"Fuck me." Parker said quietly. She was still ahold of Peter both of them frozen except for Parker's high blood pressure.

She thought mutant superheroes would be the end but no, Norse God aliens were a thing. Seeing was a different ball game from actually believing.

"No thanks." Peter whispered even if he couldn't make his feet move he could still make a joke. Parker would have punched him arm but she couldn't hear him as blood seemed to rush to her ears and a silence she had craved engulfed her. 

She couldn't take her eyes off the action; she had seen violence, a lot actually but never at this scale. Half inside and half outside the penthouse and they were engrossed. It was the same anxiety she felt before, it was paralysing. 

Thankfully Peter finally found his senses and dived with his sister behind a nearby sofa. He was not taking any chances. Parker regained a bit of her senses when she hit the ground and her first instinct was to run back to the stairs. She wretched herself free from Peter and crawled an inch closer to freedom, she was stopped by Peter just when the metallic scraping of a hammer slid past her and smashed the wall behind her. 

Parker's eyes went wide before being dragged back by Peter.  The siblings were breaking and entering a millionaire's penthouse whilst an alien attack was being held of my superheroes and Gods. The option of not getting involved had passed them by a long time ago.

Peter put a finger to his lips and braved a look above the sofa. He watched the Gods and wondered who he should be rooting for; Loki with the sceptre and the sly grin or Thor with his brute strength and snarl on his face. 

He was drawn out of his own trance by his sister, "Get back here!" The malicious was there even in the whisper. Peter ducked back down and they waited for the noise to die down. 

This time they both cautiously looked together, they were alone, except of course, whatever on Earth was invading it.

"Shit Peter." Parker exclaimed as she slided back to the ground and  ran her hands through her hair.

"You got that right." Peter was standing, mesmerized by the scene unfolding in front of him.

"This was a mistake." Parker muttered into her hands. Everything was, going to the Tower, leaving India, heck even going to India in the first place.

"No," The boy furrowed his eyes at Parker, they weren't going to be defeated not now, not when they were so close,  "It wasn't. You're so close to seeing Dr Banner. I wouldn't call that a mistake." He knelt down in front of his sister and it felt weird, the roles reversed. 

"He told me to forget about him. I should have listened. I would hate for anyone I know to be involved in this," Maybe Bruce did love her, she thought, he didn't like uncalculated risks or dangers. He was protecting her, he just did it in the worst way possible. 

Parker then saw how Peter's focus, however hard he tried to keep it on his sister was on the outside world and he had that same expression he always had as a child. It could have been mistaken for excitement but it was a sense of a duty, "You are staying right here."

"What? But I can help." He half ran to the window, well, the hole where the window was once. 

"No," The women's shoes crunched over the broken glass as she stood up and followed him, "This isn't some game. I won't let you go out there."

"It's not like I'm going in blind, I have superpowers for crying out loud."

"Superpowers you can't fully control yet." Parker heard Bruce's tone in the way she talked.

"I'm working on it."

"Yes, you are and this is not going to be a practise run. Out there it's do or die. There are bloody Gods fighting for crying out loud. You're only seventeen Peter!" 

"Oh, so you're allowed to go on a wild goose chase for some mutant guy you're in love with, but when I want to do something that will actually make a difference to the world, my older sister won't allow me. Being a bit hypocritical aren't we Parker?" Peter snapped, not realising how much words can hurt the already vulnerable. But he was so angry, so angry. He had to help people, he had been doing it since he could remember. 

"Don't say my name like that." Parker's voice was quiet but she would not be pushed around, not now. She would not let her brother get hurt even if he had hurt her. 

"It's not even your name, does Bruce know that? Can either of you be honest with each other?"

"Leave him out of this." Parker can spend all day thinking about the scientist but nobody else had the luxury of speaking his name.

"No Cathy! I'm not going to leave him out of this." Peter stepped towards her and stretched his arms around him trying to let out some of his anger,  "He is the reason all of this happened. He is the one you are risking your own life for. If you can do it for one man then I can do it for the whole fucking population of New York City!"

The relative silence that followed the outburst was horrific. Peter didn't want to take back what he said he just wished he had never swore. Because Catherine's expression was now one of sorrow. Peter never swore.  

"Look..." Peter began, nothing was worth fighting with his sister. 

"No, I'm-" Parker couldn't finish as the sound of blasts outside drew their attention and then they wished they had never looked around.

Diving down a large creature - eel like with armour plating surrounding its dark and gooey flesh - filled the view and plunged them into darkness for several seconds before the tail of the beast had passed. It was enough to make them forget the pettiness of their argument. There were bigger things happening in New York. And if she could believe in Bruce being a mutant monster than she would just have to accept that this was her life now. 

Parker suddenly put her nurse persona back on, people are going to die in New York City today. She knew what was right, what her parents had taught her and her brother before they died; do the right thing no matter what the price.

