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C314 Spider-Man
🕑 Added 2023-04-16 12:41:05 +0000 UTCWhile Peter was getting back into the swing of going to school once again, Dr. Banner was locked inside his lab, working on fixing himself as usual.
‘I shouldn’t stop my research just because he might have a fix...’ He thought as he read through his most recent research data.
Ever since he was recruited as a scientist for the Avengers, Banner has spent the large majority of his time trying to cure himself of the Hulk.
But sadly, no matter what he did or which branch of science he turned to, Banner always ran headfirst into an unbreakable and insurmountable wall.
In fact, before Peter came to him with his offer, Banner was very close to giving up and asking the Council if they would buy a small secluded island somewhere for him to retire.
After all, he was already risking a lot by living in a densely populated city like New York.
‘The longer that I live here, the more likely the chance is that I’ll turn and people will die...’ Banner thought even now.
“Hey, you alive in there?” A familiar voice spoke over the speakers in the lab.
“?” Banner turned and found the image of a very excited Tony Stark on his monitor. “Yeah, what do you want?”
“Oh, don’t be like that, big guy.” Tony whined at his harsh greeting. “I have something cool to show you.”
“And? Why are you calling me? Isn’t this something that you would usually call your buddy Spider-Man for?” Banner asked in annoyance.
Usually, he wouldn’t be this crabby toward Tony, but ever since his meeting with Peter, Banner has felt on edge for some unknown reason.
Of course, Tony has thick skin so he wouldn’t let a bit of grouchiness ruin his fun.
“Well, he’s a bit busy right now.” Tony shrugged as Peter started attending school again.
“So you came to me...” Banner surmised. ‘Second pick isn’t so bad, right?’
“Well, not exactly.” Tony smiles awkwardly. “First, I called Web-Head. Then Pepper, Rhodes, Fury, Steve, Peggy, Beast...”
While Tony was recounting all of the other people he thought to call before him, Banner could feel his anger rising alongside his blood pressure.
‘I'm at peace... My intentions are good and my heart is pure... Anger is like hot coal...’ Banner repeated Buddhist quotes in hopes to calm himself.
“So you’re like the 10th person, I think?” Tony said as he help up all of his fingers.
“Okay, go call the 11th because I’m busy.” Banner says as he taps a button, which immediately ended the call.
But just as he got his anger under control, Tony appeared on his screen again.
“Come on... Don’t be like that...” He whined in the most annoying tone possible. “Just come over to my workshop and check this out. Or I can keep bothering you...”
Tony knew how to get what he wanted.
“Fine, just go away. I’ll be there in half an hour.” Banner sighs as he ends the call again without looking at the monitor.
After all, he could already picture Tony’s infuriating smirk without needing to actually see it.
-Half an Hour Later- (A/N: Insert Sponge Bob Meme here)
“Alright, I’m here. What do you want?” Banner asks as he begrudgingly enters Tony’s workshop.
“Come and take a look at this.” Tony couldn’t keep the smirk off of his face as he waved Banner over.
In the middle of the room, stood a tall object with a tarp draped over it, hiding it for from sight.
“What is it?” Banner asked in interest. “Did you make a new suit?”
“No, but you're close.” Tony says as he grabs hold of the tarp. “Let me introduce my newest invention, the Mark 1 Labor Droid!”
Tugging on the tarp, Tony yanks it off and reveals a fat humanoid droid underneath.
“Umm, why is it obese?” Banner couldn’t hold back his question.
Although the droid was very similar in shape to a human with a sleek white design, the body itself was extremely bloated.
[Insert picture of Baymax from Big Hero 6 here]
“Well, I’ll show you.” Tony smirked as the Mark 1 Labor Droid’s stomach opened, revealing a much larger space than the laws of physics would allow.
Instead of the few cubic feet that it should have, the fat droid's stomach looked like it was expanded to a whopping 10 square meters.
“It’s bigger on the inside...” Banner muttered in absolute shock.
(A/N: Doctor Who?)
“Oh, really? I didn’t notice...” Tony pretends to be oblivious.
