Avengers + their Spiderson | Book 1

You're wrong. /1/

/This is an original oneshot by yours truly, a bit different I guess? This was an idea I had and was uncertain to make it or not... but here we are!/

Summary:
It was different that day, rain.
a box. a god. and a child. the
events and outcome of this
meeting were different...
clicked.

...

The rain drizzled hastily down upon the earth, the sky showing grim unhappiness... yet... there was a man in a neat black suit holding a black umbrella over his head in this grey weather.

Then, he heard a small rustling, making him pause... moments later he could hear wailing.

The figure walked to where the sound was generating from, an alley. One that was dark, dim, small and claustrophobic...

He came across a box, looking at it curiously the man opened it up revealing a small baby. Curled up in a blanket, a mop of brown curls and soft pale skin, when the baby looked up at the figure he smiled. smiled.

Not anyone except his brother smiled and was happy at him, he gazed into the small child's eyes which were a beautiful hazel... brimming with innocence.

Picking up the small child with the blanket he brought the child with him.

"Who would do this to a poor child?... I can't leave him here, seeming as though every shop or opened house is closed and morbidly dark." There was another reason, it kind of reminded him of when he was taken in.

When the figure brought the child to the tower the umbrella disappeared, turning into nothing.

He looked down to see the child reaching for his finger which he offered, the child making small giggles while his small fingers wrapped around the man's finger.

"Loki?" Another figure came around the corner, he seemed hesitant and started healing his buried negative emotions. "Is that a... child?"

"Of course not, it's a wrapped up toy-doll in a blanket. of course it is a child." He showed sarcasm as the other cocked an eyebrow. "I never took you for the child type."

The god turned to look at the other with a cocked eyebrow and in response a shrug was given.

"Do you... have a few spare..." He waved his spare hand over to the child which made the archer process it slightly, nodding but hesitant. "Diapers, baby bottles--- baby stuff?"

"What do you think Barton? I'm holding a child in my arms currently so what else? and you better keep this between the two of us."

He was given a room after being 'redeemed' and took a while to trust him but they were still on edge. The god made his way to the room he was given, gently placing the baby on a large pillow for comfort, adding the blanket over the top.

And so the archer came in, closing the door behind them. There was a camera in his room but using an illusion it seemed as though he was alone in the room.

"Where d'ya find him?"

"I was walking back here and heard a shuffle found an alley, thought it was a feline... but what a sight to see, a child. Presumably the case that he was abandoned." The small child was giggling as Clint picked him up, changing his diaper and slotting him into a spare onesie.

"Does he have a name?" Muttered Clint as Loki cocked an eyebrow, remembering that when he found the child there was a small card. It was smudged but he managed to read 'Peter' if that was his name.