Peter slumped in his seat, boredom gnawing at him. Mr. Ajax, their history teacher, droned on about World War II – a topic Peter already knew well thanks to Bucky and Steve’s detailed recounts. He stifled a yawn, trying to focus on the lecture.
Suddenly, a tremor shook the classroom. Peter glanced out the window and his jaw dropped. Hulk, grunting with effort, sprinted past carrying a large monitor. Iron Man, supporting a limping Clint Barton, flew alongside. War Machine followed, Natasha Romanoff perched on his armored shoulder, both agents happily devouring Pop-Tarts. Bringing up the rear, Thor thundered after them, Stormbreaker held aloft.
“I can’t believe they’re taking this outside,” Peter thought, incredulous.
Then, a vibrant green bird fluttered into the classroom, circling once before transforming mid-air into Loki, the God of Mischief.
“I’ll be taking the boy now,” Loki stated casually, his voice laced with amusement.
Mr. Ajax, despite his trembling voice, stood firm. “I won’t allow that, sir.”
Loki merely shrugged. “I do what I want.” He scooped Peter up in his arms and summoned The Falcon with a flick of his wrist. Without a second glance, Loki dropped Peter into the Falcon’s waiting grasp. He looked back at the stunned class and grinned, “Prank wars,” before reverting to a green bird and soaring away.
The classroom fell into stunned silence. The room was so quiet, you could hear The Falcon’s echoing shout, “YO TIN CAN WE GOT YOUR SON!!!!”
“Look, fireworks!” a student pointed, breaking the silence.
The class watched as a man cloaked in red emerged from the swirling vortex of what they’d begun calling ‘fireworks.’
“I will be taking this,” the man said, snatching Peter’s backpack and textbooks. With a final surge of energy, the portal slammed shut.
Silence descended once more.
“What just happened?” Cindy asked, her voice barely a whisper.