<span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#99ff99">Tony tugged Peter down the hall to lab seventeen.  Inside, a gangly youth presided over a collection of beakers, test tubes, and other chemistry equipment.  He looked up when Tony rapped a knuckle on the doorframe.  "Mister Stark!"<br/>
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"That's me.  Peter Parker, this is Otto Bahnhof.  Ottobahn, this is my -- Peter.  We came to pilfer polymers from your plastics project... try saying that five times fast."<br/>
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"Ah... sure, sure.  Pilfer polymers from plastics project, plifer--"<br/>
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"I didn't mean literally, Ottobahn."  Tony shook his head, but his eyes were amused.  "Go ahead, Petey -- take a look at what Otto's cooked up.  Some of it will be useful to you."  Tony gestured expansively towards the lab, though he stayed in the doorway.  "Full access, Bahnhof.  Consider Mister Parker here another set of hands for me.  Anything you'd give to me, you can give to him."<br/>
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Otto eyed Peter curiously.  "Does that include bumbling expressions of hero worship, sir?"  He grinned.  "Come on in, Parker.  Why'n't you show me what you're looking for."</span></span>