They made sure Serrure was still in the living room watching tv and went to the kitchen.

"So, what's happening?" Shuri asked.

Peter sighed. "Do you remember when Loki told us about his friend Amora?"

"She's here? I thought she was supposed to be eternally imprisoned and possibly dead?"

"Yeah, well, seems like she didn't get the memo and wants to be the new Loki. Evil version Loki. She says she's not going to stop terrorising the city until Thor is brought to her."

"Can Wanda stop the blood rain at least?"

"She said she was going to look in Strange's library for some help after she got cleaned up. Wong gave her a spare key to the Sanctum a while back."

"Okay," Shuri said, "Okay... Asgardian sorcerer woman is looking for Thor who is M'Baku knows where-"

"I'm going to stop you right there," Peter said, "what?"

"M'Baku knows where. Like saying 'God knows where'."

"Yeah I got what you meant but, M'Baku?"

"Peter, have you seen M'Baku? If a god had to look like anyone it'd be him."

"Pretty sure a god would look like Thor seeing as he already is one and is equally hot"

"My sweet child." Shuri shook her head. "Thor is pretty, M'Baku is hot."

"Shuri, you're a lesbian."

"So I don't know what good taste is?"

"Dude, you had a crush on the girl from a soap commercial for three weeks straight – absolutely not."

"Bold of you to assume I'm not still in love with her." She countered. "Pushing your terrible opinions aside – Amora wants Thor, we don't know where he is, and she's going to keep up the blood rain until we find him?"

"Also, she's released most of the prisoners from Ryker's Island." Peter added.

"Fuck."

"Yeah, mood."

They both instantly went silent when the kitchen door opened. Serrure stared up at their guilty looking faces for a moment before turning to Peter. "You're on the box."

"Tv." Shuri corrected before the two of them followed the kid out. "Or television if you're weird. Or telly if you're British, which is equally weird."

Usually Peter being on tv was a fun experience. Pictures from pride, gate crashing Halloween costume parties, taking down some new most-likely-animal-themed costumed villain... He hoped it'd be the same this time, but lost all positivity when he saw who was reporting: J. Jonah Jameson.

"And who's to blame for the escaped prisoners rampaging across the city? I'll tell you who – Spider-man. I've been pointing out the red flags of this masked menace since day one but finally he's done something you can't refute. Spider-man was seen in Ryker's before any sort of distress signal was sent. For their own protection, I can't tell you my source, but I can tell you that they are a Ryker's employee. Another interesting piece of information they gave me was that they saw Spider-man teleporting away with known fugitive Wanda Maximoff just before the situation became uncontrollable. Take this as you will, but I see this as proof that Spider-man is the criminal that I believe him to be. I-"

The screen went to static.

"Good." Shuri said.

The static turned green before a vague figure appeared. The green washed away, leaving behind a clear image of Amora.

"Oh, not so good." Shuri corrected.

"I do hope this message reaches enough sources to spread my word sufficiently. Let me explain some recent events fo give you a clear picture of the danger you're in. Your spider-man remains a hero, your Maximoff is a witch dressed in the scarlet of aesir blood, but nonetheless is but guilty only of her previous crimes. Putting tonight's accusations on her is rather like putting oil to water - you'll find they don't mix."

Throughout Amora's speech, Peter had noticed her voice was coming from more than one place and with sudden realisation, pulled out his phone to find out that she was playing on there too. He looked to Shuri, who held up her own phone to show him the same thing.

"The downpour of blood, the release of those you had imprisoned – that is mine own work. I am Amora of Asgard, and I am burning with vindictive fury. Do not put blame of my actions on others when I claim them as my own. I am the Enchantress, greatest sorcerer in all the known realms and you should fear me. You have experienced death and pain before but you have never experienced me."

"But you can stop my terror before it even begins. Find me Thor Odinson, he who is destined to Mjollnir and the storms within it. Bring him to this city or announce his location. When either are done, I will relent my attacks. I will give you a few days before my next attack, then we begin again." She did a little wiggly finger wave that in any other scenario might have been considered flirtatious. "May Valhalla be waiting with open arms for you."

The screen turned back to static until more than a couple of beats passed the the tv went to commercials.

"Guess J.J. Is figuring out how to react." Peter said.

"Serrure," Shuri said, "Are you alright?"

Indeed, Serrure looked a little shocked, staring rather intensely at the screen, face a shade paler. "I think- I think so."

"Do you know who that is?" Peter pushed.

"No." Serrure said, and then less surely. "I mean, I don't think so... should I?"

"No, probably not. Just following a hunch that went nowhere." Peter tried to shrug nonchalantly.

