POV: Loki
Peter leads me outside into the warm sunlight, but not before changing into a hoodie and jeans and insisting I do the same. I opted for a T-shirt instead, runes on the back spelling 'Loki'd' in case Thor happened to be walking by.
"So do you want to get hot dogs or something?" Peter asked, balancing on the edge of the sidewalk.
"I haven't-"
"Here we go," Peter interrupted, running up to a small stand with an umbrella and a young couple in line ahead of us. Peter got us two hot dogs, handing me mine and thanking the person running the stand [Stan Lee, idk how to write it in well].
"Where do you want to sit?" he asked, handing me mine. There were no places to sit, because all the people buying things from the stand were hurrying on with their insignificant lives instead of enjoying what little time they had. I was about to tell him that when he turned into an empty alley. Looking back to make sure no one was watching, he began to scale the building with one hand.
I took the fire escape like any normal person would. Peter was sitting on the edge of the building eating his hotdog and looking at the hazy skyline. I sat next to him, noting the lack of people looking up. I guess they have "more important" things to care about than two people sitting on a building with hot dogs.
"Delmar's has really good sandwiches," Peter said. "Maybe I could get Pietro and Wanda to come or something."
"Are you sure this is edible?" I asked, wiping the grease off my hand and onto the building. Peter shrugged.
"It tastes good."
I took a bite, mostly because of Peter not being dead yet. To be completely honest, it tastes better than Thor's cooking on a bad day.
"Arguable," I said, but I kept eating it.
"So April Fool's is tomorrow," he said, crumpling his trash. I nodded.
"Found your plastic elephants yet?"
"Zebras. And no." he shrugged, smiling. "I guess I need to think of something else."
"Could you help me with something in the morning? Early?" I asked, only out of necessity. "Someone has to unlock my door, so-"
"Sure!" he said, nodding. "But Mr. Cap might be awake by then, so-"
"I have that planned out," I added dismissively. "And I'm pretty certain it doesn't break any of your laws, so-"
"Pretty certain?" He asked nervously.
"None that really matter. Your society has laws against planting flowers in certain places," I said. Peter shrugged.
"Okay. We should probably go back now, Mr. Stark doesn't know where I am."
"Alright."
I got up, trying to wipe the grease from my hand onto the hot dog paper. I only half succeed and try to ignore how likely it is to get all over me.
"You know, you're planet wouldn't be so bad if your people cared more," I said, looking at the pollution haze. Peter shrugged.
"Yeah. I mean, lots of people do care. But they don't care enough to get electric cars and give up their malls for solar panels and stuff. Actually, it's not that they don't care enough, it's that the people running everything don't care enough," he said. "I don't know."
"Interesting," I remarked. "I guess since everything on Asgard is run by magic, we don't have this problem."
Except that the one person in charge doesn't care, I say to myself.
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