Hey Spider-Man, I’m Iron Man.
Peter keeps trying to talk to his friend, despite it becoming obvious that he wasn’t going to answer, he continues to try to talk to him over the phone until the phone booth disconnects him. Rushing to put on his suit, he panics and wonders just where is he.
The panic slowly starts to sets in as he starts swinging, not hearing anything over the sound of his thoughts and the wind
It feels like hours that he swings for, even though he knows he’s only been looking for a few minutes. “LOKI!” he calls out, swinging down a block. Continuing to call out his friend’s name, voice becoming shaky.
Please be okay.
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Breaking News! Spider-Man Gone Mad?
The masked vigilante we all know and love has been swinging through the city for half an hour, calling out the name of the Norse God of Mischief, Loki. Has he lost it? Or have the gods from this culture’s ancient mythology proven to actually exist?
-
”Loki…” Peter mumbles, landing on the roof of his old apartment complex, “I can’t- where is he? He can’t- he can’t leave me.” he paces back and forth for several minutes, trying to think of a place that he hasn’t looked yet. He’s about to start desperately swinging around again when he hears the roar of jet repulsers.
“Hey, Spidey-Kid, what’s wrong? The news thinks you’ve gone off the deep end, if you know what I mean.” Iron Man yells over the clanking of the metal on the concrete building. An iron-clad hand is placed on his shoulder, but he shakes his head and turns away. “My best friend is missing and I don’t know where he is or what happened to him but I know that he’s in danger. The only thing I know is that he was at a telephone booth but I can’t find him and-“ “Kid, listen.” The other vigilante cuts off his word vomit, once again placing a hand on his shoulder.
It takes him a few seconds, but Peter manages to take a few long, steady breaths. “Good, good. Okay, I can help you find him. You said his name was Loki? What does he look like?” Iron Man nods as he describes his friend, adding in comments about how worried he was every once in a while, ‘But what if he’s not okay?’ ‘He will be.’ ‘But what if someone kidnapped him and he’s trapped with no way to escape-‘
When he finishes his thorough description, the other vigilante nods, sighing, “Let’s go find this little shit.”
“Hey!”
”Kidding, kidding.”
-
The two of them had split up to continue looking for Loki in hopes that they could cover more ground this way. After about an hour, Peter was about to tell Iron Man to leave and ‘thank you for your time’ when, through the walkie-talkie he had been given (does he just carry those around?), he hears some shuffling.
”Hey, Kiddo, I think I found the Loki kid you were talking about.”
He hears a groan from the other side of the line - supposedly Loki - as Iron Man picks him up.
”Okay, this might be a little worse than I thought.”