Peter?

Questions

Author's Note: bonjour! So I kind of feel obligated to be writing these notes, Although I'm not sure what to put in them anymore. There is some casual swearing, but it will be blocked like this, "m**p". By the way, to all of those Hawkeye fans I kept waiting, your time is now!

Clint  Barton didn't realize he stowed away until he woke up in the cargo deck of the Blackbird. He'd had a habit of sleepwalking ever since Budapest, and his sleeping cycle had refused to work. Therefore he was stuck in a scary X-men jet, with two people he literally met yesterday. Although Peter seemed to think differently. And who knows, with all the crazy stuff I've seen in my life, it wouldn't be to crazy for the memory of an entire person to vanish off the face of his earth. 

About six hours after the plane docked in the basement of Xavier's mansion he crawled out as inconspicuously as possible. Fortunately nobody was expecting to see a topless, half asleep archer stumble out of the very vehicle they climbed out of. Hawkeye clambered out of the hangar and up the ladder the same way Peter, Wade, and Hank had only hours before. He had only just reached the first floor of the insanely grandiose building when he encountered a middle aged man, maybe five years younger than him. He was fairly short and seemed to be holding three knives up to his neck.

"Whaddaya want bub!" The man said in a gravely voice, obviously one of the security guards.

"My name is Clinton Barton, I'm friend with P-Peter P-P-Parker. I think he c-came here w-with Wade W-Wilson. Are you a security guard, or... who are you?" Clint asked, stumbling back, and falling on his butt.

"I'm Wolverine m****r f****r, and you are in my house."

Clint clambered backwards in a crab crawl, and that the knives Wolverine was holding to his neck were coming from between his knuckles. That's when he remembered what Wade and Peter had talked about. The group of superhuman's from a more advanced genus, to the point where they weren't even human.

"Listen man," Clint stammered, "I'm just here because I was sleep walking! I didn't even know where here was until you said your name! I just want to see Peter and get out."

"'Kay bub, I get it. I've got this girl, Rouge, she might as well be my own niece. I'll help you find the kid."

They went walking silently, except for the sound of there own hearts. Wolverine heard the shaky sound of Clint's breathing and turned to him. "Ya know I'm not gonna hurch'a bub. I kinda like yer spirit. Yer brave Clint, an' I respect that. You love this kid enough ta wanna be with him even in yer sleep."

"Uhm, thanks... Wolverine."

"Yeh cen call me Logan"

They spent the rest of the walk in silence. Clint feeling warm because a random dude he literally just met thought he was brave, and Logan feeling the same way because something instinctual told him this was a dude he could trust for the rest of Clint's life.

Hey guys who don't know anything about the X-men, so one of Wolverine's powers is he essentially doesn't age. He is at least a couple years older than me, so older than 800, and I guess we're probably going to live quite a bit longer. S**t, back to my existential crisis

Don't worry Wade, I think that I probably will get to the point where either I outlive you, or we die together.

Riiiighttt, jotunn stuff.

Yeah, jotunn stuff. So I'm gonna make Deadpool here get back to work

Fine, (spider boy).

As soon as the two men approached the door to dorm 616, they heard an explosion. The hallway had filled with a thick, heavy smoke that made it hard for most everyone to breathe. This only motivated Barton to rush in to Peter's room and notice the smoke was coming from the back left corner of his room. Clint could hear the boy breathing rapidly, crawling further away from the mess of a fire clinging to an empty bookshelf. He noticed what looked like a patch of caramel brown dog fur growing along the back of the boy's neck, which he dismissed as a hallucination caused by the smoke.

Peter turned in the direction of Clint and yelled hoarsely, "get out, and tell the others too!"

"Kay kiddo," Clint returned, "you sure you got this?"

Peter looked at him as if to say, "I know exactly what I'm doing." With a short leap he made his way onto the wall and clambered to the fire extinguisher. He grabbed it with one hand and held down the lever, before walking down the wall and grabbing on to the nozzle. He seemed unfazed by anything other than the smoke seeping into his nostrils, which he'd covered with his webbing.

They opened all the windows in Peter's room, then advised all who hadn't already done so to open their's. He apologized to everyone on the floor for the tray of incense he was burning that fell. What Peter would never let anyone know was it hadn't been incense, he was reacting to a spider sitting in the corner of his room. He threw the match he was holding at it, without even thinking first. Nobody could ever find out that Spider-Man  of all people was arachnophobic.

Clint left the mansion soon afterwards, having called the avengers tower to send out someone to pick him up. He figured Natasha would probably have understood . She was good with empathy, despite the gruff exterior she displayed. Good god he missed her.

Meanwhile Peter had locked the door to his room, and took off his shirt. He looked down at his chest, then across the room to one of his binders which was draped over the windowsill. He had no idea why he still had those things laying around. He guessed sentimental value, or something like that. Peter had a habit of collecting random things because they had even some brief form of connection with him. 

Laying there he had an idea, he closed his eyes and thought really hard about his adoptive father, Loki. He pictured every little detail about the asgardian, from the texture of his hair to the way he felt when Peter hugged him. He opened his eyes and felt taller as he walked to the full length mirror he'd stood against the wall, now that he felt comfortable looking at himself. He gazed into the pair of blue-green eyes looking back at him. He was Loki, the same shoulder length black hair, and slightly curvy frame. He stepped back into the wall the wall behind him, and sort of surprisingly, Peter stuck. The utter shock of it all caused him to lose his grip, fall to the floor, and revert to his default male form. Peter was now part jotunn, and he thought he sort of liked it.