Resurrection

Chapter -2

Peter should have been scared how he was ready to give up everything he had for his late mentor. He didn’t question how or what he had to lose. All he knew was the fact that there was a way. If it meant ruining his rest of the life or compromising to see him his mentor get back with his wife and child. Even that was okay. Cause it was better to have him nearby rather than reminiscing about him.

But finding Loki was a formidable task. And also to have him help them it was better to ask to a dead bird than hope for it. But he knew he would do anything, get into any bargain to bring his Tony back.

Strange through all this time was quiet, observing the little boy. Boy. That’s the only word he could use. Even though peter parker had graduated high school and was a freshman in MIT. His face still looked like the kid he met in the ship. A kid who had adoration to the Stark. Even then he knew that it was just not the respect that the kid had for mentor. But then there was no time for having heartfelt confessions or conversations. Even then he was curious, so he had settled with a question as to what was their relationship. Tony stark had only shrugged at that time. But even then he could sense the roll of tension in the billionaire’s thoughts.

The time that they were stuck down brought the kid closer. Strange never had a family. With a former past life of an egoistic doctor and then later as the keeper of the stone there was no time to settle down. So when Peter parker came into his life, he wanted to protect him. May be it was the forlorn expression. Or maybe it’s those stubborn attitude of never giving up that wanted to look after the child.

He knew that he loved the outlandish billionaire. It was evident from the way he spoke about him. The endless nightmares that left him convulsing name of Tony. Sometimes he saw the boy drawing an arc reactor just like how his mentor had. And the sorcerer was suffocated. Because there was only one way that this would end. The great sacrifice of the Iron man.

He could say that it was the guilt that wanted him to check upon the boy every weekend. But that would be a lie. So he saw the slow descendent of the child. His constant struggle to wake up, to be something more than a sore case. One year and the boy was still struggling and he knew that even though Peter had confessed about being frightened of death, there was only few more down spirals for him to achieve it.

So he had researched and was disappointed to know that he himself was unable to bring back the man. So he had settled for Loki but he knew that it was no less task to find him nor make him agree.

And the consequences.

If Loki was unable to help then there was no way anyone else could help. And if they were unsuccessful, he shuddered think what would happen to the boy who was now looking at him as if he was a saviour.

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Finding Thor was easy. Peter had to admit. All Mr strange had to do was to draw that weird orange portal and walk through it and they were on a ship. There was a collective gasp when they entered the ship due to the sudden invasion.

“Oh man! I didn’t know that there was an intergalactic party going on” it was Rocket who first came forward.

Thor had come around with storm breaker ready to fight off the aliens but stopped seeing the invaders.

“Oh the sorcerer! How fare you my friend? And spider child you look thin but what brought you here to my humble aboard?”

Before anyone could answer a voice was heard and then Peter was being wrapped by the branches –“I AM GROOOOT”

“I miss you too buddy” Peter said hugging back the tree and inhaling the cedar smell on his friend.

“Thor, I would like to speak to you”.

He would like to tell that Thor was happy to hear but truth was that he was weary. As if all the façade that he had to wear in front of others were starting burden down. There were tears in those blue eyes. Something he never thought will see but you could see the pain, the endless yearning for his family in his eyes.

“I know that Loki is alive. And it wasn’t a lie when I told him that we were no longer people who knew each other. Too much had changed. Too much pain, resentment and hurt. I could only simply watch. I should have helped him. Saw through his lies. But I couldn’t. So when he didn’t come back to me, there were no surprises.” Thor trailed as his voice shook with tears.

“So you don’t know where Loki is?” Peter asked deflated.

“No. I don’t know where exactly he is but I know that the only place he will visit is Vanaheimr. The birth place of my mother and many other mages like him. Yes definitely he will be there.”

“If you know where he is, why didn’t you search for him?” Peter asked unable to think why Thor didn’t try harder.

“Spider child, I have always tried to find him and look where it brought us. If it wasn’t for the time line being changed, my brother will be left to ashes. Now he is back, and maybe that is enough. Knowing that someone you love is alive somewhere is better than living in their shadows. Now go, child. Go and find your happiness. I hope your venture will be successful”.

With that Thor bid them farewell.

Within a short span of time, he found himself in a strange planet. But this one was beautiful. It reminded him about the old Egyptian civilization. Adorned with gold and glitters with every surface of land it was like in the realm eternal that Thor spoke about. Though he knew that Asgard was a place where Gods used to reside and this place was just a pale imitation of former.

Whatever the thought was it was all abruptly stopped when Mr Strange addressed a beautiful lady,

“Loki”

And suddenly he was aware of the piercing green eyes looking at him.