(the connection hasn't been made immediately, although it definitely could have been. there's that look the man has on his suit, and the words, and while he has met two other peter parkers who look nothing like him, it flies right over his head that this is a tony stark.
until it doesn't, and he almost unsticks from the wall in shock, a 'woah--' escaping him before he can catch his balance back.)
-- Mister Stark? Well, not my reality's mister Stark, but you're Tony, right?
[ It's a good thing Peter's secret identity is safe (again, thanks Mephisto! 10/10 deal) ]
Yeah? You, uh, you're wearing something I made and you have to ask?
[ A long pause, and again there's a tip of his head. Thanks to Extremis, he's still trying to hack into the thing, it's similar enough, but... not quite right. All of the arrogance, none of the experience, if he had to describe it. ]
Well, not me, me, but it's similar enough. I made something like it, but mine's better.
[ Tony is not like Reed Richards, he will drag every other version of himself. ]
So, Spider-Man, what's the deal? How much do you hate me right now?
... Okay, uh, fine, whatever on that, but uh, thing is, I kinda do hate that you're naked, this is like, super awkward. How about I open this cage, get you some clothes, how about that plan?
(please, say yes. please, please, please, say yes. his clothes underneath the suit definitely don't fit, so he'll have to actually protect this man's decency (or lack thereof) on his way to whatever store.
damn, he'll even pay. just. please, Mister-not-Mister-Stark.)
I mean, yeah, clothes would be great. I'm normally not into public nudity without a sign saying that I Can. Things tend to get a bit... dicey when you aren't playing along.
[ Man, Tony. Why do you say these things? ]
Why don't you get me some clothes, and then we can actually talk, before I find myself getting hit with a public indecency notice, huh?
Let's be real, Mister Stark-2? You probably already have. Man, why are you naked?
(god, things he does not want to hear from his dead dad. but alright, fine. he'll web away with a thumbs up, and return with pants and a hoodie, best that very few coins could buy. from below, he'll throw it into the cage.
[ Hey! He is clearly the original. Says a guy that doesn't know anything about comics history. ]
[ But! He gets in the clothes pretty quickly. He doesn't really want to be naked around a vaguely teen-ish sounding Spider-Man anyway. ]
Alright, all good. Now, Spider-Man, if you have to know, when someone with a superpowered suit gets kidnapped, they tend to take away the suit, which leaves me pretty compromised. It happens a lot, you'll get used to it.
Question answered; now, mind telling me why you're calling me Mister Stark 2? Don't explain the multiverse, let's just get to the part where you tell me how you know me so we're not assuming things about each other, huh?
(stark does not realize just how damn weird this thing is. he's definitely supposed to be better than to be weirded out - he's just met two other peter parkers, a bunch of their villains, knows too much about the whole multiverse going on.
and yet.
he lost his stark, and this man does not look like it, but reminds him just enough to make him miss the man even more. goddamnit.)
... Yeah, but usually you're wearing something under it. At least mine did. Like, you know, that's totally the smart thing, right? Not that clothes did well with my other suit, but with this one, yeah, I'm super dressed and not naked.
Uh, long story short, my Tony Stark recruited me to fight on his side on the Sokovia accords, and uh, helped me out a lot. Like, a whole bunch. Really did. So, yeah. Made my suits, made me an Avenger, and now I'm not one, but that's kinda the gist.
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until it doesn't, and he almost unsticks from the wall in shock, a 'woah--' escaping him before he can catch his balance back.)
-- Mister Stark? Well, not my reality's mister Stark, but you're Tony, right?
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Yeah? You, uh, you're wearing something I made and you have to ask?
[ A long pause, and again there's a tip of his head. Thanks to Extremis, he's still trying to hack into the thing, it's similar enough, but... not quite right. All of the arrogance, none of the experience, if he had to describe it. ]
Well, not me, me, but it's similar enough. I made something like it, but mine's better.
[ Tony is not like Reed Richards, he will drag every other version of himself. ]
So, Spider-Man, what's the deal? How much do you hate me right now?
[ Yeah, sure, let's start with that. ]
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(please, say yes. please, please, please, say yes. his clothes underneath the suit definitely don't fit, so he'll have to actually protect this man's decency (or lack thereof) on his way to whatever store.
damn, he'll even pay. just. please, Mister-not-Mister-Stark.)
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Okay. ]
I mean, yeah, clothes would be great. I'm normally not into public nudity without a sign saying that I Can. Things tend to get a bit... dicey when you aren't playing along.
[ Man, Tony. Why do you say these things? ]
Why don't you get me some clothes, and then we can actually talk, before I find myself getting hit with a public indecency notice, huh?
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(god, things he does not want to hear from his dead dad. but alright, fine. he'll web away with a thumbs up, and return with pants and a hoodie, best that very few coins could buy. from below, he'll throw it into the cage.
he does not want to see this man naked again.)
Okay, all good now, right?
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[ Hey! He is clearly the original. Says a guy that doesn't know anything about comics history. ]
[ But! He gets in the clothes pretty quickly. He doesn't really want to be naked around a vaguely teen-ish sounding Spider-Man anyway. ]
Alright, all good. Now, Spider-Man, if you have to know, when someone with a superpowered suit gets kidnapped, they tend to take away the suit, which leaves me pretty compromised. It happens a lot, you'll get used to it.
Question answered; now, mind telling me why you're calling me Mister Stark 2? Don't explain the multiverse, let's just get to the part where you tell me how you know me so we're not assuming things about each other, huh?
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(stark does not realize just how damn weird this thing is. he's definitely supposed to be better than to be weirded out - he's just met two other peter parkers, a bunch of their villains, knows too much about the whole multiverse going on.
and yet.
he lost his stark, and this man does not look like it, but reminds him just enough to make him miss the man even more. goddamnit.)
... Yeah, but usually you're wearing something under it. At least mine did. Like, you know, that's totally the smart thing, right? Not that clothes did well with my other suit, but with this one, yeah, I'm super dressed and not naked.
Uh, long story short, my Tony Stark recruited me to fight on his side on the Sokovia accords, and uh, helped me out a lot. Like, a whole bunch. Really did. So, yeah. Made my suits, made me an Avenger, and now I'm not one, but that's kinda the gist.