Uhh just a warning there is a brief part in this part that is pretty dark: mentions of child murder. It's not graphic at all.

However, If this is triggering to you please do not read the part in bold.

When Peter arrived at the base he use to call home there was nothing there but fallen rubble and dust everywhere. He stared at the disaster zone before him for what seemed like forever.

He knew who done this. He should have expected this. He had told them where the base was, it may of not been his fault considering they used a detector (and a Natasha Romanoff who is a human truth or lie detector just by staring at u) but this was not what he really expected.

The whole base, gone. Broken rubble and a nest for dust is all it is now. (Just like that one scene in infinity war)

But what was on Peter's mind the most was the question 'what happened to everyone?'. There were no bodies evident, none in sight. The absence of lifeless forms sent chills down Peter's spine. Surely someone who of died, it was an inevitable outcome. But here we are, no dead bodies. He doesn't even know if his team survived it.

Maybe SHIELD took all the bodies for...some reason. Peter can't think straight enough to think about the possibilities.

He slowly, but surely, walked back to the car where Loki was waiting for him. They had assumed HYDRA wouldn't want to see the God who tried to take over New York, so he stayed put in the car.

Peter slumped into the chair with a look of sorrow and grief in his expression, he gulped, "they...they uhh, can't help."

"Is that because they don't want to, or is the base destroyed?"

"Destroyed," He sighed, "gone. All gone, what the hell was I thinking? I tried to control everything when I lied so the machine didn't pick it up, obviously didn't work out. I shouldn't of talked at all, I- god damnit."

Loki remained silent mainly because he didn't know how to respond. He's never been the best at comforting.

"It's fine. I'll be fine, my healing should do it's thing by tomorrow. Don't need help."

"Yeah, it looks like your healing is doing plenty," Loki sarcastically smiled. He dropped the smile when he didn't get any positive replies, "is there anyone else you could possibly think of in this world that could help you?"

Peter shook his head, "Anyone that could have, is possibly dead...and you said you don't know how to deal with this."

"What about this team of yours. You've mentioned them before."

"About that...they were in the base. A room they weren't allowed to escape, technically a cell but it's wasn't...okay so that made no sense but you get what I mean."

"Not really but I know the main part of the story. Are you sure they may not of gotten out in time?"

Peter sighed, considered it for a while, then frowned, "no. No there's-but maybe. I'm not really sure, plus, if they did, they'd either be in hiding and running away or in-prisoned somewhere else."

"We could blow every prison to oblivion until we find them...?" Loki suggested, more of a question.

"We could. But we need to stay on the low. Hey you said that you have...manipulation powers? Or something like that, right? Well can you manipulate people around us into thinking we are different people?"

Loki thought about it for a moment, "hmm I don't think I could make that possible. But I can shapeshift into another."

Peter brightened. Something was going right for him, "that's great. Can you go get some food please? Food first then health."

"Where do you suppose I'll get the money from?"

"I don't know. Shape shift into a dollar or something. I'm hungry," Peter pouted.

Loki rolled his eyes jokingly before setting the car's path back into the road and continuing to the closest market.

•EdGy SqUaD•

Tele And Strike carefully made their way out the house, it felt more of a prison than a house. They were stuck in it for the rest of their lives and Shock has no intentions to let them play in the park anytime soon.

A park seems like a really fun idea. Strike remembers a day when they were younger  and kept in that base. His old team full of other 12 year olds, about 6 of them including Strike, came back from a mission.

Adam congratulated them for job well done and confirmed the mission to be completed. Strike faintly remembers the mission. It was something about eliminating a kid...Harley was his name?

(I AM SO SORRY BUT ITS FOR THE PLOT DONT KILL ME PLZ)

The group of kids had doubts about murdering another fellow child. It was stated to be an important mission, revenge on Stark. You know, the original 'get revenge on someone who ruined my life' Jazz.

After that, they were taken to the park. The slides, swings and other play equipment were a new type of experience for the kids. The empty and wide area of grass surrounding the playground was defiantly one of the best parts. The kids played tag, hide and seek and all sorts of other games. For once, they felt like normal children. Running and playing till your legs give out.

Strike smiled a bit from the memory. His old friends were, admittedly, better than these new people. Though he had been with them for a while, the others were much more understanding and fun. Best part of the old team was that every one of them loved guns.

It was a bit of a distance to walk until they met the road. Strike almost walked in front of a car, Tele quickly pulled him back and muttered an 'idiot' towards him.

Another car passed and Strike found him self unconsciously looking into the car, through the window.

Strike's eyes widened a bit before turning to Tele, "was that..."

"Huh?" Tele was obviously completely oblivious.

"I swear I just seen Spider, in that car, the car that just drove past."

Tele narrowed his eyes, "are you okay? Did Shock Shock your brain or something?"