Taking the remote from the coffee table, Shuri turned off the tv and sat down beside Serrure. Peter followed suit and sat on the couch beside them.

"How much do you know about yourself?" Shuri asked.

"I know lots of stuff."

"What was the last big global disaster?" Peter asked.

"Lots of people turned to dust." Serrure replied easily.

"And where were you?" Shuri continued, catching Peter's drift.

"I was..." Serrure stopped. "I don't know."

"Can you tell me your parents are? Do you have any siblings?" Peter asked

"I don't know."

Peter and Shuri exchanged quick glances.

Serrure didn't seem very talkative after that, so Peter and Shuri let them be. They showed them to a spare room and left them to the company of themselves.

It was later in the night when Wanda showed up again, a monstrous pile of books in her arms. She had different clothes, but still had pink hair and the cape around her shoulders - albeit, now cleaned.

"Making a fashion statement?" Shuri asked.

Wanda shrugged and put the books on the coffee table. "It's really warm."

"Are those from Strange's library?" Peter asked.

"No. They're from Loki's." Wanda picked up one of the books and flicked it open. "They left them all in their room after they died and Thor said I could take them; told me to keep them safe so the asgardians could use it once they recovered enough to practise magic again." She explained before showing them the page of the book she had opened.

She pointed to some black handwriting that looked like it was written in a hurry and was filling the page completely. "This is Loki's writing." And she pointed at another piece of handwriting, written in neat cursive and sparkly green ink. "And this is Amora's."

"Huh," Shuri replied, "And what about the blue one down there?" She pointed the the tiny baby blue print at the bottom of the page, neat but not nearly as elaborate as Amora's.

"I don't know, couldn't find a name anywhere. But you can tell who's saying what they whole time, they all mostly write in the same ink throughout, and even when they don't, their handwriting is pretty distinct." She handed the book to Peter. "I thought you could help me look through a few of these, find a way to reverse all her spells. If the solution is anywhere, it's probably here."

It took them the entire night to half the pile of books and they still hadn't found a spell similar to blood rain (or a way to return Wanda's hair to its natural colour). The closest they got was a method of summoning rain clouds. They had, however, found a spell for sending messages across long distances. The spell had been adapted several times, at first the messages could only be sent through specifically enchanted paper. Then over anything that emitted sound or pictures through magical means. Assumedly, Amora had simply adapted the spell for Earth's electricity – which Wanda guessed would be simple enough given that they didn't have much in the way of magical protection for their computers.

When the sun began to shine through the curtains, Peter decided it was probably time to stop for a bit. "I'm going to check on Loki- Serrure. We should probably get some breakfast."

Shuri yawned and Wanda mumbled something inaudible, which Peter took as some sort of acknowledgement of what he was saying.

He knocked on the door to Serrure's room, entering when he heard a small, "enter." (Far too formal for a kid).

The curtains were closed still, but Serrure was sitting on top of their bed, hair put in place, but clothes rumpled from sleep. Although, perhaps they hadn't slept at all, looking at the dark circles under their eyes.

"Morning!" Peter greeted. "We're going to make breakfast now if you want to come out."

"I'll be out in a moment."

"Great." Peter turned around to leave but swung back suddenly. "Oh hey, what are your pronouns right now?"

"What?"

"Your pronouns," Peter repeated, "like he/him, she/her, they/them?"

"He/him, obviously. Why wouldn't they be?"

Peter shrugged. "Sometimes people don't look like what you think that kind of person should look like."

"I don't think I understand what you mean."

Peter thought over it for a moment. "For years people called me a girl because I 'looked' like one. On my birth certificate and school ID and bus card, they all said a name that wasn't mine. And eventually I came to the realisation that this girl wasn't me, so I told everyone who I really was and those that really loved me learned to accept the change because that's who I really was."

"Oh." Serrure said, sounding small.

"And some people fluctuate or choose to identity as neither a girl or a boy or both at once, or in other ways."

"And everyone else is just... okay with that?" Serrure said, still small.

"No. But those people are wrong." Peter said definitely. "And sometimes you have to deal with those people. But if that person was ever you; Wanda, Shuri and I will have your back. Just... let me know if you ever want us to use different pronouns for you."

"Uh, yeah, okay." Serrure replied.

Peter left him alone after that and entered the kitchen. Wanda was mom-friending Shuri about there being no food in their cupboards and increased her mom-friending once Shuri informed her that they didn't need much because they got take-out food nearly every night.

As Wanda teleported away to get pancake batter and Shuri picked at some stale cornflakes straight from the packet, he realised that they were all here and safe. Even a version of Loki.

The blood rain still violently bounced off the windows and there were still prisoners on the loose, but maybe, just maybe, they would get through this together.