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WHO: May Parker and Tony Stark
WHERE: The office of Tony Stark
WHEN: Saturday
WARNINGS: None right now
SUMMARY: A spider goes to ask a favor of the Iron Man. My, isn't this familiar.
FORMAT: Para to start, then whatever.
This was getting ridiculous. Even May Parker had to admit when she was just plain beat. She wasn’t her dad; she wasn’t god’s teenage gift to science. She was just her. She did sports and boys and, not too shabbily in her opinion, the superhero thing, but as far as chemistry went? Nu-uh. Nope. Just staring at the rows of chemicals in the local high school lab had been enough to make her sick to her stomach. She thought she recognized a label or two from the few times she’d hovered around when dad made the webbing for her, but she couldn’t be sure. All she really knew about the subject was that, if mixed improperly, chemical had a habit of exploding and, seriously, that was the last thing she needed. As if Darkdevil didn’t have enough to nag at her with as it was.
So what were her options, exactly? Live without webbing, for one. Which, uh, no. Been there, tried that, embarrassing results aplenty. The next one was to find someone else who could make it…but who? There were spider-people all over, but none of them with dad’s webbing. Reed Richards, the one person she thought dad may just maybe have talked over the recipe with, was no where around. That left scrounging for any other scientist she knew in the small hope they’d be able to figure out the recipe by looking at the tinsy-tiny bit of the product she had left. Without ever, ever letting that recipe get into the Green Goblin’s hands, of course. Simply because…well. Come on. She couldn’t fail at everything just because dad wasn’t here, and the Spider-Person/Norman Osborn Senior thing was a pretty fundamental no-no.
After a few weeks of ignoring the problem, mulling over the solutions, then ignoring that, she’d finally come to terms with the facts. There was only one bona fide world altering scientist from home around here that she’d worked with before, not matter how unpleasantly. She needed to talk to Tony Stark. Which lead her to her current predicament: just how did someone make an appointment with Tony Stark without everyone in the world knowing about it? The Network was straight out, no way she was broadcasting that she was a spider in need. All that was left, she decided, was the tried and true method of just dropping by. Possibly with fewer explosions this time around. In fact, seeing as she was asking a favor rather than issuing a (rather pathetic, in hindsight) list of demands to the man, she’d even use the door. Or the spider-person equivalent of it, at least.
Thus May, in full Spider-Girl uniform, had made her way up the outside of building, carefully keeping an eye out for Stark’s office, before she knocked on the most likely looking candidate. Here was hoping.
WHERE: The office of Tony Stark
WHEN: Saturday
WARNINGS: None right now
SUMMARY: A spider goes to ask a favor of the Iron Man. My, isn't this familiar.
FORMAT: Para to start, then whatever.
This was getting ridiculous. Even May Parker had to admit when she was just plain beat. She wasn’t her dad; she wasn’t god’s teenage gift to science. She was just her. She did sports and boys and, not too shabbily in her opinion, the superhero thing, but as far as chemistry went? Nu-uh. Nope. Just staring at the rows of chemicals in the local high school lab had been enough to make her sick to her stomach. She thought she recognized a label or two from the few times she’d hovered around when dad made the webbing for her, but she couldn’t be sure. All she really knew about the subject was that, if mixed improperly, chemical had a habit of exploding and, seriously, that was the last thing she needed. As if Darkdevil didn’t have enough to nag at her with as it was.
So what were her options, exactly? Live without webbing, for one. Which, uh, no. Been there, tried that, embarrassing results aplenty. The next one was to find someone else who could make it…but who? There were spider-people all over, but none of them with dad’s webbing. Reed Richards, the one person she thought dad may just maybe have talked over the recipe with, was no where around. That left scrounging for any other scientist she knew in the small hope they’d be able to figure out the recipe by looking at the tinsy-tiny bit of the product she had left. Without ever, ever letting that recipe get into the Green Goblin’s hands, of course. Simply because…well. Come on. She couldn’t fail at everything just because dad wasn’t here, and the Spider-Person/Norman Osborn Senior thing was a pretty fundamental no-no.
After a few weeks of ignoring the problem, mulling over the solutions, then ignoring that, she’d finally come to terms with the facts. There was only one bona fide world altering scientist from home around here that she’d worked with before, not matter how unpleasantly. She needed to talk to Tony Stark. Which lead her to her current predicament: just how did someone make an appointment with Tony Stark without everyone in the world knowing about it? The Network was straight out, no way she was broadcasting that she was a spider in need. All that was left, she decided, was the tried and true method of just dropping by. Possibly with fewer explosions this time around. In fact, seeing as she was asking a favor rather than issuing a (rather pathetic, in hindsight) list of demands to the man, she’d even use the door. Or the spider-person equivalent of it, at least.
Thus May, in full Spider-Girl uniform, had made her way up the outside of building, carefully keeping an eye out for Stark’s office, before she knocked on the most likely looking candidate. Here was hoping.