Spider-Man-One-Shots (School, Trips, Irondad, Angst)

Loki

Loki's POV

Thor has the greatest idea of bringing Loki to Midgard because there was no one around in Asgard to 'babysit' him. Loki was not happy. The Midgardians hated him for trying to take over New York. But that was under Thanos' influence he then thought, it wasn't his fault.

He never thought the Avengers would be so cruel to him.

Before he even left, Thor had put a sort of metal body cast on his chest. It was like the straps of a backpack but they connected in the middle. It was impossible for Loki to get out of and it also restrains his powers. Then Thor has brought him to Midgard, into the Tower. Apparently the Bifrost has sent them straight into the living room. All the heroes stood up in unison except for a young boy sitting on the couch.

"Why did you bring him here?"

Stark, that was him. Who else?

"No one was on Asgard to guard him. He doesn't deserve the dungeons yet but we need to make sure that he doesn't do anything dangerous." Thor replied.

"He does deserve the dungeons."

Clint, the stupid archer.

"Well I had no idea what to do but bring him here." Thor said.

"Fine, he will stay in a guest room. What about his powers though?"

Captain America the Patriot himself.

"Oh he has something on him to restrain his powers. He cannot take it off but we can." Thor lifted up Loki's shirt to show them the metal contraption that bound his powers with ancient magic.

"Good. FRIDAY will alert us if anything happens." Stark said, eyeing Loki suspiciously. Apparently he didn't trust Loki at all.

Thor took him to a guest room guided by the voice in the ceiling. It was a long walk and he kept telling me to behave or else.

We finally arrived. He dropped me off and the door locked. I walked around the room. There was a bed, a bedside table with a lamp on it, and a door connecting to a bathroom. That was it. The whole room was a dull gray and it sucked. Loki sighed and sat down on the bed. There wasn't even a window to look out of. He had never seen what New York looked like after his attack and he desperately wanted to check if everything was alright.

Suddenly an alarm blared.

"There are HYDRA agents in the city. Avengers Assemble."

Shouts and footsteps were heard and Thor came to his door.

"Brother do not leave this room. We will check on you when we get back."

"I want to fight as well. I can fight." Loki said.

"Absolutely not." Loki recognized Stark's voice. "You will stay here. If anything happens we're gonna throw you out the window.

Right then, a young voice that Loki didn't recognize spoke up.

"Let him fight Mr Stark, he is great. Why do you all hate him so much?"

"He tried to take over the world once. I need you to stay away from him Peter. He's bad influence." Stark really hated Loki.

Peter was about to argue when the voice in the ceiling told them they had to go. Aaaaaannnnnnd they left.

Loki paced his room. He looked in drawers and found a razor. From what he had heard he was a failure, a pathetic frost giant, bad influence, dangerous, no one likes him, no one cares about him. He rolled up his sleeves and began to cut himself, feeling the sharp edge on his skin. It was addictive, he suddenly couldn't feel his sorrow and self depression anymore. He did this for a while until the Avengers came to check on him.

The door opened and there stood the Earth's Mightiest Heroes. They saw Loki holding the razor and they all freaked. Stark and the Captain immediately pinned him to the bed and wrestled the razor out of his hands, Stark muttering about dangerous weapons and occasionally swearing at Thor for bringing him to Earth again. They pushed him out of the room and through a maze of corridors and hallways. All this time Loki was feeling the pain of his arms and blood running down them. It felt good, since no one liked him and he needed his mind off of that topic. Finally, they dragged him into a containment cell with one-way glass so he couldn't look out. Stark quickly bound his hands behind him with vibranium cuffs while the Captain used a chain and looped is around Loki's chest, stringing him up onto a hook on the ceiling. He make it so that Loki was hanging in midair and then looped a chain into his cuffs and also connected it to the hook so that Loki couldn't move much. The cuffs cut into his wrists and he could already feel fresh, warm blood coming out of the new wounds. All this time nobody noticed his bleeding arms or why he had the razor. They were so intent on locking him up so he doesn't cause trouble.

"We tried the diplomatic approach, but noooooo, you just had to grab that razor and plan to kill someone. Now this is the only way for us to do it." Stark said icily. Then the two Avengers turned and left, locking the door behind them.

Peter's POV

That was so wrong. I had watched them tie Loki up and hang him on the ceiling like he was some kind of chandelier. He doesn't deserve this Peter thought. Me Stark seemed to notice his change of mood.

"Pete, it's okay, he's locked up now and won't do anything bad to us. He got what he deserved because of the razor." Tony had misinterpreted Peter's thoughts and only managed to make him more angry. Loki was a living thing too! Not to mention he was a god. No matter what a person's past was, they deserve a second chance. Especially Loki. He was under Thanos' control. Why did everyone, including his own brother hate him? Peter sighed.

"It's fine Mr Stark, I'll be in my room if you need me."

Little did the others know that he was already planning on how to help the God of Mischief.