"Stark, we have a problem."

Tony looked up from the gauntlet he was working on when his music volume turned down and raised an eyebrow when he saw Natasha standing nearby, "How'd you get in? JARVIS?"

"Apologies, Sir, but I believe you would want to hear what Agent Romanov has to say."

The billionaire put down his tools, turning around fully to the woman, "What's wrong? Aren't you supposed to be on the Hellicarrier?"

"I am," She nodded, stepping closer when it was apparent she wasn't going to get kicked out."But Fury found out that Percy's off-world and he wants to use this chance to detain Loki."

Tony tilted his head, chewing his lip absentmindedly as he thought over what she said, "Why'd they wait until Percy's off-world?"

Natasha stared at him, raising one eyebrow in the classic 'really?' expression.

"Right, right, never mind. Dumb question." Tony turned back to his work, picking up a small screwdriver.

The Black Widow frowned, "You're not going to just let Fury take Loki, are you?"

The Stark twisted the screw driver and the repulser on the gauntlet whined dangerously, "No. I'm not."

Natasha gave a small smile, "Good. What do you want me to do?"

"I want you to get Clint and Thor. Tell them to meet me on the rooftop in fifteen. I'll get Loki."

"You're bringing Loki to him?"

Tony smirked dangerously, something he and his boyfriend shared in common, "Exactly." He went with her in the elevator and, when they got to the Common floor, they split up. "Loki?"

The trickster god looked up from the book he was reading, "Yes? Is there something I can help you with?"

"We're leaving to the Hellicarrier in fifteen. Are you going to go like that?" He looked at the sweatpants the god was wearing and the oversized Gryffindor T shirt he must have swiped from Steve. Just like his father. "Or do you want to change?"

Loki carefully marked his page and stood up, stretching, "I will change my clothes. May I ask why we are going to the flying ship?"

Tony hummed happily, bouncing on the balls of his feet, "I just wanted to tell Fury 'no' in person, that's all."

Clint jumped down from the vents next to the billionaire, landing deftly on his feet, "Are you serious?" He sounded happy, eyes wide and mouth stretched into a grin.

"Yup," Tony nodded. "What color tie should I wear?" He held up a dark green tie and a red one.

The archer stared at them for a moment before pointing to the first tie, "The green one. It really brings out the murder in your eyes."

"Mm, that's what I thought," The genius nodded and started making his way back to the elevator to head to his floor. "What are you doing standing around, Lokes? Hurry up!"

"Yes!" Loki walked fast to where Tony was waiting. He was confused on what the Avenger wanted to say 'no' to their Director for but, since the billionaire deigned to see the man in person, it couldn't be anything good.

—

Peter was maybe fifteen minutes away from the beach when he realized he was starving. Even though he ate breakfast, it was only two eggs and he wasn't even close to being full with that. He was a growing boy after all. And Spider-Man- theres that, too.

The brunette patted his pockets until he found some change and looked around for a place where he could exchange it. His eyes lit up when he found one and that it was near a coffee shop as well.

Despite how excited he was to be in London, Peter was wary of the people around him. Whenever he would ask about any snakes near West Wittering, they would send him in different directions, some even contradicting each other. It was like they didn't want him to find the World Serpent and it made Peter really suspicious.

"I can see you haven't found the snake you're looking for."

Peter most definitely did not shriek as he spun around to face the person he met almost half an hour ago, "Phil?"

"I- What-" Phil practically wheezed as he laughed, putting his hands on his knees for support. "What noise even was that?"

"A really manly one," The spiderling pouted, crossing his arms. "What are you doing here?" His eyes narrowed in suspicion, "Did you follow me?"

The black-haired man tilted his head, "Uh... Yes?" He put his hands up fast, eyes wide as he tried to explain himself, "I wanted to help you!"

"Help me?" Peter raised an eyebrow, trying to channel his inner Tony Stark in the one gesture. "I'm just looking for a snake."

Phil sighed and his shoulders slumped, "You're looking for Jörmungandr." He ran his hand through his quiff, "I can tell."

The brunette's eyes widened, "No, you can't!"

The blue-eyed man blinked at him slowly, "Peter... Everyone can tell."

"Everyone?" Peter paused. "Wait, everyone knows?"

"Um, well, not everyone. Just a lot of people. They're really protective of Jör but I can take you to him."

Peter blinked slowly, "Coffee first."

Phil seemed to perk up at the mention of caffeine, "I can take you to Starbucks!"

--

"I'm not wearing that."

Toly frowned as he held the warm fabric in his hands, "Wear the poncho, Nico."

"No," The son of Hades crossed his arms. "Why do I have to wear a freaking poncho in Russia?"

"You can cover your face if you need to," Toly tried to reason, getting a bit fed up with the demigod.

"Still not wearing it."

Nico shrieked when the old man whipped the fabric at his face and he had to swing his arms like windmills so he didn't fall on his butt. "What the heck, Toly?!"

Toly raised an eyebrow at him, "You will wear the poncho, son of Hades, or I will kick you outside and let you fend for yourself." He smiled sweetly, "Da?"

The black-haired teen huffed, tugging the poncho over his head, "Fucking da."

