You stared from your spot at the breakfast bar, your eyebrows furrowed in confusion. It has been a total of three weeks since Tony recruited you (per your friend Peter Parkerâs recommendation) and you couldnât figure out why Loki looked so familiar.Â
The Asgardian was tall and slender, he was pale with greasy, dark hair. You took this up with Peter during patrol, he thought you were crazy. So you didnât bring it up again. Then with Tony, who said that Loki just has âone of those facesâ.Â
Your frowned deepened, eyes squinting slightly. Loki mustâve felt the two burning holes in the back of his head, as he whipped around and stared right back at you, unblinking.Â
âWhy do you keep looking at me like that?â He yelled. âYes, I know I tried to destroy New York, but-â you cut him off there.Â
Snapping your fingers, âSnape! Professor Snape!â Your gleeful smile confused the ever living fuck out of the god, who now wore a confused frown on his face.Â
âWhat?âÂ
âThatâs who you remind me of!â You stated, hopping off the stool. âProfessor Snape.âÂ
Loki was still confused, but didnât say anything else as you walked out of the common room.Â