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C127 Spider-Man
🕑 Added 2022-10-18 10:42:57 +0000 UTC-New York City-
485 West 64th Street, Alias Investigations.
In a rundown office building, where anyone can rent a meager space for their business, a black-haired woman can be seen sitting at a desk in a small office. She wore a black leather jacket, black shirt, and stylishly ripped jeans.
[Insert picture of Jessica Jones here]
An elderly woman sat across from her, crying into some tissues she conveniently had in her purse.
Between the two, on the desk, were photos of an elderly man and what appeared to be his much younger mistress. The man was naked and tied to the bed of a hotel room. Standing above him was a young woman, dressed in black latex and wielding a small whip.
The age gap between the two was immense, as the man in the photo could probably pass as this young dominatrix’s grandfather.
“How could he do this...” The elderly woman cried as she felt nothing but betrayal and disgust. “We’ve been married for 40 years, for Christ’s sake...”
This woman, like many others that Jessica Jones encounters in her daily work, became suspicious of her husband, thinking that he could be having an affair.
Not knowing how to handle it, she asked a friend and they pointed her in the direction of Alias Investigations. The small private detective agency that was created and owned by Jessica Jones.
“Well, look at the bright side.” Jessica draws her attention away from the incriminating photos. “You can divorce his sorry a*s, take his money, and spend the rest of your life as a single woman. Maybe move to a place with a beach and mingle with the local grandpas?”
Jessica’s attempt at brightening the mood seemed to have missed the mark, as her client only cried harder as she grabbed the photos and swiftly left the room, slamming the door loudly on the way out.
“Hey!” Jessica yelled as she ran to the door and ripped it open. “You forgot my money!”
Unluckily, the elevator in the hallway had already closed and the woman was on her way down to the first floor of the building.
“This old b*tch...” Jessica muttered as she prepared to rush down the stairwell to get what was owed to her.
Suddenly, just before she could leave the room, a blinding rainbow-colored light pierced through the windows behind her desk.
“Huh? What the...” she muttered as the room brightened in an instant.
*Shatter...Bang!*
Just as the light became almost blinding, something, or rather someone, crashed through the window, breaking the glass and destroying her desk on impact.
As the light died down, Jessica could see a naked man laying unconscious in the rubble that was once her desk.
“...” Jessica just stood there for a moment, without a clue of what to do or what just happened. “No, I’m not dealing with this right now.”
Leaving the sleeping nudist in her office, Jessica rushed down the stairs to get her payment before her client could get away. She would deal with her odd visitor soon enough.
‘It’s not like he’s going anywhere...’
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After Odin collapsed, Thor and Peter carefully carried his unconscious body back to the palace, where he would, hopefully, sleep peacefully this time.
Though, he certainly wouldn’t be bored this time around, as the trials and tribulations of a human Loki will definitely make for some good entertainment.
As they laid him on his bed once again, Frigga looked him over for a moment before turning to Peter and Thor.
“He’ll be alright.” She informed them, which caused Thor to let out a relieved breath. “He just needs to sleep uninterrupted this time.”
“That’s good...” Thor said as he looked at his father's powerless form.
He has never seen his Father in such a weakened state before, so this was an odd sight for him. Every child tends to think that their parents are superheroes that would live forever, so it’s always vexing when they become old and weak.
“I never get used to seeing him like this...” Frigga admits as she joins Thor in watching Odin sleep. “There’s always this fear in the back of my mind that he won’t wake.”
Although Thor was having this same feeling, he squashed it down and moved to his mother's side, hugging her with a single arm.
“Father will wake up soon enough.” He says with confidence, trying his best to comfort Frigga. “We must only wait.”
Frigga has been having a very emotional week. She only wanted her family to be together and happy, yet that seemed like a far-off dream at this point.
At least, Thor is back, but now her other son has been banished just the same.
“I should go and investigate the palace.” Thor says after a moment of silence. “Who knows what else Loki has done in my and Father's absence.”
“Oh, yes. I almost forgot.” Frigga says with a smile, as she takes Gungnir and hands it over to Thor. “The King of Asgard has returned.”
“Uhh...” Thor froze as he didn’t feel like much of a king anymore. “I don’t know if I should be King anymore...”
An awkward silence fills the room, which Peter decides to fill.
“Great leaders don’t seak power, they’re called to it by necessity.” Peter repeats a quote he remembers seeing in a novel. “There are two heirs of Asgard’s royal family, at least that I know of. You and Loki. If you aren’t King, then that would leave Loki as the only other candidate. I think we can all agree that he isn’t a viable option.”
“...” Frigga wanted to speak and defend Loki but decided to keep quiet, as her second son's latest actions were hard to overlook.
“Then Father can remain as King.” Thor argues back.
“Oh?” Peter raises a challenging eyebrow under his mask. “You mean the man that seems to go into a forced coma every once in a while? Tell me, how long until this happens again and Loki takes control of Asgard?”
Thor’s face scrunches as Peter hits him with a big helping of reality.
“Like it or not, this place needs you. Grow up and get your head out of your a*s.” Peter says harshly, hoping to get through to him.
“You’re right...” Thor mutters as he takes the spear from his mother. “Though, I’ll return Gungnir to Father once he awakens. I have Mjolnir after all.”
“Good, just don’t expect me to treat you any different.” Peter says as he pats Thor on the back. “I’m not an Asgardian citizen, so you ain’t my King.”
Thor didn’t seem to care as he laughed at Peter's words, happy that his new friend wouldn’t treat him differently.
“Make your father proud.” Frigga says as the sight of Thor holding Gungnir reminds her of a much younger Odin.
“I will...”
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After taking back his rightful place as King of Asgard, Thor started investigating all of Loki’s actions while he was away.
It didn’t take him long to find Heimdall, thawing in a cell in the dungeons of the palace, among other high-level palace members, such as ministers and royal guards, who refused to follow Loki’s orders.
While Thor was freeing these people and investigating, Peter was seated in the palace's library, reading anything that sparked his interest.
He knew, thanks to the movies of his past life, that the universe was vast and full of intelligent life, so Peter wanted to learn all that he could about the different races, planets, and empires that were out there.
Dwarves, light and dark elves, Frost Giants, Fire Demons, Titans, Kronans, Sakaarans, Chitauri, Xandarians, Krylorians, Kree, and the list goes on and on.
Sadly, this library doesn’t hold any magical knowledge, but that was okay. It still held a plethora of useful information.
The most useful being the location of a planet that Peter needed more than anything.
Morag.
At least, he hoped the location of planet Morag would be here, as there are just so many books to go through.
Looking up at the countless towering bookshelves, Peter couldn’t help but wish that he had some sort of cloning ability.
...
Staying in the library deep into the night, Peter kindly refused to attend the return feast that was held for Thor. He knew that he was close as he opened yet another book with a title related to foreign worlds.
Skimming through it, Peter finally found what he was looking for.
‘Morag is an oceanic planet located in the Andromeda Galaxy at the Eclipsing Binary Star M31V J00443799+4129236. Some inhabitants of this planet were the rodent-like Orloni and aquatic crocodile-like creatures...’ He read as a triumphant smirk appeared on his tired face. ‘Time to get my first Infinity Stone...’
A/N: 1470 words :)
