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The first thing Stark Industries employees learn about Peter Parker is that he has access to the espresso machine on the forty-second floor.
This is not normal.
The espresso machine on the forty-second floor is restricted. It requires biometric authorization, two approvals, and—according to rumor—an NDA. People have been denied access to it for years. Someone once cried in front of it.
Peter Parker walks up to it, presses one button, and it makes him a latte.
He does not notice the staring.
“Hey,” Peter says, peering into the machine. “Does this usually scream like that?”
Silence.
Three engineers stop talking.
One of them, Sasha, clears her throat. “That machine doesn’t… scream.”
“It kind of does,” Peter says apologetically. “Just before the steam release. That’s usually a pressure imbalance.”
Sasha stares. “That machine was calibrated yesterday.”
Peter nods. “Yeah. But the ambient humidity’s different today.”
He reaches into the machine.
Someone gasps.
Peter twists something. The machine goes quiet.
“…There,” he says. “Sorry.”
The espresso that comes out is noticeably better.
Sasha texts her entire department.
Marco from Systems notices the access log because it doesn’t make sense.
User: P. Parker
Access Type: Contextual
Authorization: Adaptive
Override Source: Stark, T.
Marco stares.
“That’s not a thing,” he says.
He pulls security footage.
Peter Parker walks through:
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a restricted lab
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a secured elevator
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a door Marco himself cannot open
Security waves him through without checking.
Marco messages Security.
Marco: who is p parker
Security: peter
Marco: who
Security: the kid
Marco: whose kid
Security: …stark’s?
Marco closes Slack.
He does not open it again for ten minutes.
Peter is waiting for Tony.
Tony is late.
This is not new.
Peter wanders into a lab, because he has been told—by Tony, by Pepper, by security—that wandering is fine as long as he does not touch anything glowing.
Something is glowing.
Peter stops.
Tilts his head.
“That’s… not supposed to do that,” he says.
Evelyn from Applied Energy looks up. “It’s within tolerance.”
Peter nods. “Yeah. But only if the load stays constant.”
She frowns. “It does.”
Peter points. “Except when it doesn’t.”
Someone laughs.
The prototype shrieks. Smoke curls.
Silence.
Peter winces. “Sorry.”
Evelyn stares at the readings.
Fixes one variable.
The glow stabilizes.
“…How did you know,” she asks slowly.
Peter shrugs. “It was loud.”
This explanation does not satisfy anyone.
The Slack channel starts as a joke.
#who-is-peter-parker
It has three members.
Then eight.
Then twenty-seven.
Pinned messages include:
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“Not an intern. I asked.”
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“Has anyone seen his badge?”
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“Security lets him through without scanning.”
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“Tony listens when he talks.”
That last one sits there like a landmine.
Peter gets invited to a meeting accidentally.
No one knows who invited him.
He sits quietly at the end of the table, knees bouncing, notebook open.
Halfway through, someone asks a question.
Peter hesitates.
Raises his hand.
“I might be wrong,” he says, immediately apologetic, “but if you reroute that, you won’t overload the secondary system.”
The room goes quiet.
Someone tries it.
It works.
Tony, who has just walked in, nods once and says, “Good catch.”
And keeps walking.
The silence afterward is deafening.
HR does not like unknowns.
HR likes categories. Titles. Boxes that can be ticked.
Peter Parker has none of these.
This is unacceptable.
An HR rep named Linda schedules a casual check-in.
Peter shows up ten minutes early.
“Hi,” he says, smiling nervously. “Am I in trouble?”
Linda laughs too hard. “Oh, no! No, no. This is just a formality.”
Peter nods. “Okay.”
Linda opens a file.
“…So,” she begins carefully, “what is your role here.”
Peter thinks. “Uh. I help Tony.”
Linda types.
Assistant?
“And your department?”
“…Tony?”
Linda pauses.
“Are you an employee.”
Peter winces. “I don’t think so.”
“Contractor?”
Peter squints. “I’m not paid.”
