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Aaaaaand it's been a while. Like a super long while!

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Honestly, I think the Bioengineering Department is the best part. Like, Myoelectric Limbs are currently the talk of the science world sure; but I don't think people really understand how amazing Mr Stark's prototypes are compared to what's readily available for prosthetic patients these days. Myoelectric limbs are lighter, stronger and more user friendly (but and there's always a but) in reality Myoelectric signals are picked up by electrodes and the signal then gets integrated. Once it exceeds a certain threshold, the prosthetic limb control signal is triggered. which is why all myoelectric controls lag, resulting in buggy, twitchy robot (and I mean this in the coolest meaning of the word!!) arms and legs. Mr Stark's product works in conjunction with advanced nanotechnology--tiny spray bots or foglets that constantly adapts to the patient and works out the kinks while the prosthetic is actively being used; so lags (if any) aren't noticed; and the best part is he made it, like, affordable for everyone and its just really, really awesome and insanely advanced and deserves more recognition... So yeah, uh rant over.

Stark Industries website homepage concept (insp)

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AU (or what I want to see in Spider-Man 3) ↳ Following the events of Far From Home, Peter seeks refuge at the Lakehouse.

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Yeah No. Money talks Mr Jameson, sir and I can't buy a sandwich with a Skee Ball token. (Believe me I've tried.)

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can you give us rare irondad facts ---and basic facts pls--- so fanfic writers can use them? pls and thank you

Hi!

Of course!

Irondad rare facts for your fanfics:

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Tony Stark met Peter Parker on May 23, 2016.

Even if Tony took Peter to Germany he strictly asked him to keep his distance and web people up. He’s always going to be overprotective in battles/missions.

Peter Parker knows about the Sokovia Accords as his school; Midtown of Science and Technology presented an entire lecture to inform students about it. 

Stark Industries celebrates important events for all kinds of tech to help the world such as Earth Day with intellicrop technology, the annual NYC Tech convention, they do displays of fireworks for events like the 4th of July.

Peter Parker is an official intern at Stark Industries.

Here are some projects Stark Industries work within the canon MCU that may help you think about projects Tony and Peter can make together. Stark Industries wants to debut low-powered miniature arc reactor tech to fuel line of hybrid vehicles, offers scholarships from urban city schools to MIT promising students

Tony picked Peter Parker to go to Germany on Thursday 23rd June and returns him the very early hours of Sunday 26th June.

Tony is a big fan of movies like Big Hero 6, Back to the Future and many others.

Peter Parker stopped a man from stealing important equipment such as boxes of Chitauri weaponry, robotic parts of Ultron, Arc Reactors, various armors from the Iron Legion, all of this all worth millions on the black market from Stark Industries and the Avengers.

Tony Stark wants Peter Parker to go to MIT. 

Two months after Civil War, May, and Peter relocated to a new apartment.

Peter’s apartment address is 15th Street, Queens, New York City, New York.

Peter attends Midtown of Science and Technology for academically gifted students and the school is considered one of the most prestigious schools for Science and Technology in the New York area.

Peter’s teacher, Mr. Harrington was a Culver University student being one of the smartest ones in the class and is friends with Bruce Banner. In case you want to write a Field Trip fanfic.

Peter Parker is his school’s most intelligent member, since Liz Toomes, former captain of the Decathlon of Midtown stated Peter was the smartest person she’s ever met and his classmates were worried about Peter dropping out of the team. Michelle Jones named Peter a ‘walking brain’. 

Peter Parker is an expert in Engineering, Science, Technology, and Physics. He’s well-versed in the multiverse theory, he’s well-read, good at math and he is his Decathlon team’s anchor on Physics. His intellect is so impressive to the point that it reminded Happy Hogan of Stark’s engineering genius.

Peter Parker’s IQ is north of 250 and Tony Stark’s IQ is estimated as 270.

The Daily Bugle exists in the MCU.

Peter speaks a little bit of Spanish and knows Italian. Tony can speak French, Spanish, Italian, Latin, and Dari.

Tony Stark is trained in unarmed combat by Phil Coulson and Happy Hogan.

Tony Stark hacked the Pentagon’s firewall on a dare when in high school, Peter Parker hacked the most secure facility on the Eastern Seaboard using a code written with a calculator while in high school.

Tony Stark’s official net worth stands on $12.4 billion.

Tony has his own flavor of Ben & Jerry’s ice cream called Stark Raving Hazelnuts.

Tony is willing to kill to protect Peter as he was willing to kill Drax in IW if Starlord did something to him.

EDITH is Tony’s way of handing control of Stark Industries’ weapons and information gathering technology to Peter.

I’ll add more later!

