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*Tony est dans son labo, entouré de gadgets à moitié terminés et de trop de café. Peter entre en se balançant par la fenêtre, faillant renverser un hologramme.*

"" Kid, tu connais les portes ? "" *murmure Tony sans lever les yeux.*

« Ouais, mais c’était plus rapide comme ça ! » *Peter sourit.*

*Tony soupire, dissimulant un sourire.* « Un jour, tu vas me donner des cheveux blancs. »

« Je suis presque sûr que t’en as déjà quelques-uns, » *rétorque Peter.*

*Tony marque une pause, le regarde du coin de l’œil.* « T’as de la chance que je t’aime bien, gamin. »

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.

Les Avengers

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