The old man nodded once, "Good." He handed the teen a beanie, which the demigod as put on. "Follow me now. If we leave now, we will arrive at the bridge in the afternoon. Grab your bag. You will not be coming back here."

"Wow, breaking my heart here, Toly," Nico rolled his eyes, picking up his duffel bag from a small table near the door. He shivered when he got back outside, feeling the chill all the way down to his bones. He lifted his poncho, avoiding eye contact with Toly as he used it to cover his face.

As they walked for a few minutes, Toly turned to look at the teen, "Stand up straight. You will want to look presentable when you meet Móðguðr."

"Toly, please don't lecture me about my posture. I'm too busy freezing back to death to care."

Toly rolled his eyes, silently asking the gods why he always had to be stuck with the children of Hades.

--

Asgard was beautiful, Percy acknowledged, but he couldn't focus on anything else. He was too busy thinking of what exactly he was going to say to Odin. He was well aware of Frigga telling him about the palace, where certain things came from, and he felt bad about the fact that he couldn't appreciate it all properly. Tony would have more fun talking to Frigga about everything in the realm.

"Here we are," Frigga said, gesturing to an empty guest room. "Inside the closet should be clothes that fit you, Percy."

"Thank you," Percy smiled, kissing the back of her hand in thanks. Thor had told him that it was a common thing and Frigga's lack of reaction beyond a nod seemed to prove that. "We will talk more later?"

"Of course," The Queen agreed. "I will lead you to the throne room but, before I do that, I have to take you to Fenrir."

The son of Poseidon raised an eyebrow at that but nodded, "Sounds good to me. Give me a few minutes to change into something and we can go." He opened the door to the room, immediately noting that, while it was decorated lavishly, he still preferred the room he shared with Tony.

Percy opened the closest, his eyebrows shooting up at the sight of all the different colored fabrics and armors inside. "This is ridiculous," He muttered before reaching into the back and pulling out a long sleeved shirt and black pants decorated with dark green lines and swirls. It was probably Loki's. He quickly changed into the clothes and told Frigga that he was ready.

Frigga walked inside and she gave a sad little smile when she saw what he was wearing. "Would you like me to do your hair?"

"Sure, why not?" Percy shrugged before hopping up on the bed, swinging his legs slightly. He hummed happily as the woman gently ran her fingers through his hair, her thin fingers putting together small braids on one side of his head.

When Frigga was finished, she stepped back to admire her work, "You look very much like Loki."

Percy grinned, "Thanks." He stood up, admiring his hair in a mirror for a second, before turning back to her, "Take me to Fenrir, please."

"Of course," Frigga nodded before leading them back outside of the palace and up a hill. They ended up on a path hidden by some vines that ran alongside a river. "That's the river Van," She explained. "From Fenrir."

The son of Poseidon's face fell and he gazed sadly at the river. "Oh," He said. "That means we're close, right?"

The Queen tilted her head and pointed ahead of them at a cave in the side of a mountain hidden behind some trees and vines. "He's just in there," She says quietly, like if she spoke any louder the atmosphere around them would shatter like a dream. "I try to visit him as often as I can."

Percy took a step forward, and then another, and he took a few more steps before he found himself running. He wanted to see Fenrir, to get him off of Asgard where no one but one person appreciated him. He wanted to get his grandson, because if he was serious about adopting Loki he was serious about Fenrir being his family.

"Fenrir!" Percy walked inside the cave and his heart shattered at what he saw. Fenrir was skinny and you could see almost each of his ribs. His mouth was held impossible wide, a sword between his jaws to keep it open, and his drool that was mixed with blood created the river Van that Frigga told him about. The wolf's eyes were dull and almost lifeless and Percy found himself taking half a step forward, his hand reaching out to him. "Oh, Fenrir..."

--

"Sir," Agent Hill stood in front of the Director's desk, a tablet clutched tightly in her hands. "Tony Stark is on the Hellicarrier."

Fury put down the pen he was using to aggressively scribble out someone's mission debrief because they wanted to send it in with crayon (Barton). "Is there anyone with him?"

The woman just sighed and practically shoved her tablet in his arms, "Take a look at the footage."

Nick grabbed it and wanted to groan at what he saw because Stark was pissed. While the genius wasn't wearing his armor, he had that sharp smile on his face that he used before he tore people apart verbally until they were a sobbing mess on the floor. Romanov and Barton flanked the genius' sides and both were armed heavily. Romanov was wearing her catsuit and Barton was... Barton was also wearing a catsuit. The archer looked happy to be in it, too.

Loki and Thor were behind the three mortals, the two looking confused as to why there were there. The two weren't talking, however, as they seemed to understand that Stark wasn't in a good mood at all despite the fact that the mortal hadn't lost his press smile once.

"What are we going to do?"

Fury looked up, pinching the bridge of his nose. "We-"

The Director was cut off when Coulson swept into the room with a frown on his face. He blinked at his boss. "Sir..." He paused, seeming to contemplate what he wanted to say. Finally, he decided on: "Mr. Stark is requesting an audience with you and, well..." Phil gave a bland smile, an eyebrow raising. "Good luck, Sir."

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Song: The Room Where It Happens (Hamilton)