Peter Parker is a good kid. (heyeveryone) wrote in thedisplaced, @ 2018-06-18 19:30:00 |
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Entry tags: | !log/thread, peter parker / spider-man (mcu), tony stark / iron man (mcu) |
Who: Irondad & Spider-son
What: Basically this.
When: Saturday, June 16th,
Where: The Malibu House
Warnings: References to old movies.
Status: Complete in gdocs
Saturday morning, Peter Parker was in the lab downstairs the way normal boys might be excited to play a video game, alert, barely containing his enthusiasm, having already showered and dressed for the day. He focused specifically on two different sets of webshooters, both his current set and the new prototype he was designing for the next version of the web formula he had in mind. Parker wanted to show them off to someone his own age, wanting nothing more than to get up to amusing, stupid things with the webbing that would appeal to the humor of a teenaged boy. Mostly he was excited to have friends where he could be Peter Parker and Spider-man instead of carefully hiding one activity away from the other. He was excited to see if his newest design would actually do all the things he wanted it to do, when, fiddling with the fitting on his wrist, he accidentally set off a small glob of webbing into the lab. Peter flinched before he completely realized where said glob was going to land. Tony was also in his workshop, drinking his morning coffee while JARVIS ran queries on the various tech they had acquired in Siberia. It was all still on lockdown at the fort, but he had made scans while in the suit, and was taking his time with processing the data. He was bringing his coffee cup up to his lips when a web deployed onto his face, spreading wide across his forehead, down his cheek and jaw, just narrowly missing his mouth. "I am beginning to question if this whole shared working space is a good idea." He looked over at Peter, attempting to raise his eyebrow at him, but failing due to the webbing. If the mug had been webbed to his face, this would be a much different conversation. Peter covered his mouth with both hands. At least the shooter hadn’t been in one of Mr. Stark’s crazy combat modes or that might have really hurt. Slowly lowering his hands, he began his string of awkward apologies, “I’m so sorry Mr. Stark! I’ll get that taken care of right away, sir.” Peter immediately started searching for the enzyme that would allow him to dissolve the webbing much more rapidly than the typical three hour shelflife that it had once deployed. Of course, he’d been going over his equipment and reorganized things a bit and now was unable to find the small spray bottle. “Uh, the spray is just here somewhere. Just need to find where I put it…” Tony found that he was actually rather amused by the whole thing. He finished his nearly thwarted sip of coffee and set down the mug with one hand, while using the other to inspect the web adorning his face. That webbing is what first drew Tony to Spider-Man in the first place. Well, that and the whole exhibits superhuman strength thing. After New York, he had been on the lookout for anything unusual in his city, expecting to find residual alien tech or people with their hands on it. What he found were YouTube videos of a guy in a sweatsuit swinging through the city like Tarzan, stopping cars with his bare hands. He had gotten his hands on some of it from the scene of one of Spider-Man's daring rescues, and had been thoroughly impressed by its composition. With his resources, it hadn't been too difficult to trace the source. What he hadn't expected was a kid. A kid with a brilliant mind, and an inherent benevolence that Tony enveyed. His drive to help people, to make the world a better place, and his realization of his own culpability at not using his abilities to do so, came naturally to him, whereas Tony's had been learned at a price. "By all means, take your time, Spider-Boy," he complained while Peter fumbled at his work station, feigning upset for appearance's sake. "What did you do to your formula, anyway?" Tony was still probing the webbing on his face. “Made it extra sticky,” Peter said, without looking up to see what Tony was doing. “I was kind of inspired by spiders in real life, how in their webs they can areas that are sticky and catch their prey and areas that are safe to walk on, so I thought if I could make webbing that could, depending on how it was shot, change it’s adhesive properties, it’d give me more flexibility out there when I have to use it.” Parker did not mention the ferry he’d destroyed, or how he wished his webbing was better equipped to deal with that. He didn’t think this new version was equipped to deal with what happened to the ferry, but he was getting closer to something that could help in situations where the structural integrity of a building or structure had been compromised. Buildings had a habit of falling on Parker. He wasn’t a fan. “Oh, here it is!” Peter held up the bottle of dissolving enzyme spray for Tony’s approval. Tony would have pursed his lips in that "not bad" sort of way, except that the webbing made it more effort than it was worth. He considered making a couple suggestions for how he might achieve even more tensile strength, then thought better of it. It was Peter's design. He would leave his interference at the suit unless asked. "Nice consistency, " he offered instead. When Peter held up the spray, Tony sighed theatrically. "What is this, show and tell? Get over here and get this off my face." Peter jogged over to Tony dutifully and placed one hand flat as a shield for the older man’s eye as he sprayed around his face carefully. The webbing fell away from Tony’s skin on contact and quickly dissolved on the floor. “Henry and I are going to that island to test things out. I’m just trying to get everything ready,” Peter said. "Try not to go all facehugger on your new friend," Tony replied, even of Peter would likely not understand the movie reference. He rubbed his skin where the web had been. No worse for the wear, but he could not tell if it had left a mark or not. "And try not to get eaten by the dinosaurs," he added, wondering if the island was such a good idea. “Oh, like that one really old movie?” Peter said, perking up slightly. “Yeah, we’ll be okay. We were going to do it here, I think he knows who all of us are, but like, I guess his parents are all from fairytales so it’s not a big deal for him. He’s pretty cool. He was the one that suggested that the island would have more room so I guess he’s been there before.” Tony visibly cringed. "Peter. Buddy." He put his hand on Peter's shoulder and squeezed. Hard. "Just because you're an infant doesn't make the rest of us, or our movies, elderly. So lay of the 'really old' bit." He blinked and tilt his head to the side, smiling brightly. He let go of Peter's shoulder and clapped him on the back. "You suiting up for the occasion?" Peter rubbed the back of his neck. “I mean, that movie’s from the 70s. That was like forty years ago. That’s pretty old.” Quietly, Peter did the math in his head, “I mean it’s not like you were old enough to go see it!” That was a save, right? He cleared his throat. “I mean, keeping a secret identity, it makes sense to suit up but it’s just me and Henry. It’d probably be weird if I was the only one… when we’re just hanging out…” Tony rolled his eyes and shook his head. "Just stop talking," he replied, speaking over Peter and his 'save.' He shrugged. "You said test. I wasn't sure how thoroughly." He pointed at the enzyme spray. "Better pack plenty of that, and keep it on you, in case there's a repeat performance." Tony touched his face again where the web had been. Peter squinted a little and peered at the spot on Tony’s face where the webbing had been. “Uh oh. Mr. Stark, I think you might be having a reaction.” Peter’s lips straightened into a line. “You might want to…” Tony’s ward took a few steps back, “Alright, well, I’m sure it’s nothing! I’ll just pack up my stuff and see you later.” Which Peter did, grabbing his backpack, which he had not lost once during his last few weeks of school. He was sadly a little proud of that accomplishment. "What?" Tony asked rhetorically, turning one of his holographic projection screens into a mirror so that he could inspect his face. He was vain enough to be concerned. There was nothing there, of course, not from the enzyme or the web. He scrapped the mirror with a swipe of his hand and crumpled up the holographic projection of his reflection like a piece of paper an tossed it like a basketball into a holographic hoop. "Have fun, raptor bait!" he called out after Peter. The kid was alright. |