Loki's Little Witch [en]

chapter 3. a glorious purpose

Peter checked himself in the mirror one last time, scanning himself head to toe making sure everything was perfect and as his eyes landed on his hair, he messed it up a bit with his hands in order to seem as carefree as possible, when in reality, he had spent nearly an hour getting ready that particular morning.

It might seem like any other morning, but it was quite the opposite for him, as today, after a long, long time, he had managed to muster enough courage to ask MJ on a date.

Although it seemed pretty impossible for the good looking son of two billionaire avengers to have trouble getting any girl he liked, Peter was the living proof of the contrary, and he had planned the perfect way to ask the brunette out for the past month.

And what better way to give it a shot than the day they would start selling tickets for homecoming? At least that's what he was thinking as, giving himself a little nod, he grabbed his backpack from the edge of his bed and opened his room door, more than ready to get started with the day.

Nonetheless, he only had to take the first steps down the stairs for his plans to change, as he began hearing a fuss that only grew stronger as he finished walking down the stairs.

He couldn't help but frown at the image his eyes captured once he slowed his pace until he finally stopped at the edge of the stairs: S.H.I.E.L.D. agents walking in and out, more than he could even count, all led by the one and only Maria Hill, who stood at the middle of everything, directing what seemed to be for Peter, a STRIKE team.

He held tighter onto his backpack, as he looked around trying to figure out what could be going on and all it took for him was to lay eyes on two familiar faces other than Maria Hill, for him to feel some kind of comfort, enough for him to approach them without hesitation in search for answers.

"Happy, what is going on?"

He questioned directly to him, as the sharp look on his sister's face was enough for him to know that whatever was going on, it wasn't good.

Happy Hogan sighed as he noticed the worryness on the young boy's face, it was clear for him in that moment that neither Tony or Stephen had say a word to him about what was going on, and he wasn't sure if it was his place to tell him but, after knowing the boy all his life, he couldn't help but to feel some sort of need to be honest with him. He cared about him almost as if he was his own.

Luckily for him, right as he opened his mouth ready to explain the situation after giving a glance to Wanda who remained arms-crossed beside him, Stephen entered the room approaching them without hesitation.

"There's been a situation and we are taking care of it now," he explained, gently grabbing Peter's shoulder.

"Yeah, that's pretty obvious, but why are all these people in the house? What is going on?"

"Alright, the package is secured. We're ready for the move."

Maria Hill's voice made itself sound as she took a step back next to them, opening the way for a STRIKE agent carrying a metal briefcase, secured by four more agents, coming out of Tony's "garage", to walked right pass them directly outside, followed by Tony himself, who stopped next to Maria Hill.

"The Fridge confirmed. They're ready for delivery, but we have to leave now."

Tony simply nodded as she walked away following the agents now, making Tony turn to face those pairs of eyes staring back at him and it only took for him to catch the worry in those innocent brown eyes for him to realize what a terrible idea was to keep the Scepter there in the first place, but at least he was right then: no one would ever suspect that such powerful weapon was hidden in his basement all this time.