Lokison

~13~

Peter's POV

I look over at the person standing in front of us. Ughhhhhh, of course it HAS to be Flash. Wanda looks a little uncomfortable. "Ummm, no. No, I don't think I will" Flash snarls and grabs her arm, pulling her up and towards him. Wanda panics and looks desperately towards us. Loki's eyes glow briefly and Flash flies backwards. He looks down at us, a confused and horrified look on his face. He runs away, shooting us one last disgusted look. Wanda turns gratefully to Loki, and her eyes also glow red briefly. Luckily, Ned is staring in shock at Flash, and doesn't notice this. So he finds out almost straight away I'm Spiderman, but he can't spot a literal god and one of the avengers. We get up and go to our classes, I silently thank Loki, Thor, all the gods and goddesses, tacos and the free sandwiches from Delmar's that there are only two classes left, and then decathlon practice, which Loki and Wanda had managed to get into, kicking Flash off the team, and making Cindy a reserve. 

We walk into the classroom and sit down at our desks, Wanda looking a little nervous, Loki doing his usual feet-on-the-desk which all the teachers except this one hate, and MJ, Ned and I sitting down like a normal kid. This is the first art class at this school for both Loki and Wanda, as they both put their electives as the same as mine. The teacher walks into the classroom, looking done, like the rest of us are, but she ends up pulling herself together and shouting "What's up fuckers?" 

MJ says her line perfectly "Why do you have my phone?" Ned yells "Fuck you, that's why" And the class goes around saying the lines of their vines. Abby yells "Rachel is so annoying" no response. Guess who skipped, yet again. So it finally get's to my turn, and I say "Mothertrucker, dude" and Betty finishes "That hurt like a buttcheek on a stick!" Miss Johnson smiles lazily, before lowering her glasses. "Oh my god, we have some new students! I am SO sorry, you guys need a vine, any suggestions" hands shoot into the air, and after many suggestions, we stick with mine, I stare at Loki, right in the eyes and say "I was thinking I'd do some magic. You? Magic? Charles, it says talent" I smile devilishly and Loki and Wanda look right back at me. You do realize you do magic as well. Who cares Loki, it's a good vine for you. Loki and I have a split-second mental argument, looking away from each other so it doesn't look suspicious, when the teacher interrupts it by saying "Perfect... You can do the first bit" she points at Loki, who is glaring at me, and then she points at Wanda "and you can do the second bit. It's sort of like our roll call, to see if everyone is here" Loki and Wanda nod, before glaring at me behind the teacher's back. "Alright class, today we are making sculptures of who inspire us most..." I look at Loki Loki, no Loki, yes Loki, nO Loki, yES Loki, NO. You literally tried to take over New York, and barely anyone knows that you're good now. Loki pouts, but then starts grinning like a maniacally. I look inside his mind, and my eyes widen in shock. You wouldn't dare I would dare. Come on, Loki, you'll piss Steve and the teacher off. Do I care? Will I disown you? Yes, you can't make a sculpture of Hitler. Loki looks a little miffed, but he obliges and starts making the sculpture of a human. Dang, Loki is good at art. It runs in his blood, he doesn't use magic or illusions to make good art, he just does. I hope it runs in my blood. I frown. This is my first time taking art as an elective, and this is the first practical lesson we've had. Miss Johnson just wanted to finish all the research on artists because it's boring. I take a deep breath and get to work.

Everyone is finally finished, and everyone puts the finishing touches on their artworks. Loki's is, of course, a flawless sculpt of Spiderman, and he looks over an grins at me as the art teacher marvels at his work. She then moves on to 'Olivia' who did a clay version of herself as Scarlet witch, but I saw Loki lean over and help her. Miss Johnson gets to me, and is startled by my mini-Tony Stark. She leans in for a better look and nods at me approvingly. "You and Noah are the best sculptors I've seen in a long time" "Thank you miss" I say, feeling a little good about myself. The bell rings around the classroom, and I resist the temptation to cover my ears, and block out all the pain of how loud the bell is. I grind my teeth, waiting to be dismissed, and when I do, I run out of the classroom, Loki not far behind.