Interlude Peter Parker
Terrified, Peter cried. His leg was broken, his head was bleeding, and Aunt May and Uncle Ben were dead because of aliens. Nobody found him. The building they lived in was collapsed. Peter was afraid he would die here. He was afraid of death, but his parents, aunt and uncle are in Heaven. He won't be alone. It only hurt so much. Tears were running down his cheeks. He didn't want to be alone. There were shards of glass around him, broken furniture, and there was a terrible smell in the air.
If only Iron Man could save him like he used to. But how would he know Peter was here? Peter tried to crawl, but was getting weaker with each passing moment. He lay down. Maybe dying won't be so bad. Before he closed his eyes, he saw a gray-blue glow. Then he heard a male voice, and gentle hands appeared on his head. The man hummed a soft tune and Peter felt the pain drain away. Maybe an angel came for him?
Peter fell asleep.
Peter woke up. He thought he was floating on a cloud. He was lying somewhere warm and comfortable. He felt no pain anymore. Neither the head nor the leg. But it was impossible. Maybe he really died?
He opened his eyes.
This was his bedroom. Just like before the attack. There was no damage. Was he dreaming of the invasion? Or maybe Heaven is like his room? But it probably shouldn't. The sleep theory seems to be better. But that means Uncle Ben and Aunt May are alive! Peter immediately got up from the bed and ran to the kitchen. He smelled a tasty but unfamiliar smell. Was Aunt May cooking something new?
Peter paused when he saw an unfamiliar man instead of his aunt. The stranger read something in the cookbook and kept his eyes on the cooking soup.
He had long black hair. He was wearing a nice green and black armor. He also had beautiful golden bracers. Peter read about them in the history book. Quite a strange way of dressing. It's like an actor's costume. A stranger lady in a similar outfit was sitting nearby. She had short blonde hair and she was sharpening a sword. Peter looked around. He couldn't see his aunt and uncle anywhere. However, the house looked immaculate. Aunt May would love this order. Peter didn't know who the strangers were. They could be bandits. He should run away to the police station immediately.
"The brat woke up" he heard the lady's voice.
"Sylvie, don't be rude" said man.
Then the stranger looked at him. A sad smile appeared on his face. He held out his hand and said, "Do you want to see a trick? Peter shouldn't have approached the stranger, but he did anyway. The man's smile was less sad as Peter approached him. The man held out his hand. Suddenly, fireworks appeared above her.They were beautiful!
"Was it an illusion? What device made it? Was it Stark's newest technology? It's really pretty! Have you seen my... ?" the questions immediately escaped from Peter's mouth. The man seemed a little surprised.
The man approached Peter and gently took his hand.
"I am Loki of Asgard. And I'm afraid your parents are dead. I tried to help them, but it was too late. And answering your other questions. Yes, it was an illusion. My mother taught me that, and I don't use any device. It was magic "said Mr. Loki.
Loki just like the Norse God of Mischief. If aliens existed, maybe gods too? However, Peter did not think about it. All he thought was that he was alone in the world again. Tears back up at Peter. He hoped it was just a dream. Mr. Loki hugged him and began humming. Peter hadn't even corrected him that it wasn't his parents, but his aunt and uncle. Somewhere behind him lady said, "Just give you a crying child and that cruelty mask is disappearing. How could anyone fall for it?"