IronDad oneshots- Peter Parker and avengers

Loki's son?? (part one)

Aight so Peter is British (because in all honesty I cba to figure out American words an shit), is Loki's biological son and has inherited Loki's powers. He doesnt know any of the avengers, he lives in England. The avengers are tracking down Loki bc of New York and he was back on earth. I hope this makes sense, its 1:30 on a Thursday evening/Friday morning and this came to me as I was half asleep.

Everything up to civil war happened and then yea.

Peter is like 15/16

Tw:mentions of death, depression, swearing

3rd person

Peter Lokison (Parker for anyone under level 9) sometimes hated the fact that his father was Loki. Dont get me wrong, his dad was amazing and so caring, yet misunderstood. Today was one of those days.

He was draped over an emerald green sofa, tangled in a black blanket with gold embroidery, clutching a Loki plush, sleeping. For the past week and a half all Peter had done was sleep. It was a deep sleep that took a lot to disturb, and without Loki there, he could only wake up naturally.

So, when Steve Rogers, Natasha Romanoff, Clint Barton, Tony Stark, James Rhodes and Bucky Barnes noisily broke into Peter's cabin, he barely stirred. The avengers who had just broken in looked at the person on the couch (yes I change the way I say things, it's also a sofa, I'm tired okay? )  in complete shock: either they'd found the wrong place or Loki had a kid. Surely it couldn't be the former... right? W r o n g.

Peter's eyes fluttered open as he turned to face the ceiling. He sensed that there were figures in the room, watching him, so he turned to face them, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes.

"If you guys are looking for my father, you're about a week and a half too late. He's dead. Died about 12 days, 3 hours and 27 minutes ago. Now will you kindly let me get back to my depression nap" Peter stared at Bucky, who was the only one whose eyes weren't boring into Peter's skull, and were instead taking a look at the cabin and how... homely it looked. He seemed extremely familiar to the young adult.

The remaining avengers just looked at Peter in confusion before Steve spoke up.

"Kid, I'm 99.9% sure that Loki isnt dead."

Peter snapped his eyes back to Steve in confusion and sat up, the Loki plush falling off the sofa and onto the floor.

"Hang on," Clint spoke up, amused, "why do you have a Loki plush? Aren't you a tad too old to have a plush of your dad?"

Peter didnt even hesitate to reply with something along the lines of "I'm depressed, because my father is dead okay so would you kindly leave me alone."

"I dont see how he could be dead, there was a sighting of him in Chicago like 2 days ago." Natsha spoke up.

Peter's head cocked to the side in confusion. "I don't see how you could have seen him in Chicago 2 days ago when he was killed right in front of me." Noticing everyone's strange looks, he continued. "One minute, he was trying to save all the, and I quote, 'poor defenceless midguardians', and the next thing I knew, that creature had him in the air and just... snapped his neck. In front of his child. Then, you know, he was thrown into the wall of the spaceship- yes we own a spaceship- and after I'd stabbed the creature in the face with my daggers, he turned to dust and disappeare- oh for fucks sake, he isn't dead is he."

The rest of the avengers shook their heads, some slightly amused, some slightly concerned for the kid. They all stared at him, asking the same question with their eyes.

"Yes I'll help you find him. But jesus christ let me slap him for up-and-fake-dying on me." Peter said, slowly moving from the couch and walking down the hallway.

"Dont worry," Clint said, "I take dibs on slapping him too for the whole mind control stunt he pulled in New York."

"Not his fault! He was being controlled by the creature that I stabbed in the face, it was either take over the earth or impale me with the empire state building. Not fun but not his fault!" Peter called, slightly muffled because of the very well insulated walls (idefk anymore I'm so tired I might cry?)

A few minutes later, Peter emerged with a green, gold and black sort of meal/spandex suit, green mist radiating off of him and lots, and I mean lots, of daggers.

"Let's go catch a father of a bitch"

"Steve doesn't like that kind of talk."

"I SWEAR TO GOD-"

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Hi, so I'm sorry if the part 2 to this comes out in June or whatever, I'm just overloaded with school shit.

My maths teacher emailed the entire class this morning and set us 3 TOPICS ON THIS WEBSITE TO DO FOR TOMORROW, EVEN THIYGH SHE SAID WE'D HAD THE ENTIRE WEEK. WELL IM SORRY IVE SPENT MY ENTIRE TIME ON A 3 HOUR HISTORY ESSAY BECAUSE THE KNOWLEDGE ORGANISERS ARE IRRELAVANT AND CATCHING UP ON SHEGSGSHSYS IM TIRED I CBA TO RANT AND TYPE CORRECTLY.

in other words, we have about 25 hours a week of doing lessons, and I'll probably end up doing 30 hours because teachers get a kick out of stressing out teenagers to the point where they need therapy like jeez calm down I just want to watch a musical

Also please point out any spelling errors, its 1am and I cant type, but I want this to make sense

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Thanks for reading!