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Who: Peter and Loki
Where: The Apartment
When: June 24th
What: Powers are lost, that means Asthma and Glasses.

Peter had been asleep, curled into a twin sized bed with a book about Astro-physics open and pressed against his face. He’d fallen asleep well into the early hours of the morning. He’s violently yanked out of his mostly pleasant dreams when the first glitch hits. It almost feels like being hit by a truck and it has him sitting up quickly and trying to piece together what just happened. He squints around the room and picks up on the fact everything looks like blurry blobs.

“Wh-what the hell?” He asks, rubbing his eyes, feeling a terribly familiar feeling at his chest. “No, no. Nonono.” Rubbing his eyes did nothing and everything is still blurry. “Shit! No, this can’t happen.” He takes in a sharp breath and reaches blindly for the nightstand in hopes that his glasses will magically be there. They’re not.

He takes in another sharp breath, feeling his chest restrict the tiniest bit. “Oh god..” he breathes, still blindly searching. He needs to calm down. Panicking isn’t gonna help him find his glasses and what is he supposed to do until he gets new ones? Sit on the couch all day? And why does his head hurt?

Another sharp breath of air but it feels more like a gasp. It doesn’t feel like his lungs are inflated at all. Forget the glasses, where’s an Inhaler? He coughs and wheezes harshly as he moves to his suitcase and starts pulling everything out in desperate hope he still had his inhaler with him somewhere. The quick movements cost him though as now it really feels like he can’t breathe.

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Loki rarely sleeps heavily and tonight is no exception, which means he hears the commotion in the other room at the edge of his consciousness. Peter's residence in his apartment is a new thing, he still can't believe the conversation with Peter's social worker had turned out that way, and so it takes him a few second to piece together what he's hearing before he's on his feet and heading down the hall.

He's dressed for bed in loose pants and a t-shirt, nothing of Asgard but something serviceable, and his hair makes it clear it was a good sleep before it was interrupted, but he's at the door regardless.

"Peter?" When there's no answer save the sounds of gasping, he tries the knob. He blinks at the scene for a moment before moving to the boy's side. "Peter, what's wrong?" He does put his hand on the boy's shoulder, trying to get him to stop, to look at him. "Peter."

Peter wants to be in denial of the facts but it's a little hard to do that when breathing has suddenly gotten difficult. He jumps slightly at the hand on his shoulder but it doesn't stop him from trying to tear through his things. Why did he get rid of his inhaler? He should have kept it just in case. May would be so mad if she knew.

He coughs and wheezes and tries to suck in enough air to actually answer the question. "Asthma." He coughs out.

"I need-" He starts, his voice dying out beyond a few wheezes. "inhaler." He pantomimes using it.

From the lad's desperate pantomime, he can't say he truly understands what this 'inhaler' is, though context tells the frost giant its something pertaining to his sudden affliction and inability to breathe well. He nods, though hesitates, if only for a moment.

"If one's to be found, I'll find it, though, are you certain you aren't in need of a hospital?"

He gasps again, his hand moving to try and soothe his chest in hopes it might help him breathe better-at this point, as much as he hates the idea maybe hospital isn't a bad idea?

"Maybe." he manages through a breathless gasp. As much as he hates hospitals he also knows that they can be necessary. Especially when he doesn't have a rescue inhaler for his asthma that seems to have returned with a vengeance. His vision is starting to blur a little and another desperate gasp seems to do noting to inflate his lungs. Hospital is probably a good idea.

"Right." Frowning for a moment, calculating precisely how far it was to the hospital and realizing he had no earthly idea other than a vague direction, he nods. He may not be in possession of his gifts, but he's still a fit man who's trained in combat most of his life, and Peter was small. He picks him up. "Right then, let's see to you."

It is a blur once they arrive, between check-in, admittance, and the like. Once they have him stabilized, once they're waiting for some sort of release paperwork, Peter's new guardian is permitted in the room with him. It's evident this entire ordeal is beyond his depth as he looks around the sterile room apprehensively.

"So. This is your healthcare." It's barbaric in comparison to that afforded by Asgardian healers.

Peter wasn't at all happy about the trip to the hospital but he clearly was familiar with with process. He'd have made a quip about this actually being a little better than the healthcare system he'd used to but not being able to breath and the asthma treatments really had a way to drain a person.

"Basically." He offers, lifting the nebulizer mask off his mouth and nose. "Except, a trip to Queen's Memorial for an asthma attack is typically like 10 grand or so. So, at least you don't have to worry about that."

He drops the mask back over his face and leans back, pausing a moment before letting out a sigh. "...I can't believe I'm in the ER again." He mutters.

He frowned at the young man's comment, nonplussed, but also uncertain he'd be inclined to pay such a ridiculous amount for required care. Humans really were some of the greediest creatures in existence. His frown only deepened when the lad continued, though he could tell his further commentary was to himself.

"Again? You've made a habit of this before?"

"I was born with a bunch of medical conditions, I was in the ER at least once a month. Usually for asthma but high fevers made the list a few times. It's why Aunt May is basically swimming in medical debt." he shrugs, not sure he'd call it a habit. If he didn't go to the ER when he was little he probably would be different.