"Stay on the balcony," She looked over to Peter who didn't catch on straight away, "Be Spider-Man, save the world. Just do it from the balcony."

It was a compromise for Peter but one he made without hesitation, "Balcony got it." He started to run out of the smashed windows.

"And suit up, I still want you to have a secret identity." She called to him, Peter responded by smiling like a little boy at a candy store.

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Watching the chaos out of the window was just like watching it on the news, Parker couldn't still quite believe it was happening. She also couldn't think of anyway to help the crusade of Peter or the numerous other vigilantes that seemed to be running around so she passed her time nervously pacing around the large open plan room.

It wasn't so much boring as it was excruciatingly painful to her mental health. There was no possibility of relaxing as anything could happen at any second but downright freaking out would amount to nothing.

So Parker waited, she just didn't completely realise the thing she was waiting for was Bruce. But the universe gave her an inadequate replacement; Loki Laufeyson. 

His body cracked the little remaining glass and sent it raining over Parker who could only turn to shield herself. Her initial response was to run but when she was halfway to the stairs the God despite his pain on his back asked her a question. 

"Should I call you Cathy or Parker?"

Loki added a laugh at the end which ripped through the girl's vocal chords and rendered her speechless. She only only swallow the saliva in her throat. 

"What has a cat got your tongue?" Loki chuckled brushing glass off him and rising from the floor.

Parker didn't move, he was capable of things she couldn't even comprehend and that was enough for her to keep her eyes glued on the dent in the wall made earlier. 

"Or does Brucy have it?" Loki's voice was softer but still laced with poison; a poison he knew worked. Parker clenched her fists at her side and moved her head slightly over her shoulder to see the God, "Or can I have it?"

Loki  looked at the carnage outside and wondered where the green monster was. He was after all, the reason Loki had smashed through the window.

Parker thought about how to respond, she mentally categorized all her options until she discovered there was only really two; play dumb or play smart. Parker did the smart thing, the option Bruce wasn't capable of doing; she played dumb.

She turned on the front of her toes ready to deny anything the man said but somehow he was now only a couple of feet away from her. The smile of the God of Mischief can ignite neutrons in a mortal's brains they had no idea how to control. His royal attire was still as magnificent as when he put it on, his power over the whole room was just as strong with an audience of one than with a thousand. He was a God and Parker Miller was a mere mortal.

"I...I," She tripped over her words as she made eye contact, "Don't know what you're talking about."

The women risked a glance to where Peter had been just a second before but no red and blue suit was in sight. She was alone and Loki realised that, "From what Bruce said about you, I thought you would have been a lot smarter."

Did he see through her facade or was she a good actress? Somehow Parker knew that neither of them truly explained what was going on, she adapted her plan; keep him talking and maybe rescue would come, "And I thought a God would impress me. I guess we're both disappointed."

Loki smiled at how much the two lovers were alike and how easy it would be to destroy them both in one foul swoop, "Too bad Banner didn't want to be here. I thought he cared a lot more about you."

Parker had to pretend like the words weren't a dagger to her stomach and Loki had to pretend that he had just lied. He knew how much Catherine Parker meant to Bruce Banner. Both of them did surprisingly well.

"You must care," Parker started her musing, "About him or about me, otherwise you wouldn't be here."

Loki decided that her and Banner were perhaps the most interesting people on this horrible planet, which unfortunately made them prime victims for his mischief.

"I care about a lot of things. Your planet and the people on it do not fall into that category. However," When Loki played, he played dirty, "You do seem," He stepped  towards Parker, his sceptre in one hand and his other rising to her face, "Different,"

Parker's eyes couldn't hide her fear well enough and it gave the god a rush, the same rush he had felt when Bruce Banner had burst on the Helicarrier. The rush that kept him living. She didn't move as instead of running his hand down her face Parker felt the scraping point of the sceptre from her forehead down to her collarbone.

Her muscles tensed, it was a strange sensual act that shook her to the core. She couldn't remember the last time she felt like this and the one thing she thought was how she wished it was Bruce's touch.

"I can see why he liked you," Loki told the women, enjoying seeing her conflicting emotions, "But everybody has a flaw, you just happened to be born in the wrong realm,"

He lifted the staff off her and glanced around the building, "So tell me, whatever your name is, where is the Spider Boy hiding? And why did he leave you as a - oh what do you Midgardian call it? -  Oh that's right, a damsel in distress."

"She's called Parker." A voice shouted at them after the floor shook beneath them. Loki reacted faster than Parker could even comprehend the words and suddenly his arm was locked around her neck and the staff's point pressing down on her skin.

The women looked down at the arm before following the voice. There was no mistaking now the origin of the voice; it was rough and surrounded by heavy breathing. It was the being that haunted her days and sent mixed messages around her body; it was a green monster.