Differences Do Not Break Gods

Chapter 1

"Hey Peter, what's this about?" Tony asked from the kitchen. He's sitting with Bruce, who's trying to feed him a soft boiled egg, but he isn't having it.

"Bruce, seriously, I like scrambled. I'm not eating your eggs. Peter!" He called. Peter came running, sweater on backwards.

"Sorry Mr. Stark! What is it?" He asked cheerfully. Tony got a puzzled look on his face and held up his tablet.

"I-I found these, I was looking for a picture to put in a frame, for your aunts birthday. You know, one of the two of you, and I found this instead." Tony chuckled.

Peter went white. He swore the room spun out from under his feet, as he recognized the long abandoned face. Chubby cheeks, those awful bangs, and long locks of hair. The bows on either side of his head and the navy blue dress.

He saw red all too suddenly. That was an invasion of privacy. It didn't matter that he could hack school photos, he shouldn't. It didn't matter who the hell he was.

"Peter-" Tony started, but Peter slammed his fist on the counter.

"Jesus Tony." Bruce spoke up, taking the tablet from him.

"You can't-" Bruce started, but Peter couldn't even hear it.

"Shut up! Shut the hell up!" He yelled, turning away and yanking at his hair in frustration.

Tony was just gaping. He wasn't even to the point in his thoughts to put together that he could be mad himself, at Peters outburst. He had never seen him like this. Bruce stood and tried to calm him, but when he put a hand on Peters shoulder, he yelled in anger and jumped back, smacking his hand.

"Hey!" Tony yelled, pushing Bruce behind him.

He was ready to argue now for sure, but before he could, he got a good look at Peter. Tears were starting to gather at the edges of his eyes, and he was biting his lip hard enough to draw blood. His fists were clenched, whether out of anger or fear, he couldn't tell. Before anyone could say anything though, he was running, as fast as he could.

"Peter, wait! He didn't mean-" Bruce tried, as the door shut.

"Are you alright?" Tony asked, turning towards him.

"Tony, I'm fine! The kid is fifteen and he slapped my hand, I'm not going to break." Bruce said.

"Friday, lock down the compound." Tony bellowed.

"No! No, don't. Let him go. You have to trust me." Bruce said.

"No, we can't just let him go!" Tony said, starting to walk away. Bruce grabbed his sleeve.

"Yes. We can. Tony trust me." Bruce said calmly. Tony took a long look at him and sighed, rubbed a stressed hand down his face.

"Friday, reopen the compound."  Tony called.

"Thank you." Bruce sighed.

"Yes, thank you."

"Jesus-" Tony jumped, turning to see the trickster face to face with him.

"What have I told you about sneaking up like a goddamn cat?" Tony asked.

"Not to magically show up behind you. So I simply walked up." Loki supplied.

"Right, great. Remind me to get you a bell. What do you mean thank you?" Tony asked.

"Well I'm going to help." Loki said calmly.

"You most certainly are not." Tony said, before Bruce pulled at his sleeve.

"Hey, as strange as this will sound, he's got it." Bruce said.