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Literally (Idk if this has been already posted here)

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"Oh geez, do I even want to know what Mr Stark did?" Peter bit his lip in order to suppress a sigh, though his brown hues were alight with obvious amusement. His supposed Obi-Wan figure was an infamous eccentric after all, with his genius and snark knowing no bounds. Peter's short tenure as a Stark Industries Intern was already overrun with enough visuals to prove that with Tony any scenario was a sure possibility. Hitherto the boy's bemused thoughts soon dissolved into astonishment, wide eyes fixed at the doctor's easy use of his abilities. One would think that Peter would be used to interacting with enhanced individuals and floundering over their powers, yet there was no denying the excited twitch to his fingertips.

The floating thing was really, really cool. Peter doubted that Ned was ever going to believe it! Even if Peter happened to have all of the proof ready and waiting in the format of a geeky, PowerPoint presentation. A slow smile eased back into place as Peter's hands slipped from his backpack, raggedy sneakers easing away from the door towards an open seat. "Thank you for allowing me to stay then, Doctor Stanley...I err, know there's nothing more complicated than brain chemistry, you must have your hands full most days... So I promise not to take up much of your time."

It wasn't until the boy was leaning back in his seat, his bag now balancing upon his lap that he mulled over the latter question, fiddling with a lose thread, whilst he did. In truth everyone Peter knew got their abilities due to some external force; be it advanced technology, a super-soldier serum, conditioning or over exposure to gama-radiation. Mutates definitely, Peter himself falling into the category, but never an actual Mutant. As such Peter found himself shaking his head. "No...No I don't think so. I--Wait um...does that mean that you were born with the X-gene, Sir?"

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Peter bounced back on the balls of his feet the moment his hand was released, curious brown hues drinking in the many volumes peppering the doctor’s desk, trying to gather their titles and what they might contain by peering at them hard enough. “You’re welcome Doctor Stanley. I was supposed to shadow Mr Stark whilst he worked on a few repulsor engines, but the moment we stepped passed the reception desk he was ushered into another room. Happy called it the time-out corner and told me to stay put; but it’s kinda been awhile and you can only count the tiles and stony faces so many times, you know?” Knibbling on the inside of his cheek, Peter adjusted his pack-back before returning his gaze to the other with a roll of his shoulder. “I haven’t been stopped or tazered yet, so I didn’t think taking a look around would be bad. You…uh said you were downloading information. Where from, what kind of information? I mean…Not to pry or anything, sir.” Peter was merely naturally inquisitive. He was made to know things…to solve puzzles. Right now the doctor was a new enigma. It’s not like he knew in which areas the man held his Doctrate, what it was that the man did. Or better yet, if he worked for Shield full-time and if he was a part of the Avenger initiative.

“Ah yes, I was waiting for yesterday to catch up with him,” Evan smirked, pursing his lips before walking over to the research table, walking through it to the other side. “The lobby has some grand lack of visual interest that’s for sure.” Evan’s eyes glowed as he scanned the pages, soaking up the information within. As his eyes faded back he flew up, replacing the book. “Well if you want somewhere to sit for a while I’m not easily bothered. It’s part of the job that my office is always open. As far as your latter questions. I’m learning more about the complex workings of the human brain in hopes that I can telepathically rewire intense trauma out or at least find some way to help lessen the strain of it.” He hummed, finding the correct place for the book before flying back to the ground. “Have you ever come into contact with mutants before, Mister Parker?”

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🕸️Closed Starter @universeofmuses

Orange used to be one of Peter's favourite colours. It reminded him of autumn leaves, x-fighter pilot vests and May's apricot shampoo. Now it was all-encompassing and fully taking up the boy's vision whilst he was lying on his back, dust in his mouth, his ears, his nose. A horizon of faded tangerine and reds reminding him that he was on an alien planet, another galaxy and so so far from his home. Pushing himself into a seated position, Peter had to bite the inside of his cheek to muffle a moan at his throbbing ribs, half-lidded hues trying to peer through the plumes of what he thought to be ash and cinders for a familiar face. The teen's spidey senses were dialled up to twenty, making it near impossible to get his bearings straight; jumbled, mental snippets of a purple, Space-Prune with a serious control complex urging the boy to try and shift to his knees.

He vaguely recalled doing a few amazing kicks via inter-dimensional, magic portals, before the Titan crashed his throat in a vice-grip and sent him barrelling into debree--which was a ride Peter did not recommend. Minus two stars. Now the Space-Prune was nowhere in sight and neither were Footlose, his cohorts or Mr Stark's wizard for that matter. Heck he didn't even see the blue lady. Just...what the hell happened? Did they, did they lose?

A dry cough managed to stunt Peter's spiral, wide hues snapping up in the direction of a mound of ruddy boulders, before finally settling onto the dimmed, familiar glow of a nanite compartment. The Bleeding Edge armour nanite compartment. "Oh...Oh my god..." Heaving upward, Peter quickly staggered towards his mentor's hunched form, arms flayling as he dropped back to his kneecaps. "Oh man... Mr Stark? Mr Stark? Please be okay... Are you okay, just say you're okay."

