A/N: Sorry this is late! My sister's computer died so I had to recruit my lil bro to beta this, and he took a while to get back to me, cuz he's in school, too. But here we are, at last, the final chapter! I had a lot of fun writing it, so I hope you all have just as much fun reading it!

To ThatOneGuest: Oh no! You've discovered my benevolent plan! Muahahahaha! Read on and enjoy ;)

To Time-machine pug: Thanks! I'm glad you liked it! That's a pretty good idea… I'll see what I can do!

Peter slumped, exhausted, in the plush chair, and sighed gratefully. Panther dude had turned out to be T'Challa, the king of Wakanda, and had invited them all back to his palace for 'refreshments', which apparently meant a feast big enough to feed the Hulk for a week. Although, there were quite a few starving superheroes in the room, so it probably would all be eaten.

Peter had scarfed down half the food on his huge plate before slowing down and actually tasting it. Whatever it was, it was delicious. He hadn't recognized any of the dishes, so he'd just taken a little of everything that smelled good, and all of it smelled good.

Wakanda had the best food on the planet, he decided.

The rest of the universe's defenders, for the most part, were also seated in the comfy chairs around the long table. The blue lady wasn't sitting; she stood against the wall, eating her food quickly and looking like she'd rather be anywhere else. The tree was sitting, but he didn't have any food, and he couldn't seem to take his eyes off of the old Nintendo he was playing. Peter wondered if he ate food at all. Maybe he just soaked up sunlight?

He was in between Colonel Rhodes and Mr. Stark, who'd pulled him away from Loki on their way over to the palace. He knew Mr. Stark was just trying to protect him, so he didn't say anything.

Aunt May had called him via Karen, and he'd cried a little, tears soaking into his mask, because he was so happy to hear her voice, and he'd told her the whole story, and then she'd cried, and promised to bake Loki all the walnut loaves he wanted. He talked to her the whole way back to the palace, and then she'd finally made him hang up when he moaned as he smelled the glorious feast waiting for them, and he admitted he hadn't eaten anything since before the battle.

Nobody seemed to be up to much talking. Everybody looked as tired as Peter felt. He was still eating; even though his stomach felt full, his body was demanding more. He brought another forkful of whatever heavenly thing Wakanda had invented to his mouth lethargically.

He chewed and swallowed slowly, and unsuccessfully tried to stifle a yawn behind his half-rolled up mask. The chair was so comfy, he could probably just drift right off…

"There is one matter we have not discussed," T'Challa announced from the head of the table, dragging Peter from his food coma. "What will be done with the Stones?"

The whole table looked at Loki, seated next to Thor at the other end, casually inspecting the gauntlet's fingernails.

"I don't mind if we destroy them all," Starlord said, raising his hand like he was in a classroom. A floodgate of comments was opened, everyone giving their different opinions: keep that one, or those two, split them up, destroy this one or that one. They all talked over one another, and it started to give Peter a headache.

Loki cleared his throat, and it was like a gunshot.

"If I may," he said smoothly, "since I am the one wearing the gauntlet, I'll decide."

Hawkeye scoffed. "Yeah right. We can't trust you."

Peter felt a righteous burn of anger, but Loki had everything well in hand.

"I could have just left with the Stones without fixing the universe," he drawled. "Or I could have enslaved all of you. I could even leave right now, with all the Stones, and none of you could stop me."

Thor shifted, and Loki sighed.

"Oh, very well, brother, perhaps you could, but you wouldn't."

The smile that burst across Thor's face wasn't really fitting to the situation, but Peter was pretty sure all Thor had heard was Loki calling him his brother.

"Excellent," Loki continued, plucking the Time Stone from the gauntlet easily. "Strange," he said, flicking it over to the sorcerer, who performed a complicated, wavy hand motion in front of his necklace. It whirled open, little metal layers folding aside, and the Stone settled gently in between them.

"Woah, so cool," Peter couldn't help whispering.

"And these, I think, have done enough damage," Loki floated the Mind and Soul Stones to hover over the middle of the table. He glanced at the Scarlet Witch and inclined his head. Her answering smile was savage. She raised her hands, and the Stones lit up with her red magic, glowing brighter as she poured more into them.

After a moment, Loki's green seidr joined it, the red and green flitting around each other. The light suddenly got really intense, and Peter had to squint to see the Stones. Just before they exploded, Dr. Strange flicked a glowing net of weird squiggly symbols around them, and the yellow and orange energy from the Stones billowed against it harmlessly. The broken, dead shards of the Stones fell to the table.

It felt like the room let out a collective breath, Peter included. He was happy that the Soul Stone, in particular, was gone. Seeing it destroyed had cleared away the last paranoid thoughts that maybe he was really still in there, and this was all an elaborate illusion he was hallucinating.

