<span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#99ff99">"I think your brain is beautiful," Tony said promptly.  "And that I ought to let you loose on the new polymer materials they're working on down in R&amp;D.  I think they'd suit your webshooters -- light and tough.  The guys are obsessed with figuring out how to perfect transparent aluminum, like in Star Trek?  Actually, I have a whole department obsessed with recreating Star Trek tech.  Keeps the nerds happy."  He slid his hand up Peter's back to ruffle his hair.  "You're on the right track, kid.  I particularly liked..."  He devolved into tech speak, that strange language of scientists who worked closely together.  They'd spent enough time in the workshop together that they had a bit of shorthand of their own -- Peter was almost always able to follow Tony's train of thought and prompt the next word, or suggest a new direction.  Tony could do the same for him, and did.  Not since labtime back with Rhodey at MIT had Tony worked with someone quite this compatible.  Bruce was amazing, but they worked in very different fields -- working with Peter was always rewarding.<br/>
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DUM-E rolled over with a milkshake in his claw.  "Is that for me?" Tony asked the bot absently.  "Is it clean, J?"<br/>
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"It is for young Sir, and it is of entirely edible materials," JARVIS answered.<br/>
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"Huh."  Tony looked down at the milkshake in DUM-E's claw.  "Well, you better take it, Peter.  You wouldn't want to hurt the little guy's feelings."</span></span>