Tony Stark

Got stuck in some wiring. Hate to ask for help, but… help?

We need a location, Mr. Stark.

My lab .

Russian. He had to think for a few minutes, scrounging through the very little Russian he knew. “I understood about two words of that. Who and you. So I’m going to assume you’re asking who I am.”

He sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. Of course this version of Peter didn’t know who he was. That’s okay. “Tony Stark.”

Pytor growls and switches to English. “Iron man. I have heard about you” he keeps his gun trained on your chest, gaze never wavering

“Yeah, I bet. Your universe has one of me, then?” He raised an eyebrow. “Dunno what you think you’re gonna do with that, kid. Got an arc reactor right where that thing is trained, you shoot it I just replace it.” If he was shot it’d probably kill him, but he didn’t need to know that.

Pytor slowly lowers his gun. “What do you want, Stark?” He says, his accent slipping through

“What do I want? That’s a loaded question kid. World peace, for starters, but we don’t get that.” He gave his signature smirk after that response. “You’re not my ‘kid,’ that much is obvious.” He narrowed his eyes. “Though you look a whole lot like him. How about… you and I have a little chat about this universe, huh? Don’t know a whole lot about where I am right now.”

“I don’t talk to heros” Pytor spits the last word out as he starts to walk away

“Woah, woah. Not so fast kid. We aren’t done talking here.” His tone was suddenly serious. “You got the answers I want, and how do you know I’m some hero, huh? My universe could be different, right?” No, he totally was a hero.

Pytor stops and turns around. “In every universe, you are a hero except one. That universe is mine. So pardon me, if I don’t trust you”

He raised an eyebrow. “Oh, I get it now. You think we’re all the same, right?” He leaned on a nearby wall. “Let me guess, you’re some vigilante right? Think you’re doing everything right? Doing what your heroes can’t.”

“That is exactly correct” Pytor growls. “Now leave before I lose my patience”

He gave that signature smirk… the slightly annoying one. “No, I don’t think I will.”

Russian. He had to think for a few minutes, scrounging through the very little Russian he knew. “I understood about two words of that. Who and you. So I’m going to assume you’re asking who I am.”

He sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. Of course this version of Peter didn’t know who he was. That’s okay. “Tony Stark.”

Pytor growls and switches to English. “Iron man. I have heard about you” he keeps his gun trained on your chest, gaze never wavering

“Yeah, I bet. Your universe has one of me, then?” He raised an eyebrow. “Dunno what you think you’re gonna do with that, kid. Got an arc reactor right where that thing is trained, you shoot it I just replace it.” If he was shot it’d probably kill him, but he didn’t need to know that.

Pytor slowly lowers his gun. “What do you want, Stark?” He says, his accent slipping through

“What do I want? That’s a loaded question kid. World peace, for starters, but we don’t get that.” He gave his signature smirk after that response. “You’re not my ‘kid,’ that much is obvious.” He narrowed his eyes. “Though you look a whole lot like him. How about… you and I have a little chat about this universe, huh? Don’t know a whole lot about where I am right now.”

“I don’t talk to heros” Pytor spits the last word out as he starts to walk away

“Woah, woah. Not so fast kid. We aren’t done talking here.” His tone was suddenly serious. “You got the answers I want, and how do you know I’m some hero, huh? My universe could be different, right?” No, he totally was a hero.

Pytor stops and turns around. “In every universe, you are a hero except one. That universe is mine. So pardon me, if I don’t trust you”

He raised an eyebrow. “Oh, I get it now. You think we’re all the same, right?” He leaned on a nearby wall. “Let me guess, you’re some vigilante right? Think you’re doing everything right? Doing what your heroes can’t.”

Russian. He had to think for a few minutes, scrounging through the very little Russian he knew. “I understood about two words of that. Who and you. So I’m going to assume you’re asking who I am.”

He sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. Of course this version of Peter didn’t know who he was. That’s okay. “Tony Stark.”

Pytor growls and switches to English. “Iron man. I have heard about you” he keeps his gun trained on your chest, gaze never wavering

“Yeah, I bet. Your universe has one of me, then?” He raised an eyebrow. “Dunno what you think you’re gonna do with that, kid. Got an arc reactor right where that thing is trained, you shoot it I just replace it.” If he was shot it’d probably kill him, but he didn’t need to know that.

Pytor slowly lowers his gun. “What do you want, Stark?” He says, his accent slipping through

“What do I want? That’s a loaded question kid. World peace, for starters, but we don’t get that.” He gave his signature smirk after that response. “You’re not my ‘kid,’ that much is obvious.” He narrowed his eyes. “Though you look a whole lot like him. How about… you and I have a little chat about this universe, huh? Don’t know a whole lot about where I am right now.”

“I don’t talk to heros” Pytor spits the last word out as he starts to walk away

“Woah, woah. Not so fast kid. We aren’t done talking here.” His tone was suddenly serious. “You got the answers I want, and how do you know I’m some hero, huh? My universe could be different, right?” No, he totally was a hero.

Russian. He had to think for a few minutes, scrounging through the very little Russian he knew. “I understood about two words of that. Who and you. So I’m going to assume you’re asking who I am.”

He sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. Of course this version of Peter didn’t know who he was. That’s okay. “Tony Stark.”

