Heroes Never Die (Loki/Peter Perker X Reader)

10 - Is That a Mall?

You look like a movie
You sound like a song
My God, this reminds me of when we were young.

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Your POV

"CLINT!" A furious Tony shouted. I knew why.

"I'm not making dinner today." Clint walked in, spinning an arrow in his hand.

"Then you should not have told Friday to call me a bitch."

"It hurts me to say this, but I can't take credit for that wonderful work."

"I pay for them, house them, upgrade them, and how do they thank me?" Tony muttered under his breath, but he couldn't stay mad for very long.

"Mr Stark!" Peter came in, carrying his phone.

"Yes?"

"Can we have a movie night tonight?" He smiled widely. "I have so many movies I want to show (y/n). She hasn't seen any of the classics!"

"Really?" He looked suspiciously at me. "Sure."

We finally ate lunch, pizza. It was nice not having a hood on. Still, I had nothing to hide my face with, it made me uncomfortable. We didn't sit around the kitchen table, it made everything a little less formal.

"(n/n), can I call you that?" Loki looked at me, mouth full of pizza. I nodded.

He continued to tell me stories about Asgard, his home. Soon enough, his brother, Thor, also joined in. It was hard to believe that these were the actual princes of Asgard. Loki was not at all like I imagined.

I noticed how I wasn't as tense as before. I relaxed at the sound of Loki's voice. If it was the silver tongue or the fact that he was a little different, I didn't know.

"Bomb-girl, could you follow me?" Tony glared at Loki for a second, then smiled at me.

"Sure." I stood up.

"Actually, metal-man--" Loki grabbed my hand, causing Tony to grab my other. "We were in the middle of a conversation here."

"Reindeer Games."

"Please stop," I whispered, they didn't.

"Okay guys, that's enough." Nat came and broke them up. "(y/n) was it, let's get you some clothes today, how about that?"

With a sigh of relief, I nodded. "So, who's coming with?"

"Oh, you know I am!" Clint did finger guns at me. "And Peter is too."

"I am?"

"Yes."

Nat let me out to a pretty fancy car. The others followed closely after. It only took a 20-minute drive until we were at a mall.

My question is, why was there a mall here, in the middle of nowhere?

"Tony had it built, he was too lazy to go to the city every time he needed to buy anything. It's been working very well."

"Oh," I said, wondering if I said anything out loud.

At first, I just followed Nat around. I didn't know my way around and decided it was the best. But when I spotted the second-hand shop, I really couldn't help myself.

I asked Natasha if we could go in there, and she happily agreed. Probably glad that I finally wanted something.

I went for black clothes. I was just drawn to them. I saw a few pairs of black vintage mom-jeans and grabbed them to try.

In the corner of my eye, I saw clint trying to force an old-style shirt on Peter.

The horrified look on the boy's face was what made me laugh. I hadn't done that with anyone else than Phil in forever.

He was actually kind of cute.

I reverted my attention back to the clothes, occasionally glancing at Peter.

"Stop it, you're weird," I whispered to myself as I grabbed a black turtleneck.

"Hey, kid," Natasha said from the other side of the clothing rack. "I think this would look good with that top." She handed me a chain necklace.

"Thank you." I smiled. "I really like this."

"I did never properly introduce myself, I'm Natasha." She smiled at me with this awfully kind face. "But you can call me Nat." Although I knew I shouldn't mess with her.

"Hi, I'm (y/n)." A wide smile clothed my face. "I guess my nickname is (n/n)."

"(n/n)." She tested. "Nice name."

I looked down, blushing. "I'm going to try this." I walked to the fitting rooms, finding an empty stall.

A burst of confidence came over me when I finally wore the clothes. I actually expected the clothes to be a little small, but they were just perfect. The chain gave it that extra touch.

"I actually love this!" I opened the door, where they all stood.

"Oh, yes!" Clint studied me. "I think it would look amazing with a blazer, colourful shirt or..."

"Trench-coat?" I added

"Yes!"

Clint brought Natasha to find the clothes he mentioned, leaving Peter and me alone. For a moment, we stood in silence until he broke the ice.

"You look really pretty in that," He put his hands in his pockets.

"Thank you." I found myself lost in his puppy-eyes. "Erm, d-did you find anything?"

"A couple of t-shirts." He showed me the science pun t-shirts, making me laugh.

Again there was the silence, but the tension wasn't there.

Nat and Clint came back with a pile of clothes, and after more trying on than I would've liked, we finally drove home. The drive was quick, and I realized that I wasn't worried about getting there at all.

We each grabbed a bag, they were honestly quite heavy. About half were mine, and the other half was Peter's, as he was forced to get more clothes.

About halfway there, someone grabbed my bags. "Yeah, this isn't going to work." Loki hovered slightly above me. It startled me, the quick appearance of him, but I knew he could teleport. "You're limping."

"I am?" I thought about it and realized my foot actually did hurt. "Oh."

"I guess you still shouldn't walk around that much." Peter looked at my foot then back at me.

"Hm," I said, allowing Loki help me. "So, movie night?"

"Yeah." Peter smiled widely. "Back to the future. That's all I'm going to say."

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