"So, Petey, how did you meet Loki?"
Due to the fact that Peter and Clint were both disasters when it came to cooking a decent meal, that task fell on Loki. Meanwhile Peter and Clint were left in the Common room, Lucky still lying in Peters lap.
"Oh, uhm, well I met him yesterday when he was outside. I saw his wallet fall out of his pocket, so of course I had to try to give it back to him. Then I saw who he was and of course I started rambling again, like always. I probably annoy everyone with that. Anyway, Mr Loki was really nice about it, but he had to go, of course. But just as I wanted to give him his wallet a portal or something appeared underneath us and we fell through it. I was really surprised, you know! I never saw real magic before that and it was so awesome! And..."
Clint started laughing out loud now, an ever present grin on his face while listening to Peters rambling.
"Pete, Peter, you need to breath! I won't go away on you. You have all the time you need to tell me about your meeting. No need to stress!"
A blush crept on Peters face. But he stopped and took a deep breath, then some more until his breathing was a normal rate again.
"Uhm, sorry, Mr. Barton. I'll try to take my time. Anyway, so, we fell through this really amazing portal, right? Then when I look up we are in some kind of... well, I don't know, it looked outdated and kind of old, but still in good condition. Anyway, it looked cozy. There's where I met Dr. Strange. Do you know of him? He was a really famous neurosurgeon before this accident and now it seems that he's some kind of wizard, right? And Mr. Loki seemed to know him already, but I was really surprised to find out about what he does now. Dr. Strange didn't want Mr. Loki to stay here on earth, but I think he said something that he was banned from Asgard and has to stay here on earth, or as Mr. Loki calls it, Midgard, and Dr. Strange didn't seem to be happy about that, but I think he had to accept it anyway. Well, that was when he realized that I was there as well and both of them were really nice and wanted me to let them know whenever I need help when I am in trouble or anything, but I didn't have a phone, so Mr. Loki invited me to come to the tower today. And about what happened... can I... could I ask you for an autograph as well? I mean, you are probably tired of people asking you for autographs and you don't have to if you don't want to, but I really look up to all of the Avengers and you're all so awesome and it would be a nice..."
With a fond smile on his face Clint interrupted Peter once again.
"It's ok, Petey. If you give me something to write on I will give you an autograph. It's no problem at all."
Peter grabbed his backpack, that was sitting next to the couch he was sitting on originally, and got the notebook and a pencil and went to give it to Clint, but he was already walking towards him to sit beside him, only that Clint went to sit on the couch instead of the ground.
Clint as well went through the notebook and saw all the chemical formulas and other things he didn't really understand, skipping most of the text, but thought about how cute the drawings of the Avengers and Spider-Man were. And getting the idea from Loki and Strange, he also put his phone number under his autograph.
"Here you are, kid."
"Oh, wow, thank you... you didn't have to... why did you put you number there as well? That.. I mean I appreciate it, but... uhm.. thank you."
"It's no problem. If the other two aren't available you can always call me. Of course you can also call me if the others get on your nerves. Anyway, I was wondering, who is your favorite out of the Avengers, huh?"
Clint had a confident smile on his face. He was sure that Peter would say it was him, if not out of honesty, then at least because he was so polite.
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The adorable Spider-Man (who is misunderstood by everyone)
FanfictionPeter Parker has nothing left. He lost everything he loved. His parents died in a plane crash. His uncle was shot by a mugger he could've stopped. His aunt was killed and erased from this world because of his own incompetence. And to put a cherry on...