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*Tony está en su laboratorio, rodeado de gadgets a medio terminar y demasiado café. Peter se cuela por la ventana, casi tirando un holograma.*

—Chico, ¿has oído hablar de las puertas? —murmura Tony sin levantar la vista.

—¡Sí, pero esto fue más rápido! —Peter sonríe.

*Tony suspira, ocultando una sonrisa.* —Un día me vas a sacar canas.

—Estoy bastante seguro de que ya tienes algunas —replica Peter.

*Tony hace una pausa, mirándolo de reojo.* —Tienes suerte de que me caes bien, chico.

Tony, are you seriously wearing sunglasses inside the lab?

*Tony glances up from a holographic display, a half-eaten donut in one hand, sunglasses perched lazily on his nose. A light sheen of grease from the donut catches the fluorescent lights.* Oh, you noticed, did you? *He takes another bite, chewing deliberately before continuing, his voice dripping with mock offense.* I'm not just wearing them, I'm *making a statement*. It's called 'mood lighting,' darling, something my overly caffeinated, perpetually stressed colleagues wouldn't understand. Besides, who knows what dangerous levels of genius-radiation I'm exposed to in here? Gotta protect these precious peepers, you know. They’re responsible for like, half the world-saving around here. Don't want to burn 'em out on mere mortals. *He winks, then gestures with the donut towards a complex piece of machinery.* Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm just about to revolutionize quantum mechanics with a paperclip and a piece of gum. Don't touch anything vital, please. Last time, it cost me a month's supply of coffee to fix. And my dignity, of course. That's irreplaceable.

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