"I'm really hoping this is temporary because I don't know if I can handle going back to not really being able to do anything." May would freak, and there's a fair amount of guilt as the idea of May having to deal with this all over again but this time without Ben to talk to. He's last in his own thought momentarily because he'd suddenly unsure she'd even have been able to support them if that spider-bite hadn't cured him of asthma.

"Such things shouldn't be temporary." If his knowledge of human anatomy was accurate. It may not have been, his knowledge in that arena was fairly limited, though he realized he would have to change that if he was responsible for the boy. He didn't mind, but Peter didn't need to know that.

"I understand all those 'conditions' of yours should be debilitating and permanent. Why are you they not?"

Peter freezes. He's really messed up now. How could have been so stupid to just throw that out there? He blames the high stress situation.

"Uh..." He starts, brain racing through possible things he could say. "Miraculous recovery than relapse?" He wouldn't even believe him if he heard that and Peter knows he's not a great liar so why he even tried to lie just now is anyone's guess.

"It's um-it's a long story."

He gazes at Peter for a moment, a placidly amused expression on his face before it breaks into a grin and he laughs.

"Are you trying to deceive me, Peter? That's hilarious. We seem to have all the time in the world."

Even if Peter had mastered the art of deception the monitors would give him away in a heartbeat. Literally. There’s a slight spike as Peter tries again to think of someway to save his superhero identity.

“I un.. I uh.. I kinda got uh bit. By a radioactive spider..“ his voice gets a lot softer at the end. “It-it was a whole ordeal and I mean technically I’m not allowed to talk about it because of legal reasons but Oscorp probably can’t sue my family here.”

"A...radioactive spider." He sounds disbelieving, which is also the most honest he's sounded in recent days, and eyebrow raised. "Given your current situation, I would sooner believe that would kill you."

"I think it almost did." Peter offered a shrug and then let out a sigh, trying to think of how to explain it. "I don't remember whole lot of that day exactly. I just was on a fieldtrip and I got bit by a spider. I knew something wasn't right because I just immediately threw up all over the floor and passed out. The first time I woke up I was on the bus again and they said my Aunt was coming to get me and then the next thing I remember was being woken up at home to sign this thing-which I've now totally violated by the way, saying I wouldn't tell anyone about the spider or where it happened in exchange Mr Osborn paid the ER bills." He explained, tapping his fingers together.

"But it wasn't a normal spider-and it completely rewrote my DNA and now I'm-uh.. I'm basically part spider. Sorta. I'm still figuring it out."

"Well, I won't inform Mr. Osborn if you won't." Loki was one who could see conspiracies everywhere, it came from spinning so many of his own over the years he would wager, but he got the distinct impression this Mr. Osborne was directly or indirectly responsible for this oddly powerful spider.

"I've never known a spider to cure poor eyesight or a weak constitution." That wasn't to say he didn't believe the boy, of course.

"It didn't do just that." he admits, glancing away for moment as he tries to work out how to explain it. "When I got bit the first few days were uh-for lack of a better word- Hell. But then I started noticing changes-like I can stick to pretty much any surface, I have super strength and uh sixth sense type thing that warns me when I'm in danger-doesn't work all the time and sometimes it just goes off randomly."

He takes a breath and thinks back to those first few days of his powers and how confusing and aggravating everything was. "It also enhanced my senses which included my eyesight and, hearing-all of that. It also enhanced my metabolism, a lot. So I heal super fast and I think that's why I don't really have attacks anymore? Because while you can't "cure" asthma there are treatments for it and I think the healing factor keeps it in check. sorta. Like I said, I'm still figuring out and by my standards I've only had my powers for about a year."

"Annoying as it sounds, it likely has its uses as well." As did the sticking to walls and the possession of 'super strength'. He wondered if it was near the strength of an Asgardian, but now was certainly not the time to test that particular question.

"It's fascinating, certainly, but the occurrence also beggers questions: what was a radioactive spider doing there in the first place?"

"Oh... yeah, it-it definitely has its uses." Peter's heart rate starts to spike again like he's avoiding something or leaving out information.

...

"mainly that I've been using them to fight crime in Queens and kindasorta... becameasuperhero." he hurriedly finishes up.

"I um, I'm not convinced that Mr Osborne wasn't responsible for the radioactive spider. I mean the whole thing still seems really sketchy."

"Of course you did."

He arched an eyebrow at the boy's tale. It wasn't exactly surprising, learning the lad had used this newfound power to protect others. He knew who Loki was, most likely his brother, and the other Avengers. "Heros" indeed.

"And who is Mr. Osborne?"

Peter just shrugged. He wasn't really sure what to say to that because of course he did. What else would he have done with his powers? People needed help and he has-had the power to do just that.

"He uh-He owns Oscorp Industries wh-which is where I got bit by the spider-I don't know why the spider was radioactive but I don't.. think it was an accident."

"Scientists with questionable motives creating dangerous specimens when they know little of what to expect from the outcome. Where have I heard that before?"

He shook his head. Mortals really did get involved with things best left to their betters more often than not.

"And what's been done about this Oscorp Industries?"

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