"And the others?" T'Challa asked, sitting forward, and folding his hands on the table.

Loki just gave him a quick smile.

"I have need of them," he said, slouching back in his chair.

"Look, Reindeer Games," said Mr. Stark, finally speaking up. "We can't just let you leave with three Stones."

Peter watched silently, waiting for Loki's move. He could have told them there was no use trying to get Loki to cooperate with anything he hadn't planned himself (even though it was literally all of his favorite superheroes sitting at one table), and besides, Loki looked like he had a plan.

"You can't?" Loki smirked, and then he vanished.

Several people shouted in outrage, and Thor waved his hand through the previously occupied space fruitlessly. In the general uproar, nobody was paying attention to Peter's quiet laughter, or the faint whisper heard only by him.

"See you around, little Spider."

3 months later

Peter was in his room with Ned and MJ when he felt it. The building was vibrating. It was subtle, and his friends didn't notice, but he frowned, with a glance out his open window, and wondered if he should go check it out. He was wearing his suit under his clothes already...

Before he could decide, it got stronger.

"Do you feel that?" MJ asked.

"Yeah," Ned shot a nervous glance at him. Peter looked back, just as nervous, because he didn't know what to do. MJ didn't know-

"Aren't you going to go check it out, Spiderman?"

Peter and Ned stared at her, mouths agape.

"What? I'm observant," she shrugged. "And neither of you are very subtle."

Peter thought he should probably be offended, but he was actually more impressed.

"Oh man," Ned was saying enthusiastically, "we need to have a name now. We're a team, we should have a name, like Team Spidey! No, no-Spidey Squad!"

"I refuse to be a part of anything with 'squad' in its title," MJ said dryly. Peter clapped Ned on the back.

"Keep working on it, Ned."

He abruptly realized the shaking had stopped. MJ was looking at him expectantly.

"I don't know, my Spidey sense isn't- ," he cut himself off as his super-hearing heard something from the roof.

"Who're we picking up?" It was a woman.

"A friend," said a smooth, very familiar voice.

Peter turned to his friends with a grin.

"Wanna meet the god of mischief?"

Ned and MJ took literally zero convincing to go on the roof with him. They very willingly followed him out his window and up the fire escape. He pretty much sprinted up the steps himself in his eagerness, and, sure enough, there was the Commodore, parked on his roof.

"Loki!" Peter cried, spotting him standing with two people that he didn't recognize. One girl was engrossed in scribbling something on a notepad, and the other was wearing a distinctive red beanie.

"Little Spider," Loki smiled, and beanie-girl gasped.

"No way," she said excitedly. "Your friend is Spiderman? Awesome!"

"Hi," said Peter, deciding that if they were with Loki they could probably be trusted. "I'm Peter. Sometimes I crawl on ceilings and swing from skyscrapers."

He heard Ned and MJ clambering up from the fire escape behind him.

"And these are your friends? Your… web support?" Beanie-girl asked with a wink.

"Huh," said MJ, coming up beside him. "Actually, that's not bad."

"Web Support," Ned gasped. He was still trying to catch his breath from the climb, but it was very clear he liked the name.

"Hi, I'm Darcy," said beanie-girl with a cheerful wave. "And this is Jane-," she nudged the lady next to her, "-say hi Jane."

"Huh? Oh, hello," Jane said, and promptly went back to scribbling. Something about her was nagging at Peter's brain, but he couldn't think what.

Loki was frowning at his friends, and Peter hoped it hadn't been a bad idea to bring them up here.

"Hi, I'm Ned," said Ned, grinning like it was the best day of his life.

"MJ," said MJ, and then she glanced at Loki. "And you are?"

"Loki, Prince of Asgard and Jotunheim, god of mischief and lies," Loki said, sounding almost bored, but with something else in his tone, like he was throwing down an ultimatum.

MJ met Loki's challenging gaze with her own impassive stare. Peter had no clue what MJ was playing at, but the suspense was seriously going to kill him. It was like in the new Star Wars movie when Rey and Kylo battled with just the Force. Peter expected the invisible line between their eyes to spontaneously combust at any moment.

Even Jane had sensed the tension, forcing her attention from her scribbles.

Loki finally broke it off, sliding his eyes over to meet Peter's.

"Your friends can come, too," he announced.

"Uh, sorry, Loki, sir," Ned said, awkwardly. "Where are we going?"

Jane's head whipped up, and she looked at them incredulously.

"New Asgard, of course!"

If it wasn't obvious, there's gonna be a sequel! It's called 'The Intergalactic Adventures of Spiderman (and an Increasingly Irritated God of Mischief)'. So far you guys have suggested a lot of awesome ideas for adventures Loki and Peter will be going on-thank you all so much! The first chapter is already posted, so you can go to my profile and follow it!

Again, thank you all soooooo much for reading! :)