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Tony stared at the raised hand and then looked directly at Peter's face. He had a corner market on being surrounded by haters. It was part of being amazingly confident and a prickly bastard to keep others at a very safe distance. That's why the high-five wasn't reciprocated. Yet.
"Yeah, well, here's the thing? I hate you. You hate me," was Tony's nonchalant response, like it was no big deal. They were all supposed to be on the same side anyway. And it wasn't like Star-Loaf punched Thanos in the face yet, in this alternate universe. "Ninety percent of everyone on the network? They hate me too. It happens. We're both sarcastic. Happy and I roll our eyes at each other all of the time. But he's supposed to be Pep's head of security, not my GrubHub driver. I have a current sarcastic ass personal assistant. Pay's good. Hours are shit. But she's wasted on that. She's got a poli-sci degree and needs some résumé credentials, if she ever wants to get a job at a state or federal level. Since we're giving her a promotion into human resources or legal, I need a new gopher."
A smirking Tony finally high-fived Peter's hand.
"Tag. You're it! In exchange for a paycheck and a company car, I'll help fabricate whatever you and your crew needs. I get to learn more about what makes a spaceship tick. You can get back out there to help us stop Thanos. It's a win-win situation."