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Who: Tony Stark, Peter Parker
What: Peter gets his Iron Spider Suit.
When: after these texts.
Rating: Green

Tony was telecommuting to work from the balcony of the penthouse on Park Avenue, telling Friday what still needed tested, and having a drone drop off the weapons bag and scanner within. The Spider suit was waiting, still in its capsule after flying there from the upstate Avengers headquarters. All that was missing was young Mr. Parker to pick things up.

He was absolutely not planning out his latest attempt at barbequing for Pepper, as part of an ongoing effort to convince her he could cook. Even though he was hovering next to an outdoor grill with a gauntleted arm and hand aimed at an yet uncooked steak.

"Yeah, I got this," Tony said with a nod, utterly confident.

A beam of red landed on the steak and it instantly began to sizzle. Not more than ten seconds later, there was a charred hole burned right through it.

"Ok, well that part's cooked," he said under his breath, even if it was now also missing entirely. "Whatever."

Peter’s fancy suit that he’d been given (and that had been destroyed when he was shot in the side) might have been out of action but he still had some of the things he’d worn beforehand. Whilst he didn’t need to shut out the world as much as he had done before - because learning to control his senses was difficult but necessary and if he could do it at school there was no reason why he couldn’t do it elsewhere - he still wanted to protect his identity. But as he swung up to a nearby building and then landed relatively gracefully, attached by his hands before sliding down to land on the patio to see a smouldering chunk of meat that looked like it had been blasted to bits, he had been sort of hungry.

He kind of wasn’t anymore.

He put the bag down from where he’d been carrying it over his shoulder and pushed his hood back. He hadn’t had a mask on, but honestly at this point in time people were too busy to notice a kid with a big bag walking through the city. And he had been really careful to climb and swing higher than he normally did. Skimming the tops of cars was only appealing when people couldn’t see his face. It was less appealing now that May knew who he was and fretted every time she saw something in the news that might have involved him.

“What did the steak do to you, Mr Stark?” he asked, hair askew from being under his hood. “‘Cause that’s overkill.”

Tony reached out with the gauntlet and flicked the steak so it was less conspicuous on the back of the grill, before turning around.

"That's not overkill. It's swiss steak. That's a thing. That I created. Like the cheese with holes, but meatier."

That made perfect sense to him, so it should make perfect sense to everyone else. It also helped him save face, so he didn't have to explain about proving Pepper wrong with his 'pro' BBQ skills.

He cast a scrutinous look at Peter, checking him over for signs of scuffs, scrapes, burns, cuts, or bullet holes. Finding none, he let his shoulders visibly slump as he relaxed, at least as much as he would ever allow himself to. There were still too many things on his mind, so he couldn't truly allow his guard to drop. And looking at the kid gave him an uneasy feeling that he couldn't ignore.

"So. Enjoying your summer vacay? Tracking down high-tech HYDRA weapons sounds like fun." He pointed over to a long stone table nearby, patting a hand on Peter's shoulder and grinning. Sure he worried, but the new suit was going to take care of a lot of safety concerns. "I mean, it's necessary fun. I got your bag and scanner over here. C'mon over, and show me what you snagged, 'kay?"

Near the head of that table was a capsule that looked like a cross between a high tech rocket and a rounded coffin. True to Tony Stark form, it was a shiny hot rod red in color.

Peter shot Tony a look that, if he was the type to swear, would have a hundred percent been him calling bullshit. As it was, it was more of a disbelieving sort of ‘really, Mr Stark?’ because Peter wasn’t one for swearing. “If this was a video game you’d have got some kind of overkill achievement,” he said with a small grin.

He nudged the bag on the floor with his foot. “I grabbed some of the bits- I mean, it’s mostly the cartridges… y’know, the bits that are actually dangerous. Because that’s the stuff that might eat through May’s ceiling and I really didn’t wanna have to explain to her why bright blue bullets had fallen onto the kitchen table.”