Pytor growls and switches to English. “Iron man. I have heard about you” he keeps his gun trained on your chest, gaze never wavering

“Yeah, I bet. Your universe has one of me, then?” He raised an eyebrow. “Dunno what you think you’re gonna do with that, kid. Got an arc reactor right where that thing is trained, you shoot it I just replace it.” If he was shot it’d probably kill him, but he didn’t need to know that.

Pytor slowly lowers his gun. “What do you want, Stark?” He says, his accent slipping through

“What do I want? That’s a loaded question kid. World peace, for starters, but we don’t get that.” He gave his signature smirk after that response. “You’re not my ‘kid,’ that much is obvious.” He narrowed his eyes. “Though you look a whole lot like him. How about… you and I have a little chat about this universe, huh? Don’t know a whole lot about where I am right now.”

Russian. He had to think for a few minutes, scrounging through the very little Russian he knew. “I understood about two words of that. Who and you. So I’m going to assume you’re asking who I am.”

He sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. Of course this version of Peter didn’t know who he was. That’s okay. “Tony Stark.”

Pytor growls and switches to English. “Iron man. I have heard about you” he keeps his gun trained on your chest, gaze never wavering

“Yeah, I bet. Your universe has one of me, then?” He raised an eyebrow. “Dunno what you think you’re gonna do with that, kid. Got an arc reactor right where that thing is trained, you shoot it I just replace it.” If he was shot it’d probably kill him, but he didn’t need to know that.

Russian. He had to think for a few minutes, scrounging through the very little Russian he knew. “I understood about two words of that. Who and you. So I’m going to assume you’re asking who I am.”

He sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. Of course this version of Peter didn’t know who he was. That’s okay. “Tony Stark.”

Doing okay, i guess. Life is boring now-

Boring? You? Never woulda expected that one.

"Shit- hi."

"Uhm... Hi..." They step back quickly.

"Not a stalker or anything, J told me where to find ya."

"Jarvis? YOU TOLD ON ME!"

"Traitor!"

"Hey, I'm not gonna do anything bad. Just here to ... say hey?"

"You're that... That uhm... Weird tech guy. Stony Ark. Or something." Their heavy Russian accent is very noticeable.

He chuckled. "Uh, Tony Stark, but yeah. The one and only. In the flesh. I know, it's great to meet me." He quipped, trying to make a joke. "Uh... it's Cameron, yeah?"

They pout. "Yes. Cameron. Asset ST0N3. Medusa. Whatever you want to call me."

"Right, yeah. Tony. But I just said that I guess." He coughed awkwardly. "You uh... know anything about your family n' stuff?"

"No. I only know HYDRA."

"Right... right, okay."

Their eyes narrow. "Why's you wanna know anyways?" Poke. Poke. Poke. Poke. Yes they started repeatedly poking Tony. Sue them. Actually don't do that they have no money.

"I don't know. I think you might be related to a variant of mine."

"Whats a variant?"

“Uh… basically there’s different versions of me.”

"Weird." Their nose scrunches.

“I… guess that’s a word for it.”

"So you're like what? My Отец or something?

“Your what?”

"Shit- hi."

"Uhm... Hi..." They step back quickly.

"Not a stalker or anything, J told me where to find ya."

"Jarvis? YOU TOLD ON ME!"

"Traitor!"

"Hey, I'm not gonna do anything bad. Just here to ... say hey?"

"You're that... That uhm... Weird tech guy. Stony Ark. Or something." Their heavy Russian accent is very noticeable.

He chuckled. "Uh, Tony Stark, but yeah. The one and only. In the flesh. I know, it's great to meet me." He quipped, trying to make a joke. "Uh... it's Cameron, yeah?"

They pout. "Yes. Cameron. Asset ST0N3. Medusa. Whatever you want to call me."

"Right, yeah. Tony. But I just said that I guess." He coughed awkwardly. "You uh... know anything about your family n' stuff?"

"No. I only know HYDRA."

"Right... right, okay."

Their eyes narrow. "Why's you wanna know anyways?" Poke. Poke. Poke. Poke. Yes they started repeatedly poking Tony. Sue them. Actually don't do that they have no money.

"I don't know. I think you might be related to a variant of mine."

"Whats a variant?"

“Uh… basically there’s different versions of me.”

"Weird." Their nose scrunches.

“I… guess that’s a word for it.”

"Shit- hi."

"Uhm... Hi..." They step back quickly.

"Not a stalker or anything, J told me where to find ya."

"Jarvis? YOU TOLD ON ME!"

"Traitor!"

"Hey, I'm not gonna do anything bad. Just here to ... say hey?"

"You're that... That uhm... Weird tech guy. Stony Ark. Or something." Their heavy Russian accent is very noticeable.

He chuckled. "Uh, Tony Stark, but yeah. The one and only. In the flesh. I know, it's great to meet me." He quipped, trying to make a joke. "Uh... it's Cameron, yeah?"

They pout. "Yes. Cameron. Asset ST0N3. Medusa. Whatever you want to call me."

"Right, yeah. Tony. But I just said that I guess." He coughed awkwardly. "You uh... know anything about your family n' stuff?"

"No. I only know HYDRA."

"Right... right, okay."

Their eyes narrow. "Why's you wanna know anyways?" Poke. Poke. Poke. Poke. Yes they started repeatedly poking Tony. Sue them. Actually don't do that they have no money.

"I don't know. I think you might be related to a variant of mine."

"Whats a variant?"

“Uh… basically there’s different versions of me.”