Chapter 1
It was 3:00 AM, and Peter Parker still hadn’t fallen asleep. His mind was going haywire, coming up with the most random ideas. Turning on the light beside his bed, he grabbed a random notepad and started jotting down everything that came to mind.
The biggest question was this: Did magnets stick to Tony Stark’s chest, since he had a whole lot of metal in it, if the metal was magnetic. Also, would magnets stick to Bucky’s arm, since it is metal. How many magnets could he put on Bucky’s arm without him noticing?
Eventually, Peter put aside the notepad, and turned off the light. Finally, he fell asleep.
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Peter was woken up the next morning by Clint, who had dropped from the vents and was looking through the notepad that Peter had written on the night before.
“Now, that’s a good question.” Clint inspected the notepad.
Peter looked up with bleary eyes. “Wha?”
“Whether magnets would stick to Tony’s arc reactor or not.” Clint sat down on the bed next to Peter.
Peter sat up, still not quite awake. “I don’t know how I might be able to figure out how to do it, though. It’s not like I can just go up to Mr. Stark and just ask him if magnets stick to his arc reactor.”
“Nah, kid you’ve asked crazier things from him.” Clint got up from his seat. “Now, I can help you with the second question.”
Confusion crossed Peter’s face. “What one was that? I forgot.”
Clint grinned. “How many magnets you could put on Bucky’s arm without him noticing.”
Peter got out of his bed and took the notepad from Clint. “Oh, yeah. What were you thinking of?”
Clint only laughed to himself and said, “You’ll see.” He then walked back across the room to the opened vent.
“Wait. Why were you in my room anyways?” Peter questioned.
“Steve made pancakes!” yelled Clint, as he disappeared into the vents once again, replacing the cover and scurrying off.
Peter then headed down for breakfast.
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Peter looked up from his plate of pancakes to see Tony sitting in front of him.
“Mr. Stark?” He asked.
“Yeah, kid?” Tony looked up from his own plate.
“Do magnets stick to your arc reactor?” Peter felt pretty stupid as he asked it, but it was too late to turn back now.
“I don’t know. I’ve never tried.” Tony leaned on his elbows, deep in thought. “Probably. How about this. Once we are done with breakfast, you can come down to the lab with me and we can find out.”
Peter nodded, and turned back to his pancakes.
Meanwhile, Clint was going through the tower, stealing all of the magnets he could.
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Tony rummaged through the piles of junk that dominated most of the counter space in his lab.
Eventually, he came up with a couple of smaller magnets, about the size of a quarter.
Peter pulled out his phone to record, as Tony found even more magnets.
“You going to film this?” Tony asked.
“For science.” Peter responded.
He started recording as Tony took the first magnet and placed it on the arc reactor sticking out from his chest. The magnet stuck.
Tony took another and stuck it on too. Another, and another. He laughed as he was able to stick every single magnet he had found to his chest.
Peter finished recording, and sent the video to both Tony and Clint.
“Does that answer your question, Peter?” Tony asked.
Peter grinned, as he ran off to find out what Clint was up to. “Yes, Mr. Stark, it does.”