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Peter bounced back on the balls of his feet the moment his hand was released, curious brown hues drinking in the many volumes peppering the doctor's desk, trying to gather their titles and what they might contain by peering at them hard enough. "You're welcome Doctor Stanley. I was supposed to shadow Mr Stark whilst he worked on a few repulsor engines, but the moment we stepped passed the reception desk he was ushered into another room. Happy called it the time-out corner and told me to stay put; but it's kinda been awhile and you can only count the tiles and stony faces so many times, you know?" Knibbling on the inside of his cheek, Peter adjusted his pack-back before returning his gaze to the other with a roll of his shoulder. "I haven't been stopped or tazered yet, so I didn't think taking a look around would be bad. You...uh said you were downloading information. Where from, what kind of information? I mean...Not to pry or anything, sir." Peter was merely naturally inquisitive. He was made to know things...to solve puzzles. Right now the doctor was a new enigma. It's not like he knew in which areas the man held his Doctrate, what it was that the man did. Or better yet, if he worked for Shield full-time and if he was a part of the Avenger initiative.

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An awed, little smile pulled at the corners of the boy’s mouth, before he quickly made his way forward to latch onto the hand that was proffered to him, shaking it twice. “It’s really nice to meet you as well, Doctor Stanley. Again I’m really sorry for just wandering into your office like this…I guess this is your office, right? I mean, you’re a doctor and the space looks academic, at least more so than the other plain, white rooms I’ve passed; Shield could take some pro-tips from Miss Potts in the decor department…” Peter trailed off lamely, pressing his lips together in a sure attempt to halt the word vomit that seemed to burst from him whenever he was lucky enough to meet someone awesome or new–Like were all Doctors wizards these days, how was Peter supposed to try and keep it cool? Plus there was also the small revelation that people knew of and talked about his tinkering, something Peter never really thought was all that special.

“Oh uh..Not… Not your office though Doctor…It’s…Nice.”

Evan smiled warmly and shook his head. It’s really no trouble. Today is more of a boring day of information download for me so the intrusion is quite welcome.” He smiled again and shook Peter’s hand. “Well, this is all custom actually. Miss Potts has far more important things to do than oversee the cosmetic aspects of her business. I just find it hard to focus…” His eyes go vacant for a minute. Flashes of white pristine rooms. Crackling electricity. Cries for help. “…with all that white clinical ‘clean’ look. Dark wood and the smell of old books is my more preferred setting. Thank you for the compliment though.” Evan smiled and paused a moment. “Now, what brought you to wandering the halls? I mean Tony has been known to do that when he’s working things out. He’s literally stood on my research table or crawled all over my sofas when he was trying to work on a new creation.”

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An awed, little smile pulled at the corners of the boy's mouth, before he quickly made his way forward to latch onto the hand that was proffered to him, shaking it twice. "It's really nice to meet you as well, Doctor Stanley. Again I'm really sorry for just wandering into your office like this...I guess this is your office, right? I mean, you're a doctor and the space looks academic, at least more so than the other plain, white rooms I've passed; Shield could take some pro-tips from Miss Potts in the decor department..." Peter trailed off lamely, pressing his lips together in a sure attempt to halt the word vomit that seemed to burst from him whenever he was lucky enough to meet someone awesome or new--Like were all Doctors wizards these days, how was Peter supposed to try and keep it cool? Plus there was also the small revelation that people knew of and talked about his tinkering, something Peter never really thought was all that special.

"Oh uh..Not... Not your office though Doctor...It's...Nice."

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The teen startled at the voice on his right, his sixth sense nothing but a lazy hum in the back of his skull, whilst blunt nails dipped into the straps of his backpack. “Uh..I–” Brown hues swept up the rows of well-worn spines before they settled upon the ladder and its occupant, brows creasing into a sheepish expression. “–Just… Sorry. I didn’t think there would be anyone in here, I just noticed the books. I’m Peter. Peter Parker.” Then as if finally processing the other’s words, the teen cocked his head to the side, fingers easing on their grip about his bag.

“Who said I was a Wunderkind… Did Mr Stark say that?”

Evan scanned Peter’s basic surface-level thoughts a moment to sense out if he was being honest and smiled, hopping off the ladder and slowly floating down to his research table where several books were opened in neat rows save for one spot that the book he was searching for filled. “Mister Parker…A pleasure to finally meet you.” He nodded, walking over to him and holding his hand out. “Evan Stanley. Doctor Stanley in most official capacities. As far as the terms used to refer to you. Mister Stark has said it once or twice but that’s the term most of us have heard of you by. Tech-savvy and all at such a young age. It’s miraculous.”