Strike shook his head and began walking again, "never mind. I think I'm just going crazy due to the amount of time I've spent in that house."

Tele smiled but his thoughts did trail back to his teammate, Spider. Was he alright? Where was he? Who is he with? What is he doing right now?

•Peter and Loki•

"OH MY FUCKEN GOD THAT WAS A RED LIGHT," Peter shouted.

Maybe letting the God from Asgard drive in a city full of humans wasn't the best idea. It had never occurred to Peter that he might not know the road rules. Keeping their profiles on the low was going to be harder than he wanted.

"What does that even mean!"

"It means stop. It's red. what did you think it meant!"

"Blood!" Loki shrugged.

"Of course you did," Peter muttered.

The car came to a stop very neatly in a parking lot. Peter raised one of his eyebrows at the God, "So you don't know what a red light means but you know how to park?"

"There's a lot of things you don't know about me spiderling."

Peter scoffed, "Yeah, like how you're driving instructor sucked."

Loki rolled his eyes before turning his attention to the boy again, "so what food is it that you're after?"

"Apples, Pancakes, water, chicken, tacos and bread," Peter listed.

"...you got all of that succulent food in hydra?"

"No. I got it at the avengers compound. I hate them but wow, their food was to die for," Peter stated.

"Okay...be right back."

Loki looked around the place casually and spotted a fairly old man getting into his car, his hands full with groceries. He guessed the man was on his way home. So when the guy everntually drove away Loki let himself take the man's appearance.

He reached inside the car and was handed a wallet Peter stole before they came to the market. He smiled in satisfaction and made his way inside the market.

Peter was now alone in the car. 'Huh, this is boring' Peter thought, even though Loki only just left. 'What should I do?'.

He looked out a window and seen a crowd of people surrounding one area. He narrowed his eyes and impatiently waited for the crowd to move out of the sight. Once they did, Peter wished the crowd didn't.

There, in the middle of the crowd, stood Tony Stark. Peter ducked down in the car to be out of sight.

'Ah shit' Peter thought, 'what am I going to do-'. He was suddenly cut off when there was a knock at the window opposite him.

Peter slowly drifted his eyes up to the window and-

"Holy shit."

•Strike and Tele•

As the two males made their way to the market they seen Tony Stark in one of his expensive cars. They had no intention to run from it, of course, because Tony never really seen their faces before.

When they took Tony with them to the base they had their masks on the whole time. When they tied Tony to a chair, he was unconscious. Then none of the team entered the room again.

Plus if they ran away from the car, Strike and Tele would seem suspicious. Therefore their low profile exposed. So here they are, casually walking down the street.

"You know, if you didn't forget to get any form of drinkable liquid, we could have been home sleeping," Tele complained.

"I forgot, you can't blame me. Plus I can't sleep without a blanket, which, I need to buy," Strike argued back.

"Right, you couldn't remember to buy an everyday essential and the one thing you can't sleep without didn't come to your mind."

"In my defence I didn't know you would all complain and refuse to drink the perfectly fine tap water."

Strike huffed and the two came to a stop near the shop. They noticed the huge crowd and completely avoided it.

Before Tele could walk into the shop he felt Strike's hand pull him back by his shoulders. He turned to face him, but when he seen Strike's eyes were pointed in another direction his eyes followed Strike's.

"Hey Tele, That was the car I seen before," Strike said, "the one you were idiotically oblivious about."

"What do you mean?"

"Just follow me," he grabbed Tele's hand and pulled him towards the car.

Tele didn't see any figures in the car, "I don't think anyone is in there."

Strike ignored him and walked to one of the windows. He also seen no one in there but maybe they were hiding, and if it is who he thinks it is, it would be very convenient.

He looked in the window there was, indeed, someone hiding below the window on the passenger side.

Strike needed to see his full face. 'Here goes nothing' he thinks to himself, lifts his hand then knocks on the window.

Tele's eyes widened beside him in a 'What the hell are you doing' way.

The person in the car slowly looked up at them, then his eyes also widened.

"Tele..." Strike whispered but raised his voice slightly, "Tele! It's him."

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Annnnnnd scene! They finally meet....if u didn't already get it.

OMG FANART FRICKEN BE EXCITED CAUZ TIS FRICKEN PURE FRICKEN TAL-FRICKEN-ENT. Aight guys get ready to see pure talent:

*squeal* thank u so much mimsicalwrites u are talent. Ur DNA is talent. I have spoken.

Early update cauz I hate leaving y'all on one chapter.

Btw if u have any ideas for my oneshot book I'm open to requests. I have plenty of oneshots I've been planning to write but rn I have been busy with medical shit because my body just doesn't want to leave me alone.

Anywhoooooo

Til next time baguettians
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