He approached the table, excited for the new gadget but distracted by the capsule. It looked - like most of the things that Mr Stark had - like something out of a video game. Like a loot crate or something from Destiny.

Picking the bag up again, he approached and put it down on the table. The contents, when opened, glowed a pale blue colour. Also like something out of a video game.

“When I’m not out doing, y’know,” he waved his hand and dropped his voice, “secret Avenger stuff, I’m hanging with Ned. And also testing a new web compound. Harder to do when I don’t have access to my school’s chemistry lab, though.”

Tony didn't play video games anymore, although he would have loved Destiny, or the thought of earning an overkill achievement. Since his life turned into a high-speed first person shooter game, he was saving gaming for when he was well into retirement and had an itch to scratch.

If they even lived that long. He was trying to be his usual stupidly optimistic self on that front. More so when he had a teenager standing there, probably questioning his cooking skills as much as his future wife did.

The look Tony gave Peter was along the lines of 'yes, really' before his attention was on all of the glow from the bag. He was glad that the new bag he was giving the kid was shielded and watertight, and could double as bomb disposal on the go. His eyes were skimming over the sheer amount of cartridges and bullets and components, which was enough to give the Avengers and SHIELD a collective migraine.

"You're in luck. The Stark Internship can include lab access, starting....yesterday. You can bring Ned. It's ok to show off to your buddies sometimes." There was a sudden smirk on Tony's face as he patted a hand on Peter's back. The scanner and the bag could wait. "You've outdone yourself getting this crap off the streets. And you're gonna need that webbing for this bad boy."

He used the hand on Peter's back to guide him toward the capsule marked Item 17A, only removing it to tap a finger on his wristwatch. The capsule let out out a soft hiss as it opened up, revealing a Spider-man suit that looked to be made of the same shiny metal that Tony used for his own suits. In truth it was much more malleable, and flexible, made of same nanites as Tony's new suits, and could assemble itself around Peter in seconds.

"Neural interface," he quickly explained as though barreling through a weather report, "reacts with a thought. Nanite tech so mask on or mask off is optional. There's a few other little bells and whistles. Bad news is if we ever end up on another planet? No Karen, because no satellite uplink. Bummer, I know. But she's loaded in there now...and it's all yours. You earned it."

“Nanites?” Peter asked, eyes wide as he approached the suit. It hissed open like something out of a science-fiction movie. The only thing it had been missing was a sort of liquid nitrogen smoke and loud, heavy orchestral and choral music, coupled with some heavy spotlighting to really give it that dramatic flair.

Tilting his head, he reached out to poke it, half expecting it to ripple under his fingers, but it didn’t, it just stayed there. “How does- I mean, is it like a Green Lantern thing where I’m gonna have to wear a ring?”

Turning to look back at Mr Stark, eyes alight with excitement, he did venture, “Did you remove the Instant Kill? Karen’s a little trigger happy with that thing.”

The dramatic flair package wasn't included, because that's what that botched press conference was for. The case was only there because he remotely called it to him from the upstate headquarters. It was meant to get to the suit to Peter ASAP. A plan that worked.

"Yup, nanites," Tony confirmed, trying not to grin at Peter's reaction. It must be what people felt like, watching kids open presents on Christmas morning or at a birthday party. "I modified instant kill. Turned that dial down to about a three, instead of up to eleven. Karen's not going to suggest it unless it's a last ditch save-a-life thing. There's also a housing thing, like my watch. I don't expect you go get surgically augmented, like I did. I wanted the heavy weaponry, so...."

Tony trailed off with a shrug. The pause didn't last long.

"You should try it on," he suggested. "I got your biorhythms so it's keyed to you. Touch the spider there to open up that bad boy, and take it home with you. Have fun! Don't freak out your aunt with it."

Peter didn’t really want an instant kill mode at all but he couldn’t complain too much; this new suit looked awesome.