As with a lot of my stuff, I have no idea where this is going, and the two words 'science bros' are
the most of a plan I've got, so here you go. This might go arse over teakettle, but who knows.
And yes, I did make up a load of sciencey sounding stuff. None of it is real, or factual. NOTHING.
Disclaimer: I don't own either of the franchises I write about.
Tony heard a muffled explosion, coming from somewhere that distinctly was not his lab. Now, he was used to things blowing up, even outside his lab, even usually, to be honest, but he was usually the one blowing them up.
"Jarvis? Do I need my suit?"
His AI sounded even more sarcastic than normal.
"I am unsure, sir. Are you threatened by the teenager in the latex suit who is currently in your kitchen?" Tony rolled his eyes, and ignored his AI, also a usual occurrence, instead choosing to go and find whoever was blowing things up, and either tell them off, or help them blow more things up.
What?
He hadn't decided yet.
Poking his head around the corner, he narrowed his eyes at the teenager, who was indeed in a rubber suit, sitting cross legged in the middle of the kitchen, tinkering with something that looked like a spider had rolled onto its back and died. The teenager, for it was in fact a teenager, held several pieces of assorted electronic paraphernalia between his lips, and had a screwdriver behind his ear. He was currently poking at the device on his lap, which seemed to be the source of the explosion.
"Don't worry, kid, blowing stuff up regularly is the mark of any good inventor. Even when it isn't supposed to." The boy raised an eyebrow and tipped his head to the side, displaying a lovely scorch mark on his neck.
"Because then you get to fix it." Bruce's voice said over his shoulder. Tony nudged the other man in greeting, something they had developed when one of them was too busy, and Tony was too lazy.
Which was always.
The kid sighed through the metal in his mouth, and gracefully stood up, much more gracefully than Tony would have expected, given the boy's lanky limbs. Setting the odd device down, the kid spat the metal into his palm and piled it carefully on the kitchen counter.
"This particular thing, I think is beyond saving." He grumbled. Swinging himself lightly onto the counter beside what Tony was mostly positive was his own creation, the teenager scratched his head absent mindedly, uncaring of the fact that he was in Ironman's kitchen, in a skin tight suit, with both the owner of said kitchen, and the man who turned into a big green rage monster.
"What are you building?" Bruce asked, tapping his pen against the side of what Tony had mentally nicknamed the 'spider bracelet of ultimate doom'.
"It's my web shooter. I meant for the firing mechanism to be more advanced but I caught the power cell and set the ambitronic sensor off, and that sent the phirete trigger setting off, and there you have it. The smoking remains of a thing I made out of scraps in my bedroom."
Bruce was rapidly taking pieces apart, and obviously figuring out what could be saved, and every few seconds was making noises of fascination.
"Is this a paperclip?" He asked incredulously, holding up an intricately folded piece of metal.
"Several, actually." The kid replied, prodding a piece of metal that was, indeed, smoking, with a red and blue finger.
Tony, intrigued, peered over Bruce's shoulder curiously, and snagged an important looking cannister from the apparent ruins of the teen's device.
"Do you need this? What is this?" He turned it over, and squinted into the tiny opening at one end.
"Web." Peter plucked it out of his hands and tucked it into an unseen pocket. "Important. It's a nylon and silicone mix, with particles of titanium and compressed carbon for strength. I may not weight much, but swinging through the air on nothing but a string of webbing, you kinda want it to hold a lot of weight." Tony considered it for a moment.
"Yeah, I knew I'd seen that suit before. Spidey." The kid grinned, and raked a hand through his unruly hair.
"Nice to meet you, tinman, I'm Peter." Secretly impressed at the boy's wit, Tony huffed a breath.
"Well, Spidey, come down to the lab, we'll see if we can't fix that toy of yours."
"Thanks, man." The boy was obviously impressed, and grateful. Tony turned to Bruce, who hadn't paid any attention to anything that had happened in the last five minutes, and poked him with a pencil.
"Hmm?"
"Time to go play with explosives!" He said brightly.
"Yeah, sure, five minutes." Bruce mumbled distractedly. Peter laughed in the background, and sneakily swapped Bruce's momentarily abandoned screwdriver for a banana.
The scientist didn't notice until the screw wouldn't turn, which broke him out of his science coma.
"Why." He asked plaintively.
Oh yeah.
Tony was definitely helping this kid blow stuff up.