A night on a couch
Still in the elevator, my spidey sense went off. I grabbed Loki's hand, just before it made it to my-
"Choke me out, really?"
Loki smiled. "Tell Stark, and you're dead."
"You don't scare me," I said, letting go. He grinned, and the elevator opened. He walked out as if nothing happened. I ran after him and grabbed his arm again.
"Back for more?" He raised his eyebrows.
"I'm telling Mr. Stark, whether you like it or not."
He leaned close. "Go ahead, boy. See what happens." He then pulled out of my grip and went down the hall to his room.
I went into my room, webbed my door and window shut, and collapsed into bed. There's no way he could kill me, right? Right? I sat up and webbed the door and window again for safe measure. I then wedged a chair under the doorknob and duct-taped the window as well. He couldn't get me now. Unless he could teleport. Everyone's asleep too. He could just teleport in with a kitchen knife...
I sat on my bed, in my suit, until six am. The moment the clock striked six, I ran down the hall, into the elevator. I went down to Mr. Stark's lab.
I sat at his table. I watched the window open for him, with Mr. Rogers hanging onto his back. His suit collapsed into the arc reactor, and he noticed me.
"Uh, hi, Peter. Why are you still up?"
"Loki is going to kill me."
They both blinked.
"What makes you think that?" Mr. Rogers asked, putting his shield down.
"His cuffs are broken, and he said if I told you, he'd kill me."
Mr. Stark walked over and leaned on the table. "Have you been up this whole time?"
I nodded. Mr. Stark sighed. "When and where did he threaten you?"
"Just after we were done with patrol. The elevator, then on the way to his room."
He picked up his tablet and pulled up the security footage. Mr. Rogers leaned over his shoulder. They watched and listened, and then Mr. Stark put the tablet down, rubbing his eyes.
"Fri, is Loki still in his room?"
"Yes, sir. He's asleep."
Mr. Stark got up, heading for the elevator. Mr. Rogers and I followed.
"Look, kid, he won't kill you. If it makes you feel better, I can set you up on the couch in my room. You need to get some rest."
I thought about it. A few more hours in my binder couldn't kill me, right?
"Yes please," I said, and my suit collapsed into my web shooters. I was smart and had put on my pajamas beforehand.
Mr. Rogers went to his room, and I went to Mr. Stark's. His room was big. It was its own mini apartment, with a separate living room/kitchen. He grabbed a pillow and blanket out of a closet and laid them out on the couch.
"Get some sleep, Peter. I'll wake you up in a few hours."
He went to his room before I could thank him. I heard a muffled conversation, then he went to bed. I fell asleep within a few minutes.
"It's our couch, it's not like Loki would actually-"
"Shhh. Stephen, he was scared. His room is right next to Loki's."
"This better not become common occurrence."
"You're too loud, you're going to wake him up-"
I rubbed my eyes, then sat up. I saw Mr. Stark, and... Dr. Strange?
"See, you woke him up," Mr. Stark said, playfully hitting Dr. Strange's shoulder. "How did you sleep, kid?"
I blinked, making sure I was seeing alright. "Fine, thank you for letting me sleep here."
Dr. Strange made coffee, and I watched Mr. Stark sit at the table, going over whatever was on his tablet. I stretched, ribs aching, and sat next to Mr. Stark.
"Is it okay if I stay with you, just until we make sure-"
"Of course, Peter."
I pulled out my new phone, checking the time. 9:30. Dr. Strange placed a mug of coffee in front of Mr. Stark, and sat across from him with a cup of tea.
"Thank you, Strange," He said, not looking up.
"Oh, so it's Strange now."
Mr. Stark looked up. "What, did you want another term, dear?"
Dr. Strange chuckled. "That's better."
I looked between them. "You-you're dating?"
Mr. Stark burst out laughing. "You just now put that together?"
I rubbed my neck. "Maybe?"