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Waking up from such a sudden and deep nap feels the same way as stopping a runaway semi going Mach Jesus. Somewhere between refreshing and cotton headed post-adrenaline rush.

Peter lifts his heavy head from the table and rests it on one hand. He swipes drying drool from his mouth with his opposite sleeve and blinks lazily. His back crackles when he stretches and he unconsciously makes some squeaky noise when he rubs his hands over his face.

His picks up the smell of oils, lubricant, char, and tangy metal before his eyes clear and sees the lab. He gets up and turns with a stumble. “Mis’er Shark?”

The sun is till up, so it hasn’t been terribly long since he fell asleep, right?

It’s almost five in the morning and Peter is staring stupidly at his phone, face up on the bed in front of him. Every time the screen blinks out from inactivity he reaches over to turn it back on and just… stares. Mr Stark’s contact photo, a cropped screenshot of him mid laugh during the drive back from Germany, grins up at him tauntingly.

Peter bites his lip. He knows logically he’s overthinking this, but he needs help — real help — and he’s pretty sure Happy wouldn’t know where to start. He glances one last time at his Spider suit, currently torn and ripped and obviously stitched back together by someone worse than an amatuer, and jabs the messenger button before he can think.

hey mr stark

He cringes at his opening message and impulsively sends another.

my suit needs a little fix. can i come over??

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It’s not five minutes before Peter’s phone buzzes with a reply.

> MISTER STARK:

Kid, it's five in the damn morning.

Do you sleep? Is that still a thing teenagers do?

The typing dots flicker in and out of existence for a moment. Then:

> MISTER STARK:

You’re lucky I was already up.

(Read: couldn’t sleep. Again. But that’s not your business.)

Suit problems, huh? Let me guess: tried to stop a runaway garbage truck again?

> MISTER STARK:

Fine. Come by. Bring the Franken-suit. We’ll put it out of its misery.

You are bringing breakfast, though. I’m not doing this on an empty stomach.

> MISTER STARK:

Also —

Next time, just call. You staring at your phone for an hour like it’s gonna grow legs and fix your problems is very on brand but not very efficient.

> MISTER STARK:

...Glad you texted, though. See you soon, Underoos.

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Peter goes a suspicious shade of Teenage Embarrassment Red™️ and nods, silently taking the cup with a inaudible ‘thank you’. He nurses the coffee while Mr Stark gets everything set up and ready for an intimate repair and inner-circuit replacement.

Peter holds what he’s told to and follows every instruction to a T, almost to the point of ridiculousness. He pouts when he can’t get away with repairing a broken electrical wire when Mr Stark turns to grab another tool or something, and snickers whenever a wire shocks either of them.

Wheather Mr Stark truly meant to include Peter for a Super Cool Mentor Teaching Moment or lull him into a sense of peace and security, the kid will probably never know. But with his hands sticking to tools his arms are rigidly holding in place and his front slumped over the table, it won’t matter. He’s breathing lightly and dead asleep in his chair looking years younger without the exhausted and stressed worry lines carved into his face.

There’s the obvious marks of recent superhero-ing peeking out from beneath his jacket sleeves, each in the end stages of healing. One wrist has leftover marks from prolonged contact with his webshooters, while the other band is still connected to his arm.

Tony may have sought out the proverbial train station for Peter Parker, but it was the kid that crashed into his life like a damn freight train on fire and apparently refused to leave any time soon.

It’s almost five in the morning and Peter is staring stupidly at his phone, face up on the bed in front of him. Every time the screen blinks out from inactivity he reaches over to turn it back on and just… stares. Mr Stark’s contact photo, a cropped screenshot of him mid laugh during the drive back from Germany, grins up at him tauntingly.

Peter bites his lip. He knows logically he’s overthinking this, but he needs help — real help — and he’s pretty sure Happy wouldn’t know where to start. He glances one last time at his Spider suit, currently torn and ripped and obviously stitched back together by someone worse than an amatuer, and jabs the messenger button before he can think.

hey mr stark

He cringes at his opening message and impulsively sends another.

my suit needs a little fix. can i come over??

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It’s not five minutes before Peter’s phone buzzes with a reply.

> MISTER STARK:

Kid, it's five in the damn morning.

Do you sleep? Is that still a thing teenagers do?

