The Avengers knew Peter Parker as Tony Stark’s bright intern, a genuinely sweet kid from Queens. He quickly became a beloved member of their unconventional family. Movie nights on Fridays were a highlight, and dinner with Peter was always filled with warmth and kindness. Even Bucky, initially wary, found himself trusting Peter implicitly, treated like anyone else. Loki, usually guarded, recognized Peter’s pure heart and unwavering trust.
Peter never judged Loki for his past, never showed fear, even offering a hug – a testament to his inherent goodness. It’s no surprise, then, that this remarkable young man would one day find himself deemed worthy. But the Avengers? They were utterly unprepared for the moment Peter Parker lifted Mjolnir.
Let’s rewind to that fateful Friday afternoon and see how it all unfolded.
School had finally ended, and Peter couldn’t wait to escape the academic grind. Today was actually a win; he’d aced his AP Physics test, navigated a surprise history quiz, managed to eat a decent lunch, and Flash Thompson, his usual tormentor, was absent. Climbing into the back of Happy Hogan’s familiar black car, Peter excitedly recounted the highlights of his day, his words tumbling out in a rush.
“—and then, get this, Jimmy totally drop-kicked the dinner lady!” Peter concluded his story just as they arrived at Stark Tower.
“Uh, that’s… great, kid,” Happy mumbled, unsure how to react to the bizarre schoolyard tale.
“Wow, we’re here already? Thanks, Happy! Have a good day!” Peter chirped, leaping out of the car and heading into the tower.
He greeted everyone he passed in the lobby with genuine enthusiasm. “Hey Kyle!” he called to one of the security personnel. “Hey Pete!” Kyle responded. “Alice, is that a new haircut? It looks fantastic!” Peter complimented a woman at reception. “Aww, thanks, Pete!” she beamed back. “Ooh! New nails, Ella! They’re awesome!” he exclaimed to another staff member. All this before he even reached the elevators. Peter Parker had a knack for brightening everyone’s day, a small ray of sunshine in the bustling tower.
Finally reaching the elevator, Friday, the AI, whisked him directly to Tony Stark’s lab. Stepping out, Peter bounded towards Tony, who was engrossed in work on a new suit. “Hey Mr. Stark!” Peter greeted, beaming at his mentor—his father figure, really.
“Hiya, Bambino!” Tony replied, mirroring Peter’s wide smile. Peter launched into a detailed account of his day, sharing every funny and slightly absurd detail. Tony listened intently, occasionally interjecting with questions, genuinely interested in Peter’s teenage life.
“Wait, so Jimmy actually drop-kicked the lunch lady?” Tony asked, still chuckling as they worked side-by-side on the suit.
“Yeah, and the lunch lady was like, ‘Oh, it’s on!’ Then they had a full-on brawl in the parking lot. Guess who won?” Peter asked, a mischievous glint in his eyes.
“Has to be Jimmy, right? He sounds like a menace,” Tony guessed. Peter burst out laughing, shaking his head. “Nope! Lunch lady all the way! She belly-flopped him, and he was out cold!” Peter exclaimed, and Tony joined in his laughter, the sound echoing in the lab.
Suddenly, FRIDAY’s voice cut through their amusement. “Sir, the author seems to be struggling to organically move you to the living room. Please pretend you desire to relocate to the living room for narrative convenience.”
Tony, ever the showman, played along. “Right then, Bambino, living room time! Let’s go see what the others are up to,” Tony announced to Peter. They headed to the elevator and ascended a couple of floors.
The elevator doors opened with a soft ‘bing’ and they stepped out into the communal living area. Peter was mid-story, now recounting the hilarious incident involving his teacher, Mr. Renob, and the unfortunate palindrome of his name.
“Oh, hey guys! We were just discussing Mr. Boner,” Tony announced with a wheeze of laughter, earning confused stares from the assembled Avengers.
“I’m gonna raid your fridge,” Peter declared, heading towards the kitchen before anyone could warn him. He was blissfully unaware of the Asgardian obstacle currently preventing access to the refrigerator’s contents.
Peter’s brow furrowed as he saw Thor’s hammer, Mjolnir, resting on the counter, seemingly blocking the fridge door. He’d heard stories about its weight, but a thought flickered in his mind. I’m stronger than Thor, probably. I could probably lift that. Curiosity piqued, he reached out, grasped the hammer’s handle, and gave it a tug. To his surprise, it lifted effortlessly. It felt… surprisingly light.
“Hey guys!” Peter called out, holding the hammer aloft. The Avengers, still chuckling about “Mr. Boner,” snickered, assuming Peter was struggling with the fridge or making a joke.
“Yeah?” Clint Barton shouted back, trying to stifle his laughter.
Peter, now holding Mjolnir in one hand and string cheese in the other he’d managed to grab from the fridge, walked back into the living room. “Is this thing like… a replica? Why is it so light?” he asked, holding up the hammer.
The laughter in the room died instantly. Jaws dropped. Eyes widened in disbelief. The Avengers stared, speechless, at Peter Parker casually wielding Thor’s hammer.
Then, Thor erupted in a booming laugh, a wide, joyous grin spreading across his face. “HA! THE SON OF STARK IS WORTHY!” he roared, ecstatic. Peter, utterly bewildered, simply tilted his head like a confused puppy. “Huh?” was his eloquent response.
Tony, however, puffed out his chest with pride. “Yes! My kid is worthy! Beat that, you little… uh… folks!” Tony exclaimed, beaming at the stunned faces of his teammates.
Steve Rogers, ever the grounding force, voiced the collective confusion. “I- I don’t even know what to make of the world anymore. First, a purple alien tries to wipe out half of everything, then… well, you know. And now this?” Steve trailed off, shaking his head in bewildered amusement. Everyone else just nodded, still processing the unbelievable sight of Peter Parker, the intern, holding Mjolnir. The world, indeed, had become a very strange place.
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