Peter, walking into Tony's lab: ok so I'm gonna need your help in making an army of robotic spiders that will obey my every command
Tony, tired, drinking his fifth cup of coffee: have you been talking to Scott?
Peter: haha no
Peter, whispering to a miniature Scott on his shoulder: dude we gotta think of something else
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credit: stark-tony
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