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It's been more than a week... sorry!! School's been a thing
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POV: Tony
I stare at the scene before me, completely taken aback.
The funeral? That was weird, but understandable, at least for Space Vikings. Clint basically counted.
But this...
"I think it's a good idea," Stephen said, leaning against a doorway. Peter nodded, drawing on a dagger sheath in gold sharpie.
"It makes sense to me, too, Mr. Stark," he said.
"Are you even allowed to have an opinion on this?" Loki asked, twirling a dagger around his finger. "I've been proven innocent, and you did just get me a birth certificate and all that-"
"Natasha and Clint did that for when Papa Coma-Guy comes snooping," I said, gesturing at the file folder of fake papers. "They're not real-"
"If Thor gets Mjolnir, I get daggers," he countered. "I'm legally allowed to own weapons just the same as any Asgardian that apparently gets full citizen rights here for whatever Midgardian reason- And you've directly caused more damage than I have, anyway."
"But doing Patrol with Peter?" I said, turning to Stephen. "That's a line, right?"
"Why, because you think I'll hurt him?" Loki said seriously, looking up from sharpening his daggers, making a point to space his fingers apart. "Because I swear on my heart I'd protect him with my life."
Peter looked up from doodling smiley faces on the sheaths and awkwardly took a sip of his juice box.
"No, because your idea of helping was stabbing someone and leaving them to bleed out until Peter put experimental self-dissolving web fluid in his open wound, where you left him for the police to find. Not to mention you took over an hour to get back-"
"Had to be expected..." Stephen muttered. Loki held back a grin.
"Look, anyone I fight, I can patch them up once they're restrained. I had to make sure Peter was okay in that particular instance," he explained dismissively.
"I can teach him how not to kill someone," Stephen offered. I could argue with that, but I didn't since I could tell no one would listen to reason.
"Wonderful!" Thor said, clapping his brother's shoulder.
"I'm chaperoning," I said, for some reason believing that would be allowed.
"I'm the doctor," Stephen countered.
"The kid's my intern!"
"I think Mr. Stark would probably be able to help with my suit and stuff, Mr. Doctor Strange sir," Peter said.
"Alright," he conceded. I made a mental note that everyone would die for the kid.
"Is now a good time?" Loki offered, snatching his knife sheath before Peter could deface it too much.
"Yeah! Mr. Stark?" He asked, getting up.
"It's ten minutes to decathlon practice, isn't it?" I said, hoping against hope we would not try and fight and argue about Loki being there at the same time.
"Oh! It is?" Peter looked at the clock, working out the time...
Still working out the time...
*He can invent web fluid but can't read an analog clock with roman numerals*
"Aw dang, I'm going to be late!" he said after what, ten seconds?
"I'll take you, kid," I said.
"You sure you don't want-" Stephen asked, lifting his sling ring. I nodded, steering Peter away and giving the doctor a fake sarcastic smile.
"Yeah."
Peter gets in the less flashy of my cars, and I get in the driver's seat, noting his complete obliviousness to the situation we just left.
"So... Patrol afterwards?" I asked. Peter nodded.
"Hey, Mr. Stark, why are you still mad at Loki?" he asked as we got into traffic. I shrugged.
"Don't know, kid. Two space vikings seems like a bit more than New York can handle."
"Yeah, but he doesn't break things as much as Thor," he persisted innocently.
"Yeah, but he's killed 80 people in two days," I said, stealing that from Natasha.
"Under psychological torture!" he said. I gave the kid a look in the eyes. He was serious, concerned.
"Kid... people blame me for worse. It's part of-"
"Being a hero?" he said. Then he made a face. "Not a hero, but a huma- person?"
"Even you admit he's not a hero, kid," I said.
"Yeah, but he could be," Peter said, voice dropping to a whisper. "Mr. Stark, when I first got my powers, I didn't catch a robber and then he killed my Uncle Ben."
It takes all my two ounces of self control not to crash into the car in front of us.
"Kid- what?"
His brow furrows. "I thought you knew that-"
"I didn't read everything on the database, kid.- I'm sorry," I said, completely unsure of what to do here.
"It wasn't your fault," he said, shrugging. "It was mine."
"Kid, after I made my first iron man suit I caused the death of the man that saved my life," I said. "You didn't do anything wrong. It was an accident."
"And so was yours?" he asked. I hesitated for a hot moment- I should feel guilty, and I shouldn't just forget it. But I could tell that's not what he was saying.
"Yeah, let's say that," I said, turning on the blinkers.
"So we should give Loki a chance?" he said. I gave the kid a quick glance. Still serious.
"I never said we shouldn't."
We drove in silence a little bit more, Peter sketching spiderwebs in a notebook. Eventually he looked up again.
"Hey Mr. Stark?" he asked.
"Yeah, kid?" I said.
"Can I ask you one more question?"
"Besides those two?"
"Yeah."
"Shoot."
"Are you sad that Ultron wasn't like Loki said?" he asked. This time I kind of did swerve the wheel- just a little bit.
"Ultron killed a lot of people, kid," I said.
"But it wasn't all your fault," he said.
"Not completely," I said, mentally staking a claim to this shrapnel of guilt as reasonable to keep forever.
"Because you fixed it," he added. I shrugged, faking lightheartedness.
"Ehhhh... It was mostly everyone else, if I'm being honest," I said.
"Mr. Stark?"
"Yeah?"
"Is that why you never sleep?"
This time I hit the curb a little bit. Peter waited for an answer.
"I just have things to do, kid, I-"
He gave me a look. Man, he was worse than Pepper.
"Maybe. But that's none of your concern, kid. Go ace your tests," I said, pulling up to the school. Peter grabbed his backpack.
"Bye, Mr. Stark," he said.
"See you later, kid!" I said.
Let's see how this 'Patrol' goes...
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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...