The typing dots flicker in and out of existence for a moment. Then:

> MISTER STARK:

You’re lucky I was already up.

(Read: couldn’t sleep. Again. But that’s not your business.)

Suit problems, huh? Let me guess: tried to stop a runaway garbage truck again?

> MISTER STARK:

Fine. Come by. Bring the Franken-suit. We’ll put it out of its misery.

You are bringing breakfast, though. I’m not doing this on an empty stomach.

> MISTER STARK:

Also —

Next time, just call. You staring at your phone for an hour like it’s gonna grow legs and fix your problems is very on brand but not very efficient.

> MISTER STARK:

...Glad you texted, though. See you soon, Underoos.

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Hear me out cuz some medicine doesn't work on his metabolism neither does coffe so when Tony hears about this he decides to make Peter a special coffee that actually works beacuse going to school and crime fighting is hard so you sometimes need a pick me up to get through but then relizes giving a already hyper teenager genius with enough coffee to kill a horse is a very bad idea

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Pepper being pissed at Tony cause y think that that was a good idea

Peter in the background working on 8 projects by runing to and from them allover the lab 1 being a live bomb

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do gbit ass whatd o?

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“Uh…” Peter grimaces and shrugs. To be honest he doesn’t think it’s a bad ‘shopping list’ if ever there was one. He feels pretty good about the outcome of it all, anyway. At the coffee remark Peter gives him a flat look. “Like I said, it’s been a week, Mr Stark. And I can’t just not go out there! If I’m a-a friendly neighborhood Spider-Man I have to, y’know, be there for the neighborhood. Not just playing it safe…”

“No, no! It’s- I’m totally fine, I promise! Just a bit tired, nothing to worry about.” You’re an absolute shit liar, a little voice muttered in his head. He whacked it over the head and stomped it somewhere into the far corners of his mind. He’s literally just being nice, shut up, shut up, shut up!

“I just help out the little guy. You probably know more about the-the mental stuff than I do anyway, since you’re—” Don’t just say Iron Man! “Iron Man.” Great going dingus, now he knows he’s just ‘Iron Man’ to you. RIP our friendship-ish-thing…

Peter forces himself not to melt into the floor like an idiot and instead holds Mr Stark’s gaze. “Uhm. Sh-should we start fixing my suit? I can help! If that’s okay? Do you want me to make you more coffee?”

It’s almost five in the morning and Peter is staring stupidly at his phone, face up on the bed in front of him. Every time the screen blinks out from inactivity he reaches over to turn it back on and just… stares. Mr Stark’s contact photo, a cropped screenshot of him mid laugh during the drive back from Germany, grins up at him tauntingly.

Peter bites his lip. He knows logically he’s overthinking this, but he needs help — real help — and he’s pretty sure Happy wouldn’t know where to start. He glances one last time at his Spider suit, currently torn and ripped and obviously stitched back together by someone worse than an amatuer, and jabs the messenger button before he can think.

hey mr stark

He cringes at his opening message and impulsively sends another.

my suit needs a little fix. can i come over??

@radioactiveintern

It’s not five minutes before Peter’s phone buzzes with a reply.

> MISTER STARK:

Kid, it's five in the damn morning.

Do you sleep? Is that still a thing teenagers do?

The typing dots flicker in and out of existence for a moment. Then:

> MISTER STARK:

You’re lucky I was already up.

(Read: couldn’t sleep. Again. But that’s not your business.)

Suit problems, huh? Let me guess: tried to stop a runaway garbage truck again?

> MISTER STARK:

Fine. Come by. Bring the Franken-suit. We’ll put it out of its misery.

You are bringing breakfast, though. I’m not doing this on an empty stomach.

> MISTER STARK:

Also —

Next time, just call. You staring at your phone for an hour like it’s gonna grow legs and fix your problems is very on brand but not very efficient.

> MISTER STARK:

...Glad you texted, though. See you soon, Underoos.

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Spider-Man by Chris Bachalo

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anyone else wish they would get roped into a freaky friday body swap situation just for the hope that the other person will go "oh jesus fuck how do you live like this" and instantly validate your feelings of being Strange and Built Wrong.