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Christmas Prompt Ask: Mistletoe 🌿 @melodyofmuses

A deep sigh seeped from the boy's form as he weaved his way between the dancing bodies, head ducked in an attempt to hide from the deep, bass beats assaulting his eardrums. He cocked his chin at a drunked shoulder pat from a passers-by huddled in a MIT shirt, before Peter finally pushed against the dubble doors leading away from the party and into the hallway, eyes scrunched in both relief at finding it blessedly deserted; as well as due to the rapid change in lighting (cue stupid dialled senses).

Peter paused to rub at his lids, sneakers scuffing against linoleum while wondering for the umpteenth time why he allowed Ned to "Oh please Pete, it will be lit!" him into crashing some Senior students' X-mas Keg Fest, instead of just heading straight to May's for the short, winter break. A House Hunters International marathon and banana date bread was definitely more his thing, though he'd rather die than admit it out loud. The teen was quickly pulled from his revery by a subtle cough to his left; blinking, brown hues locking onto blue. "G-Gwen? But I...I thought you were spending the holidays with your dad! What..What are you doing here?"

Peter inched forward, lips quirking upward at the sight of her reddened nose and flushed cheeks. "Did you miss your bus? So uncool Stacy...Plus you're practically under-dressed...Just sayin' this is the Bay State." As he went Peter wriggled out of his sweatshirt, dragging the navy material over her blonde head the moment his soles screeched to a halt, effectively muffling any and all huffs of protest.

Once her familiar blue pools were visible again Peter found that they weren't fixed on him, but somewhere over his mop of messy curls, causing the boy's brows to crinkle in question, afore his gaze lifted to join her own. As the small bundle of mistletoe came into view, Peter's lips parted in surprise, whilst the tips of his ears quickly generated enough heat to melt the polar ice caps. A hefty silence then followed, stunted only by the muddled laughs and cheers seeping from underneath the door, before Peter finally shifted and stuttered. "I uh... I heard that it's super bad luck to ignore Christmas traditions...Like not the 'break a mirror seven years of misfortune' kind... But the um...bad luck forever and ever kind. "

Peter's gaze flittered down from the bough of red berries to peer at Gwen, fingers twitching in their hold on his sweatshirt still pooled about the girl's neck and shoulders. "They're called witches' brooms you know...and since we've got exams coming up... I don't think I...we...can really afford the forever and ever kind, mingled with Parker brand luck, I won't ever get to leave the dorm without space rocks raining down on my head. They'd rain on you by proxy. It'll be bad." The boy's expression turned sheepish, the red from his ears spreading down toward his jawline and neck, whilst he tightened his hold on his sweatshirt in an attempt to pull the girl a little closer. Peter hesitated for but a split second longer, brown hues scouring every inch of the blonde's face for signs of distress or disapproval, before he slowly pitched forward, pressing his lips to her own. The kiss was short, yet sweet, Peter’s lips hitching up against Gwen's own in another sheepish grin, before he breathed out a small, muffled laugh.

"So...I uh...I saved us, right? From the bad Christmas ghosts and the space rocks?"

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🎄 for our muses to decorate the christmas tree together and 🌿 for our muses to be caught under mistletoe . -from Gwen

🎄--A bemused snort echoed about the small apartment as Peter watched the blond stretch to reach the higher branches, teeth pressing into the softness of his cheeks to stop the dorky grin from inching further into place, before he finally took it upon himself to sweep May's latest knitting project to the side to free up the foot-stool for a more important purpose, saving Gwen from tripping over her socked toes and taking their already wonky tree down with her. "Man...two inches really makes a difference, huh." The boy nudges her side, while taking a bite of a cookie, barely hiding a grimace at the rock-hard texture. "It looks like you're giving out bear hugs... Want me to leave the room, Gwenny, give you and Mr Branches some time alone?"

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The teen startled at the voice on his right, his sixth sense nothing but a lazy hum in the back of his skull, whilst blunt nails dipped into the straps of his backpack. "Uh..I--" Brown hues swept up the rows of well-worn spines before they settled upon the ladder and its occupant, brows creasing into a sheepish expression. "--Just... Sorry. I didn't think there would be anyone in here, I just noticed the books. I'm Peter. Peter Parker." Then as if finally processing the other's words, the teen cocked his head to the side, fingers easing on their grip about his bag.

"Who said I was a Wunderkind... Did Mr Stark say that?"

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Evan turned, holding on to the ladder attached to the wall of his office library. “Oh…you’re Mister Stark’s Wunderkind, right? You still finding your way around this place or does someone actually have something for me to do?”

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Get To Know ↬ Peter Parker a.k.a. Spider-Man

                                                          “I’m just a friendly neighborhood Spider-Man.”

(based on this)