Loki & Peter
"The trying wasn't good enough," Peter admitted. In his eyes, if he'd only tried harder, then Loki wouldn't have been captured at all. But he was lucky this time around. Loki had escaped, and the consequences hadn't been permanent. And yet he was all too aware of the fact that wasn't always the case for him. Sometimes people like his uncle died; sometimes his identity got outed for the world to see. And sometimes - too often - he got into trouble way over his head.
Trying to shake that anxiety off, Peter thought back to the good they had done that day. "It was a particle generator, so something big and bad. I don't know what Hammer Industries is doing these days with the universe all jumbled up - I'll have to ask Tony." At the very least, Peter had learned his lesson in poking into those issues all on his own.
"She does, yeah. Same place still in Queens." Peter looked amused at the way Loki described apartments, and having been to Asgardia now, he could see why. "It's definitely not a palace like this." He gestured to the golden walls around them. "Maybe you could visit sometime. I told her about our art adventures - and aside you being all stab happy, she thought us saving a Van Gogh was pretty cool."