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Tom Holland as Peter Parker SPIDER-MAN: FAR FROM HOME (2019)

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jumping spiders and their babies

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u ever have a stress dream so crazy u wake up feelin like scrooge being given a second chance at life

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“Sorry, Mr Stark,” Peter said taking the offered food and flopping the Spider suit onto the table. “It- I’m- It’s been a bit of a week…”

At the command he plopped into a nearby chair and chomped down on the burrito like a shy puppy with a chew toy. He let his eyes wander the lab from end to end and mentally pick apart everything on Mr Stark’s desk. Planting his feet on the ground with a little stickiness, Peter forced himself to settle.

“Sorry the suit kinda looks like it’s been through a blender. I, uh, there was a shootout on Friday night, and a car crash on — I think it was Sunday or Monday? — with a bunch of teenagers! There was also this guy outside the bank on Tuesday and he, like, totally chickened out and tried to rob a pawn shop that closed down weeks ago and was basically empty, but he wouldn’t leave and kept shooting holes through the walls into the apartments next door. It was crazy, Mr Stark!”

Peter picks at the edge of the torn suit with one hand and eats with the other. When he remembers he has his own cup of coffee he shotguns whatever is left before going back to poking at the suit or wiping his mouth with his jacket sleeve.

It’s almost five in the morning and Peter is staring stupidly at his phone, face up on the bed in front of him. Every time the screen blinks out from inactivity he reaches over to turn it back on and just… stares. Mr Stark’s contact photo, a cropped screenshot of him mid laugh during the drive back from Germany, grins up at him tauntingly.

Peter bites his lip. He knows logically he’s overthinking this, but he needs help — real help — and he’s pretty sure Happy wouldn’t know where to start. He glances one last time at his Spider suit, currently torn and ripped and obviously stitched back together by someone worse than an amatuer, and jabs the messenger button before he can think.

hey mr stark

He cringes at his opening message and impulsively sends another.

my suit needs a little fix. can i come over??

@radioactiveintern

It’s not five minutes before Peter’s phone buzzes with a reply.

> MISTER STARK:

Kid, it's five in the damn morning.

Do you sleep? Is that still a thing teenagers do?

The typing dots flicker in and out of existence for a moment. Then:

> MISTER STARK:

You’re lucky I was already up.

(Read: couldn’t sleep. Again. But that’s not your business.)

Suit problems, huh? Let me guess: tried to stop a runaway garbage truck again?

> MISTER STARK:

Fine. Come by. Bring the Franken-suit. We’ll put it out of its misery.

You are bringing breakfast, though. I’m not doing this on an empty stomach.

> MISTER STARK:

Also —

Next time, just call. You staring at your phone for an hour like it’s gonna grow legs and fix your problems is very on brand but not very efficient.

> MISTER STARK:

...Glad you texted, though. See you soon, Underoos.

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“Yes, Sir-Stark-Sir! I have got to tell Ned about this!”

MK 87 : CASE STUDY TYPE-TWO BLUEPRINT GENERATION.

Rough Material Work:

Finalized Version, Improved detail and Printing:

FINAL REPORT ON ANALYSIS OF PROOFED DESIGN

IRON MAN MK 87 SUIT — TECH REPORT

STARK INDUSTRIES INTERNAL REPORT

MODEL: Iron Man Armor MK 87

Filed by: @squiglesquid , R&D Division, Stark Tower.

Authorized by: A. Stark

Date: 18.06.2025

Design Summary:

The MK 87 is a next-gen Iron Man suit optimized for high-risk, high-radiation environments and deep-space or underwater missions. It combines durable defense systems with sleek Stark aesthetics — including a distinctive starburst arc reactor at the center chestplate.

Key Features & Upgrades:

Radiation Shielding:

Reinforced layers designed to withstand gamma bursts and solar radiation.

Respiratory Unit:

Recycled O₂ mask with internal filtration tubes; compact oxygen tank built into the spine plate.

Propulsion System:

Highly boosted thrusters embedded in "big-ass boots” and palms for rapid flight and maneuverability.

Star Pattern Design:

Arc reactor redesigned for stability and symmetry — also acts as a beacon for tracking in low-visibility zones.

Armor Composition:

Titanium-vibranium weave; impact-resistant, heat-dispersive, and light enough for agile combat.

Deployment:

Modular design for rapid assembly and compatibility with satellite upgrades.

