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Lab Beneath Stark Industries, Wednesday Afternoon
After finishing with class, Tony got back to his lab for what he could only hope wasn't going to be a terrible conversation after getting her text last night. It could be good news, right? His life was totally full of good news these days.
Okay, he was doing a little nervous tinkering because things rarely went his way and he knew it.
Shhh.
[For the lady of the arachnid persuasion and NFB!]
Okay, he was doing a little nervous tinkering because things rarely went his way and he knew it.
Shhh.
[For the lady of the arachnid persuasion and NFB!]
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So he could punch the Red Skull in the face until he stopped being pissed off about this.
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"I thought he was busy with aliens," he muttered. "I wouldn't be surprised. He has a lot of agents still running missions for him."
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"Oh, I also have a sample of Osborn's Goblin Formula locked up for analysis after this. Don't let anyone drink that."
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"That's why I asked."