Resurrection

Chapter-13

Peter was back again in May’s house. Those familiar brown faded curtains where he used to hide were draped over the window. The house was a bit worn out but he loved to spend time here. If you listen closely you could hear the swings and creeks of slides from the nearby park.

But what he loved the best was those thick wooden sofa with spring cushions. It made these weird noises when you sat over but it was where he sprawled out during the afternoons- his head on May’s lap, uncle Ben sitting opposite on the chair reading newspaper. Their usual afternoons.

Today was one such day but Uncle Ben was watching television instead of reading. May was patting his head but she too was intently watching the news.

“So they found him?” May asked incredulous.

“No, they didn’t. He escaped by himself” Ben replied rubbing his tired shoulders.

“What?” Peter couldn’t help but ask. That was the thing with his family. Uncle Ben and May always included him in conversations though most of the time he never understood what they spoke about. Like when they spoke about electricity fee to be paid. It’s something everyone has, like air. Air is free of cost, then why do we need to pay electricity?

“Kiddo, you see that man. He is the owner of this big company. They protect the country, like build weapons for army people. So that they can fight against our enemy. That man was kidnapped three months ago, you remember the footage right? Yeah he made an armour in the cave and got himself out. Seems like his weapons were used by the enemies too. So he wants to close down the company.”

“Oh is he hurt?” Peter had to ask. The man was wearing a sling like what he wore when he fell from his cycle. It should have hurt him. Peter had to go see a doctor and get this injection which was very painful. Aunt May had held his hand throughout and bought him ice cream for not crying.

“I think so kiddo. He was held by mean people but he is smart. Look at him. He will spring back in no time”.

Peter just nodded his head. The man was really captivating to watch. He was funny and he had cheese burgers with him which was his favourite too.

“I want to be like him” Peter said determined. If he could own a company, that means he will be rich. Then he could take care of his aunt and uncle. Besides to build a suit! That was so cool!

“Pete, you are just six! You need to grow up to be like him!” May couldn’t hold her laugh.

“Well, I will starting drink the milk then” Peter pouted. He couldn’t understand why his aunt found it funny.

“Well you do kid. You are smart. You can be like him” Ben said patting his shoulders.

“What’s his name?” Peter asked watching his speech intently.

“Tony stark”.

“I am gonna meet him! I am gonna be like him!” Peter said excited as he rushed towards his room.

Peter woke up with a start.

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At first peter didn’t understand why he was in a bed and that too it looked like green silk. Not only the bedding the entire room was palette of green- green curtains, green table cloth, cushions and even the book shelf was a tinge of green.

“Ah you are awake”.

He whipped his head to the side so fast that he couldn’t hold back a groan. Loki was sitting on a chair next to his bed, his legs propped up and reading some kind of book which was in a weird alien language.

“I wouldn’t do that if I were you” Loki said still looking bored and perturbed for distracting him from the book.

Peter wanted to speak up but his mouth felt dry.

“Here, take this antidote it will ease your pain. Perhaps some water.” Loki stood up tilting the potion and the glass of water so that Peter wouldn’t have to strain further. It was only when he felt his pain subside that he looked upon himself. Angry abrasions were crawling out in his neck and his body was wrapped up in bandages (lots of bandages), his leg was hooked up to a pole so to steady it. He groaned. This was worst, how was he gonna tell this to Aunt May and not to mention the leaves he have to take from college now. He shuttered to thing about the piles of notes waiting for him.

“Loki, how am I alive?” Peter knew that it was near impossible. By the time Tony had let him go, he felt blind spots in his eyes and felt harder to breathe. Loki had to help him, he knew that. His head had hit in the pavement, there was no other way he could survive the impact.

Suddenly Loki looked irked and scared. “You… what were you thinking when you decided to use that monstrous fluid on me? I would have asked my son to aid us but no you decided to be valiant! You wanted to save me? And did you know that if Stark had used the fire, it would have lit the entire tower, not only killing us but the staffs working there. YOU don’t care about anything!”

Loki was fuming. How dare the child try to save him? He was well adept in these situations and had encountered even worse than this. But the boy…. he was nothing but mortal. What if Thor and sorcerer hadn’t come? What if the voice in the ceiling spoke up? The boy would have been truly dead. One more death in his hand. Loki truly didn’t want to carry that burden.

Peter could only burst in tears when he heard the God. Whatever he tried it was backfiring. He couldn’t believe how destructive his mentor had turned to. Why did he have to bring him back? Why did he keep putting others in danger?

Loki just wrapped his arms on the wailing boy. It was heart breaking to see the radiant child bursting to tears.

“Peter, tell me what you want?”

“Tony, how is Tony? I want to see him, Loki. He wasn’t in his right mind. I know he hates me now! But I should assure him that I am alright, I need to know he is alright.”

Loki just shook his head. He couldn’t believe how the child still could think about the man when he was in so much pain. The boy truly was naïve. Stark didn’t deserve him.

“I don’t think it’s possible, child. I could check upon him but you are currently in New Asgard, in my room.  My brother and strange were adamant that you shall not be allowed near Stark again. Your sorcerer was truly angry with him.”

“Loki, listen you know that Tony was not in his mind. You told me his emotions are not stable. Of course he didn’t know. He was hurt. He was projecting it. You would know about this.”

“Child, Stark was ravenous. He wouldn’t have stopped unless you died. You knew that. You were ready to die”.

“I am an adult. I could do whatever I want. I say you take me now to him.” Peter said tired but not ready to let the other man win the argument.

“Barely adult”.

“You were in battles when you were of this age, Loki” Peter snickered.

“That is different.”

“It’s not”

“You are not going to stop arguing are you? I told Strange that this would happen. You were stubborn enough to bring him up. Norns know what is written in your fate but perhaps this isn’t the time for you to be away from him.” Loki sighed rubbing his head.

“You are absolutely correct” Peter was beginning to feel drowsy but he wanted to be awake in case Loki decided to take him to Tony. He hoped he would.

“I will bring Tony here but before that I need to speak to him. He is not going to do something like this again. And he owes an apology to everyone.”

Peter knew that he could do nothing about it. He knew that Tony didn’t want to see him. He surely won’t come. But if only for once he could see him… Peter was once again left dreaming about the bygone years.