Basic Stats:

Power Output: 600% above MK 85

Flight Ceiling: Orbital capable

Weight: 220 lbs

Combat Time: 72 hrs on full charge

Armor Integrity: Class X (military grade)

Note: Test pilots report "really tanky but stylish as hell."

TAGGING ALL INTERNS AND PEOPLE THAT NEED TO GET WORKING ON THIS RESPECTIVE TO THEIR DIVISION: @sunny-the-intern @squiglesquid @oh-to-be-a-murderer @cursed-with-knowledge @of-spite-and-hatred @woodsparker-family @radioactiveintern @blackandgoldspiderwoman @lillian-the-intern @shortlikerdj @gamma-archivist @serenastark-official

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There’s a little crinkled card on his office desk with a hand drawn arc reactor on the front, the words “To: Mr Stark” scribbled around it. The only other sign someone has been in the room is a single strand of web attached to the back of his desk chair.

On the inside of the card it reads, “Happy Father’s Day, Mr Stark! You’re a great mentor and I hope you have an amazing day! I’m glad we got to meet each other.

— PBP ”

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He was sure he had atleast a 17/19 vision when he last checked but then why were his eyes now so misty? He couldn't tell.

He didn't know what weighed more. The card or the feeling behind it.

The weight he felt in his chest or the ache in his throat?

He really couldn't tell. Not as he, with shaky hands reached for a magnet, straightening the page with fingers that trembled and gently put it up.

He could only sit in silence. He didn't wonder. He prayed. Maybe this once, what he touches, won't turn to dust.

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"You asked me to bring breakfast!" Peter says, setting down his own cup and yanking off his mask.

He runs a hand through his hair and shrugs off his backpack to grab the bag of takeout. "I, uh, I got us some breakfast burritos. I didn't know what you liked so one has a little bit of everything and-and the other is more plain."

At the humorous mutter Peter's face heats up to his ears and he ducks his head, forcing out a chuckle. Nope. No, he is not going to take that seriously. Burrito time! He vaguely gestures towards the bathroom, grabbing his backpack. "I-I'm gonna-Just gonna go change. Be right back!"

It's only when the door is locked that he takes a full breath and slumps back. Everything is legitimately fine! Like, so so so so fine, and couldn't be finer!

Yeah, he's in the most amazing lab in the country with his childhood hero teasing him just outside the door, but that's totally sort of normal for him now.

Absolutely, totally, super normal. He strips and changes into the clothes he brought over, forgoing a nonexistent shirt he forgot to bring for his jacket and zipping it up. He walks out feeling a bit more relaxed.

It’s almost five in the morning and Peter is staring stupidly at his phone, face up on the bed in front of him. Every time the screen blinks out from inactivity he reaches over to turn it back on and just… stares. Mr Stark’s contact photo, a cropped screenshot of him mid laugh during the drive back from Germany, grins up at him tauntingly.

Peter bites his lip. He knows logically he’s overthinking this, but he needs help — real help — and he’s pretty sure Happy wouldn’t know where to start. He glances one last time at his Spider suit, currently torn and ripped and obviously stitched back together by someone worse than an amatuer, and jabs the messenger button before he can think.

hey mr stark

He cringes at his opening message and impulsively sends another.

my suit needs a little fix. can i come over??

@radioactiveintern

It’s not five minutes before Peter’s phone buzzes with a reply.

> MISTER STARK:

Kid, it's five in the damn morning.

Do you sleep? Is that still a thing teenagers do?

The typing dots flicker in and out of existence for a moment. Then:

> MISTER STARK:

You’re lucky I was already up.

(Read: couldn’t sleep. Again. But that’s not your business.)

Suit problems, huh? Let me guess: tried to stop a runaway garbage truck again?

> MISTER STARK:

Fine. Come by. Bring the Franken-suit. We’ll put it out of its misery.

You are bringing breakfast, though. I’m not doing this on an empty stomach.

> MISTER STARK:

Also —

Next time, just call. You staring at your phone for an hour like it’s gonna grow legs and fix your problems is very on brand but not very efficient.

> MISTER STARK:

...Glad you texted, though. See you soon, Underoos.

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girl the pattern you see is not divine or malevolent forces trying to reach you through the veil it’s just because you’re good at pattern recognition keep it moving

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Im poised to strike bro lol Watch out im poised to strike seriously

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Star Wars: The Rise of Skywalker Adaption 4 (2025)