Not So Friendly Anymore

Chapter 32: Meeting Request

(Hey everyone, it's been a while. I'm sorry for taking so long to update. But the reason why is because a while ago my dog had surgery and I was taking a break to help make sure he didn't hurt himself. He's fine in case you're curious.

But then when I was ready to start writing again my dad needed help removing a kitchen from an old studio so we could eventually use the pieces to replace the kitchen we have here at home. Which involved spending a few days picking things up and putting them back down.

I can't promise anything, but I promise to try to be as active as I was before and not make you guys wait a month per chapter.)

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The wind howled softly around them, carrying the weight of the storm. Rain pattered against their shoulders, but none of them moved. Not yet.

Peter, Susan, and Sable hovered just above the ground, held aloft by the spider-sigil magic humming beneath their feet. The crimson glow from Peter's altered emblem cast a faint light across Thor's face, mixing strangely with the electric blue from Mjolnir.

None of them spoke at first.

Thor's words still hung heavy in the air, simple, but massive.

"I need your help."

Peter's expression was unreadable. He turned his head slowly to glance at Susan, then Sable. Both looked just as surprised, but neither spoke either. It was the kind of silence that said what the hell is going on?, but no one wanted to be the first to blink.

Eventually, Peter sighed. "Okay," he said, dragging the word out like it was something sharp stuck in his throat. "Gotta ask, why me, Thor?"

The God of Thunder took a slow breath, his features taut with something deeper than urgency. "Because it was you who awakened it."

Peter's brow twitched. "Awakened what?"

Thor stepped closer, the storm flashing behind him like nature echoing his heartbeat. "The power you used in Wakanda. And the one you've been learning to control here, under Doom's guidance. That magic, your magic, it didn't go unnoticed."

"Of course it didn't," Peter muttered, crossing his arms. "I nearly turned Wakanda into a crater."

"I'm not talking about Midgard," Thor said firmly. "I'm talking about my father. Odin."

Peter's expression shifted at that, barely, but enough. Behind him, Sable's eyes narrowed and Susan stiffened slightly.

Thor continued. "He felt it. The moment you unleashed it. Something ancient. Something not just magical, but... familiar. And when it resurfaced again in Latveria, he knew."

Peter tilted his head. "Knew what, exactly?"

"That it was real. And that you weren't just borrowing power anymore." Thor's voice lowered. "You've tapped into something old, something tied to the very roots of our realms. Odin recognized it. And now he demands to see it for himself... and meet the one who wields it."

Peter blinked slowly. "So the All-Father wants to meet me."

"Wants you brought to Asgard," Thor corrected. "Personally."

Peter let out a slow breath. "Great. And I was hoping today would just end in cake."

Thunder rumbled again, like laughter from a distant god who didn't quite understand the joke.

Peter exhaled sharply through his nose, rubbing the bridge of it for a moment before muttering, "...Alright."

Thor arched a golden brow.