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[madeupnames]

R-right. Got it.

[Oh my god, Tony's trusting him with this kinda thing. This is intensely beyond anything he's gotten to do with equipment like this (outside of, um, removing trackers and stuff, but we don't talk about that snafu). He nods more confidently.]

I can handle heavier webshooters, if it makes the webshooting distance longer.

[He taps in some calculations with a more steady hand.]

And maybe make have a way to adjust the eyes to darker tints instead of only just being able to slit, because there are certain times of the day where there's way too much light filtering through — it's not really that bad for other people, but it can be a really painful glare if I'm up high without any cover.

[Imagine looking towards the sun when you're swinging through the city, with dialed 11 senses, y'know?]

[buildsomething]

Putting in light filters seems easy enough.

[And Tony's just got his arms folded now, watching Peter work things through with a look of faint bemusement. He's not entirely sure how they've ended up here, but it's not like Tony minds. Getting to work with someone with a different perspective is always a pleasure, and Peter's a quick kid.]

It's not really weight I'm worried about. You put more pressure into those things and eventually they're going to explode no matter what they're made of. Unless you happen to have some vibranium lying around.

[madeupnames]

[Oh lord, he practically sparkles at Tony.]

Mr. Stark. Vibranium webshooters.

[Look what you're doing, you're putting things in his head.]

[buildsomething]

...yeah I don't have any vibranium either, let's remember.

[Important engineering lesson -- gotta work with what you have. Or invent something new, but that's the advanced course.]

Why don't we try to look at something better than pressurized?

[madeupnames]

Right, sorry. [He wags a pen, where'd he get a pen.] Point.

Something better than pressurized. There's something better than pressurized?

[And so, the brave young buck and older bundle of anxiety and beard have started a brave new trek for better spider suits. And here you thought this was gonna be just mending a sleeve, huh? This is gonna be a lot of used paper (don't even judge him for writing things down, he focuses better on paper).

... Either way, he's passed out at a desk covered in schematics in a few hours.]