We step out of the elevator and into Tony's lab, and I am sure for the second time today that I have gone deaf.

Off to my side, Peter physically recoils at the sound of Back in Black blasting at full volume and covers his ears. I already feel like my ears are bleeding so I don't even want to imagine what it would be like with his super senses.

Sure that Tony would not be able to hear me over the music I quickly turn to a camera to speak to FRIDAY asking her to turn it down. Thankfully FRIDAY is pretty good at reading lips so she is able to decipher my meaning.

Once the music is finally turned down to an acceptable level Peter breathes a sigh of relief.

"Hey, old man, I know your hearing is probably going, but no need to make the rest of our ears bleed."

"Oh hey, kids!" the old man says with a wide smile completely ignoring my statement causing me to roll my eyes. "Mind helping me with this?"

Both Peter and I walk over to the station that Tony is crouching over to look at what he is working on, but when we do, we both freeze.

"Uhhh, Mr. Stark, what is this?" Peter wearily asks pointing to the red and blue suit covered in a subtle spiderweb design.

"Oh, this is a new suit for that Spider-Guy. He is in desperate need of an upgrade it is actually quite sad. Fury also wants us to question him on his morals and all that, so I thought this would be a good way to bribe him and win him over."

Peter makes an attempt at forming a sentence, but just sputters, completely gobsmacked, and he looks towards me with a wild look, pleading for my help.

"Yeah, this is definitely a lot better than the pajamas that he wears now," I say while sending a slight teasing smirk toward Peter. "Are you going to need his identity though? Because he seems to hold that pretty close. I mean I wouldn't want people to know who I was if I was swinging around in PJs all day either. It would be embarrassing."

"Yeah, Fury is demanding it. Something about him possibly being a threat." Tony says absentmindedly while continuing to work on the suit.

Peter whips his head over to me with a fearful look but I offer him a reassuring smile. I'm going to have to have some words with Fury.

"Hey, can one of you help me get this wire in place?"

"Peter you help him with that, you are better with that kind of stuff," I say this because, yes, he really is better at this kind of stuff, but also because I want him to be able to see the inner workings of the suit. That way, if they ever try to pull something stupid with the suit, he can at least know his way around it to mess with it.

While Peter and the old man get to work, I head over to my workstation to continue to work on a new project that I have been working on. It is an improved version of prosthetics that has much more movement and, with the help of a small chip, it takes advantage of phantom limb syndrome in the brain to help have better control over the prosthetic.

After an unknown amount of time, I am torn out of my work daze when my hand slips and I accidentally and very painfully spill some liquid nitrogen on my hand when using it to cool one of the parts. I hiss at the feeling and go to shake my hand, but when I bring it back into my line of sight I stumble back at that same blue hue that I recognized from this morning appearing on my hands and seemingly traveling up my arm. I blink harshly as I watch it slowly start to fade away. I didn't think I was that tired that I would start hallucinating again.

I look up at the clock to see that it is 7:14 pm. Well, it has been almost 12 hours since I last had an energy drink... my caffeine withdrawals must really be getting worse if they are causing hallucinations...

"Hey, Tony! Do you have any energy drinks around here?" I shout from across the room.

"Look who you are talking to, of course I do! But you really should not be drinking those, they are bad for your health or something like that."

I narrow my eyes, giving him a threatening glare. "Tell me where they are Tony."

I swear that I see him shiver in fear and he then smartly tells me exactly where they are in the kitchen, which I hastily make my way towards.

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As I walk into the kitchen in search of anything caffeinated, I notice Loki leaning against the counter with a book in hand waiting for the tea that was boiling on the stove.

"Hey, Mr. Laufeyson." I say as I enter the kitchen going directly to the cabinet that Tony said the energy drinks were in. However, when I open the cabinet, I find it completely empty. I step back putting my hands on my hips and glaring disapprovingly at the bare cabinet.

"How do you know that name, mortal?" Loki asks from across the kitchen with a harsh but also very much on-edge tone.

I turn towards him, now finding his face no longer buried in his book and instead glaring at me with creased eyebrows. The displeased look on my face changes and turns to a concerned one.

"What? Your last name?" I ask confused.

"Yes, most would know me as Odinson. How do you know that?" His tone grows more impatient and frustrated and he stands up straighter from leaning on the counter.

"Uhhh, I know it from reading a lot of Norse Mythology. Sorry if I offended you or-"

He interrupts me with an undecipherable emotionless mask on his face. "So do you know..." His question tapers off as it gets stuck in his throat.

"Know what?"

Loki stares at me for a long while as if he is trying to read my entire life story and I stare back at him with a questioning look, not sure of why he is making this out to be such a big deal.

After a minute of his unwavering expression evaluating me, he hums and nods his head with an almost unbelieving expression and then speaks again. "So do all Midgardians know this?"

"No, I mean only the ones that study Norse Mythology I suspect may," I say and then turn around to continue to search through the other cabinets in search of something to feed my caffeine addiction.

"And you study Norse Mythology?" I can hear his smirk even without looking at him.

"I guess, I have just always found it very interesting. Although I am sure that there are a lot of inaccuracies in our versions."

In my continued search for caffeine, I start throwing open all the cabinets and digging through them still finding nothing. With my back still towards Loki, I hear him smugly speak up again.

"And who might your favorite deity in your version of Norse Mythology be?" He asks with a snarky and cocky tone paired with a massive grin.

"Don't flatter yourself, I can practically hear your ego expanding. But to answer your question, it is the Allmother, Queen Frigga, obviously."

Loki chuckles slightly as a warm smile makes its way onto his face. "I suppose that is the only other acceptable answer."

He then stands up, walks over to the kettle that has now just started boiling and pours out some tea into a mug. He turns to where I am crouched on the floor digging through yet another cabinet that is close to the floor.

"Would you like some tea?"

"Does it have caffeine?" I ask not even looking up.

"I don't think so."

"Then no, but thanks for the offer."

Loki hums in acknowledgment. "What even are you looking for so desperately?"

"The energy drinks, I think I am going insane without any caffeine."

"Were those that box of cans that the annoying white-haired boy took from the first cabinet that you checked earlier?"

I dramatically gasp. "Oh, that slimy speedy bastard."

I instantly turn around and quickly make my way out of the kitchen, shouting back at Loki as I do. "See you around Mr. Laufeyson!"

I then start to speed walk down the hall in a straight determined path toward Pietro's room, anyone could practically hear the rage in my step.

"Oooohhhh Pietro!! WherE aRe YoOOuUuu???" I sing with a terrifyingly sweet tone as I skip down the hallway twirling my switchblade and wearing a murderous grin.

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