"Tony, I'm picking up...well, come see yourself."
Tony walked to Banner's computer.
"And I'm meant to see?"
"There's a constant line of energy coming from this, but it's unlike anything we know of. It's like this thing is running on empty but can still move."
"Well, only one thing we can do."
"What?"
"Poke it with a stick."
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They snapped cables onto it, and stood back.
"Ok, high voltage."
"You sure Stark?"
"Please, Tony."
"You absolutely positive, Tony?"
"As sure as I can be, Bruce."
"So not at all?"
"Nope. But who cares?"
He pulled down a lever and electricity surged into the creature. It didn't even move, not even a jerk.
"Well, that's...boring."
An agent walked in.
"Fury wants you."
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"When I asked you to do something with the thing out there, I did not mean jumpstarting it."
"Well, there was no rule against it, Nick."
Another agent entered, looking confused and fearful.
"Director Fury...uh..."
"What?"
"...it sorta vanished."
"Explain that again."
"It...uh...moved, then vanished into thin air."
Fury looked at them, with a gaze that could be read as "If you're to blame I'll kill you" or "out".
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The CCTV footage provided a conclusion. The thing had moved, giving a glance to the room, and had then seemingly evaporated in a split second.
"Listen, director Fury, we were getting odd secondary energy readings during our examination."
"Which you will forget even existed, Doctor Banner. As far as I'm concerned you two were never here. Now, Stark. You'll be directed back to your place by Agent Hill. I will personally escort Dr Banner back to his secure location."
"So, you don't want the Iron Man suit?"
"Not officially. But that is one fine suit."
"You ask nicely and I might make you one, Nick."
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When Tony got home, he found a young kid, about 17, waiting for him. He had brown hair and wore an old black t-shirt, and a pair of old slacks. He had red sneakers on too. He sat outside his front door.
"Mr Stark? I need your help."
"Sorry kid, I'm not a guru."
"My name's Peter Parker."
"Well, Pete, you can get off my-"
"I know you're this Iron Man, if that helps my cause. Pretty cool, using an arc-reactor to emit that kind of sonic blast. Would try the same myself, but my uncle Ben is...was always strict when it came to massive, potentially dangerous experiments."
"And how do you know that?"
"I guess I was able to work out the one person rich enough to make a suit like that. Did they find Duval?"
"Still working on that one. Fine, tell me your story."
"My uncle Ben was murdered."
"Sorry to hear that."
"And I think the murderer was a friend of yours. I think the culprit is Tony Masters."
"I went to school with the guy, we're not friends. I don't do murders."
"I got powers too. Agility-"
"So you're a gymnast."
"-and I can stick to and crawl on walls. And guess what? This is because of another of your friends. Otto Octavius."
Tony looked at Peter.
"Well, guess we've got a killer to catch."