Wrong number :/~~Spider-Man

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Juice spewed from Bucky's mouth. Nebula glared at the sticky mess he'd made, right in top of the one she'd just cleaned up.
(My phone automatically autocorrected to Stucky. I thought some of you might've liked to know that)

"You- what??" Bucky looked at her staggeringly.

"Yeah, she's not a civilian right? You guys have laws against that kind of behavior, don't you? That makes her a criminal, meaning she's free game" Nebula explained her genius reasoning, smiling at him like a kid who aced a math test. Unrealistic, but comparable.

"How is she a criminal?!?" Bucky genuinely thought they were about to orphan a kid for the sake of some sadistic fun.

"Your species doesn't consider abuse to be criminal?!?" Nebula was angrily astonished. The caprisun was dead. There was no hope left for the lack of sticky.

"What??" Bucky yelled, both caprisuns only a memory now.

"Yes, that is why he is afraid of leaving here. His aunt is like my father. The man who ruined my life. The one who tore me apart. Left me for-" She was cut off.

"You mean we just let Peter go home to that??" Bucky stood up, his metal arm clinking and squeaking with the presence of juice in the cracks. He'd deal with it later.

"So you agree to help me kill his aunt then" She stood up with him.

"What? No- that's still illegal, there is no 'free game' with people, as much as I wish there was. That's called a vigilante or anti-hero, although most get arrested before they can do much" Bucky was going into textbook explanations in hopes of calming himself down, talking helps distract people from emotions, and another murder is not something he needed charged with right now.

"Then what do you propose we do? How do we deal with it according to Earth's laws? Because I'm beginning to question how many of these dumb laws I'm willing to follow. Like that one where you cannot drive a 'tractor' across certain states. It is a vehicle, it drives you to your destination, I should not be discriminated against my big-wheeled means of transportation" She was angry. Angry enough to bring up one of the things she found the most distasteful on this hellhole of a planet.

"I don't know.." Bucky answered truthfully "but we'll have to do it soon".

-

Tony sat in his lab, tinkering with the suit he was making Peter. Should he add more to the original scheme? Red and blue seemed.. tacky.. at least with what Peter was using right now. Gold looked cool, and expensive.

Maybe he should just scrap the whole previous design patterns and make his own. Mirroring his iron man suit but flexible. He doubted Peter would like that much though, it seemed like he put a lot of thought into his suit, as cheap as it may be.

He'd settle with the gold color, and change the shades of the OG design. Make it look more sleek. More fab. On fleek. Whatever the kids called it these days.

After he'd finished that, Tony had some metal plates start being printed. Yes, he had made a 3D printer for metal. Yes, it wasn't the most reliable. And yes, he knew he'd have a lot more work to do in fixing the metal plates later with sandpaper and other means of repair, but he was feeling lazy right now and didn't feel like pulling the measurements out of his ass and moving around.