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UPDATE TO FINISH THE BOOK THERE IS A PART TWO BECAUSE I CANT HAVE MORE THAN 199 CHAPTERS

Peter was walking into the Tower, listening to Mr.Blue Sky, when he tripped on a black shoe. "STAHP! I could've dropped my crossaint!" He yelled out and took out his earbuds, getting on his feet again. He looked up to examine what exactly he'd tripped on. "Uh huh, black shoes, black pants, green scarf..." His voice went out when he saw who the body belonged to. "Hey kid, this is Loki." Tony called from the other room. "Thanks Mr. Stark!" He replied and turned his attention back to Loki. "H-Hi Mr. Loki. I'm so glad I'm meeting you and everything and I have a lotta questions, but for now I just wanna know, aren't you a bad guy?" He rambled and Loki gave a soft smile before realising it and went back to being emotionless. "It varies from moment to moment." He replies with caution. "Cool cool, so like on a scale of one to ten, ten being the worst imaginable like, killing puppies and one being not so bad, like I'll spit on Your Hotdog where are you now?" Loki thought about. "Maybe like a Three?" "Awesome. Lemme know if it gets above a six." Peter said smiling and went down to his room and set his school stuff down. He sat down at his desk and pulled out a blank sheet of paper and some erasable coloured pencils. As he scribbled away furiously,
Loki was still trying to take in what had happened. "Glad to meet you?" He repeated under his breath and shook his head to make sure this was real. Yup. It was. He sat down in the den and stared at a wall blankly. If anything were to happen to Peter, I'd kill everyone in this room and then myself. He thought and was pulled out of his mind when Peter came bouncing in. He tacked up the drawing and when Loki looked closer he saw a drawing of himself. It had a big head and a tiny body, but it was adorable and he later learned it was an art form they called "Chibi?" (I don't know how to spell it). "This," Peter began pointing at the drawing, "Shows your badness level. It has little lines indicating What level you are." Reading the names of each level he saw 'Stealing Candy', 'Hiding all of your left socks', and other things of that manner. Peter put out an erasable red coloured pencil next to the drawing so when it needed to change it could. Loki shook his head and smiled. "Thank you, Peter Tonyson."