Linda’s smile tightens.
“Volunteer?”
Peter brightens. “Maybe?”
Linda closes the file.
This is worse.
This is a mistake.
The slide title reads:
PETER PARKER: CLASSIFICATION OPTIONS
Bullet points include:
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Consultant (Unpaid?)
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Minor (Problematic)
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Independent Contractor (Illegal?)
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Special Circumstances (Vague)
Someone raises a hand.
“Does he outrank us?”
HR does not answer.
Someone else asks, “Does Tony outrank HR?”
This question ends the meeting.
Peter walks into R&D with a problem.
“Hey,” he asks, polite as ever. “Can I use your printer?”
“Sure,” someone says automatically.
Peter prints something.
The printer accepts it.
Someone squints. “…That’s a Level Seven printer.”
Peter blinks. “Oh. Sorry.”
“No—wait—how did you—”
Peter shrugs helplessly. “It just worked?”
Later, IT discovers Peter can:
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reroute server loads
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override safety locks
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access archived Stark schematics
Not admin access.
Something worse.
The theories are… creative.
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Theory One: He’s a prodigy Tony is quietly mentoring.
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Theory Two: He’s related to someone important.
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Theory Three: He’s a failsafe. No one knows for what.
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Theory Four: He’s an AI test running in a human shell (this is quickly dismissed but not forgotten).
Pepper Potts reads the Slack channel once and closes it with a sigh.
“This is going to get weird,” she says.
“It already is,” Happy replies. “They asked me if he’s allowed to fire them.”
Pepper pinches the bridge of her nose. “Is he?”
Happy thinks. “I don’t… think so.”
Neither of them checks.
Peter corrects Legal.
It happens during a compliance walkthrough.
He asks, politely, “Is that clause enforceable?”
Legal freezes.
Someone laughs nervously.
Peter keeps going. “Because if it’s not, that whole section’s kind of misleading.”
Legal goes very still.
The clause is not enforceable.
The meeting ends early.
Someone whispers, “Who is that kid.”
Linda approaches Tony carefully.
“We need to classify Peter Parker.”
Tony looks up. “Why.”
“For liability.”
Tony considers. “He’s fine.”
“That’s not—”
“He’s supervised.”
“By whom?”
Tony gestures vaguely at himself.
Linda swallows. “Is he… essential.”
Tony frowns. “Define essential.”
Linda leaves.
She schedules another meeting.
Peter notices people acting weird.
They let him go first.
They stop talking when he enters rooms.
Someone brings him a chair unprompted.
“Did I do something,” he asks Pepper.
Pepper smiles thinly. “No.”
“…Are you sure.”
“Extremely.”
Peter does not believe her.
Someone finally corners Tony.
“Sir,” an engineer says carefully. “Peter Parker—”
Tony nods. “Yeah?”
“…What is he.”
Tony frowns. “Smart.”
“Yes, but—”
“And helpful.”
“…Is he important?”
Tony looks confused. “Why wouldn’t he be?”
This answer circulates like a curse.
HR sends an email.
Subject: Peter Parker — Classification Update
Tony replies:
He’s with me.
HR replies with three paragraphs.
Tony does not respond.
This is interpreted as confirmation.
HR updates the file.
Status: Do Not Interfere
Someone finally snaps.
It happens in the lab.
“Who are you,” an engineer blurts out.
Peter freezes.
“…I’m sorry?”
“No—sorry—” the engineer backtracks. “I just mean—what do you do.”
Peter looks helplessly at Tony.
Tony does not help.
“I help,” Peter says finally. “Where I can.”
The room stares.
Tony says, “That’s accurate.”
That’s it.
The Slack channel goes quiet.
Peter fixes another thing.
Tony walks past, ruffles his hair without thinking, keeps going.
No one breathes until he’s gone.
Someone types:
#who-is-peter-parker
Answer: not our problem.
No one deletes the channel.
They just mute it.
Because whatever Peter Parker is, he’s clearly supposed to be here.
And asking questions seems… unwise.