"I want your help with something. You get to play with cool parts and sodder some crap together in positions your Aunt May would be very upset with me about, you get free lunch and liquid refreshments, and I get some reduced-cost labor."

Tony oozed into the apartment like he owned the building. Tony usually did.

"Come on. Get moving. You're younger than me, where's your boundless, optimistic youth? Come on."

Tony moved Peter in the direction of his wardrobe, before starting to go through his kitchen cupboards, searching for boxed cereal.