“How?” Banner asked in amazement.
“Magic.” Tony smirked as he finally realized why Peter always said that.
“Did Spider-Man teach you?” Banner asked as he circled the droid.
He had to make sure that the giant stomach wasn’t a trick and to his shock and amazement, it wasn’t.
“A little.” Tony shrugged as the droid's stomach closed up.
‘Maybe Spider-Man can actually do it...’ Banner just started to realize that his cure may be on it way.
Because if someone like Tony, who only learned a little from Peter could defy the laws of physics, then what did that mean for his teacher?
“So why did you make a labor droid with storage? Are you going to sell them?” Banner asks curiously after he got over his shock.
“First of all, it can do more than just hold things...” Tony says as the Labor Droid shoots off of the ground and hovers thanks to its thrusters.
Though that wasn’t all.
Next, its ten stubby fingers shout out, elongating into metal tentacle-type ropes, which started entangling random objects and lifting them with ease.
“And no, these are all going off planet.” Tony says with a greedy smirk.
“Why? Isn’t that dangerous?” Banner asked as he and everyone else on Earth now knew that aliens existed.
“Well, I don’t think Web-Head will get mad if I tell you...” Tony quickly explains how he and Peter now own a planet full of alien scrap.
“Can I study some of it as well?” Banner asks as Tony’s smirk widens.
‘He took the bait...’ Tony thought as he put on a thoughtful look. “Well, I may be able to bring you in on this, but you’d be assisting me with my research. We can work together...”
Two heads are always better than one and Tony had a lot of junk to sort through.
An extra set of hands would always be welcome.
“Sure, I don’t mind.” Banner shrugged uncaringly.
Although working with Tony would increase the risks of the Hulk appearing, as he tends to enjoy annoying people, that may not be a problem for long.
After all, his cure might just already be on its way...
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“Why the hell is this book written in French...” Peter muttered in annoyance as French is his least proficient language.
In the past few days, he’s read through all of the books except this one.
[Daviau Power Segregation]
“Whatever, I’ll just brush up on my French and then give it a read.” Peter shrugged as he placed the book back on his bookshelf.
But just as he was about to open his computer and get to work, his bedroom door swung open.
“Dad, you should be getting ready.” Lily says in a lecturing tone.
“For what?” Peter asks in confusion.
Instantly, Lily’s palm found its way to her forehead.
“It’s Friday.” She says, waiting for him to realize but that realization never came. “You’re taking Mom on a date, remember?”
“!” Peter’s eyes widened as he shot out of his chair. “Why didn’t you say so earlier?”
“I didn’t think that I had to...” Lily mutters in disbelief.
“I’m going to get ready.” Peter rushes to the bathroom. “Don’t tell your Mother that I forgot!”
Luckily, he already planned everything days in advance.
...
When he was gone, MJ came walking across the hall behind Lily.
“Did he forget?” MJ asks knowingly.
“I cannot confirm nor deny.” Lily’s words spoke for themselves.
“...” MJ sighed as she quickly picked out an outfit and left to get ready as well.
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“Charles, what could possibly be so urgent that I needed to fly halfway across the world for?” Magneto floats down onto Professor X’s office balcony.
“Do you trust me?” Charles asks seriously.
“?” Erik froze for a moment as he felt that this was a lot more serious than he initially imagined. “To a certain extent.”
“Then remove your helmet.” Charles says as his old friend raises a questioning brow. “I need to show you something.”
“What is this about?” Erik asks as his face hardened.
“You’ll understand once you see it.” Charles says with a shake of his head.
“...” Silence filled the Balcony as Magneto stared his friend in the eyes. “...Fine.”
Begrudgingly agreeing, Erik reaches up and willingly removes his only line of defense against Charles’ telepathy.
“Prepare yourself.” Charles warns as he projects the memory of his most recent experience in Jean Grey’s mind.
“?!” Erik's eyes widened as he saw the image of the menacing fiery bird. ‘What is that?’
“I don’t know...”
A/N: 1517 words :)
