "I've got nothing else to do and I could always use help. Plus the more I think about pranks the less I think about-"
I realized what I was going to say and stop myself, hardly missing a beat. "stealing the Tesseract or something."
Pietro nods. "Natasha probably wants me back up there."
He dashes off and I silently curse my silvertounge. I hated when I started to talk about things I didn't want to talk about, which actually never happened until it did.
Why can't I control my own emotions? Isn't that the entire point of them?
Peter comes running out of the elevator, knocking me clear of my thoughts. I give him a subtle look of thanks and he grinned.
"He didn't notice the clocks stopped yet. How long should we wait? I mean, it probably wouldn't be good if he actually ended up late to his meeting-"
"He's not going to be late, kid. There's a clock right by his coffee maker. He'll notice it stopped," I said dismissively. I don't understand why he cared about Tony Stark that much. It wasn't a big mystery why Tony cared for him, everyone cared for him, even me. I assume, of course, that everyone else does, but with such a bright personality and a lot of respect I couldn't think of anyone who wouldn't.
"Okay. I still have so much homework," he said. "I haven't studied for that science test either, oh man..."
"Would I be of any assistance?" I asked, not wanting to linger right near Tony's lab.
"Oh. Okay," Peter said, opening the elevator for me. "It's just science stuff. And I also have math, but just a few pages."
"Alright then. I can help with that," I said. "I actually learned pretty advanced math when I was younger, so it shouldn't be too hard."
Peter didn't respond. I assume he's impressed.
"Anyway, I actually have a field trip tomorrow to some lab somewhere, so I'm going to be able to skip math. I still should study for my test on Wednesday, and I wanted to do something for April Fools on Thursday too..."
"April Fools?" I interrupted.
"Oh," Peter said, looking at me. He smiled. "Prank day. You'll love it."
"There's a Midgardian holiday for mischief?" I said, unbelieving.
"There's a Midgardian holiday for everything." he replied. "And yeah. I was going to-"
"Peter, we're going to do your homework later," I said, grabbing his shoulders. "This will be the greatest Midgardian Mischief day in your entire life."
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My fault (The true story of Ultron and a buncha chaos)
Fanfiction(ACTUALLY CONCLUDED) Neither Loki or Tony really had a good father, and when Peter Parker finds his way into their lives after Uncle Ben died, they both decide to give him what they never had. On top of that, Ultron's story has more to it than anyon...
