The Devil With The Face of an Angel | Irondad, pepperony

Chapter 14

The whole world knew that Tony Stark was an Iron Man. Therefore, it was not surprising that S.H.I.E.L.D. introduced him to the Avengers program. So now Peter was sitting in the aircraft carrier's lab, where future Avengers members met face-to-face for the first time.

Peter gazed enthusiastically at the small laboratory and preferred not to touch anything. Though they had countless labs in the Stark Tower, and he had helped his father several times with some work, he preferred not to risk anything here. After all, he wasn't supposed to be here at all, but he persuaded Tony to take him with him, and he almost immediately agreed.

"Ah, new reinforcement?" a male voice came from the doorway, and Peter turned, startled. A spectacled man peered in with a kind smile, watching Peter curiously. It was Dr. Bruce Banner.

"N-no, sir, I just..." What? He asked himself in his mind and was so nervous that he forgot what he was going to say. So he quickly reached the man and held out his hand. "I'm Peter Stark. And you're Bruce Banner, am I right? Wow, I can't believe I'm meeting you!"

"Oh, young Stark! Tony didn't mention he was taking a little genius with him. And he has the nature of boasting far more insignificant things," Bruce said, squeezing his hand. Peter scowled.

"Well, you know, I'm not supposed to be here. Mr. Fury wouldn't be too excited if he found out that there was someone... someone like me."

"I think he would be much more worried about me if I turned into Hulk," he winked, and Peter smiled. "Fury's a little scary, huh?"

"I would say that he can claim respect." But was that true with his father, too? He has never followed much with orders and rules.

"Definitely yes. Hmm, Peter, I have to go for a brief meeting. Will you wait here? I think we'll be back with your father soon," he assured him, and Peter nodded. Bruce smiled at him and then disappeared.

Peter began to wander around the lab, looking fascinated at everything, every device, as if he had seen it for the first time in his life. Then he was disturbed by energetic footsteps, and he saw a tall, muscular man walking past the glass. Captain America.

It caught him totally unprepared. A low gasp stuck in his throat, his eyes widened and his heart pounded. Wow, Captain America just passed around him! Alive, from flesh and bones! Wow!

Without a second thought he ran outside and ran down the corridors he thought the man had passed. He would like to have a few words with him! He asked him for an autograph... would he be willing to sign? Would he mind?

Suddenly he found himself in a place where he did not know it at all. There was almost no illumination, everything was shrouded in a veil of darkness. But some glow came from the side corridor, so he decided to look there.

In the center of the room was a special cell, in which a dark-haired man in dark green clothes walked lazily. Feeling a strange look on him, he paused and tilted his head aside. Then he smiled broadly at Peter.

"Ah," he said in a low voice, walking slowly toward him to get closer to him and see him better. "I had no idea there were little children on this ship."

"I'm not a child," Peter objected, although of course, he wasn't right. "Who are you? Why are you locked up here? Did you do something?"

"It depends on the point of view," he answered mysteriously, hoping to catch the boy's attention, which was done, and the boy stepped a little closer. "People tend to choose the worst for themselves. I'm here to help them."

Peter grimaced. "But S.H.I.E.L.D. probably does not like it, right?"

"I have already answered your question," Loki said, folding his hands behind his back. He glared at the boy. "I'm Loki. And what do they call you, young man?"