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“Okay, in my defense,” Peter squeaked, “I made a sandwich at 10 PM. And I thought the card was a new type of web-cartridge prototype. It was just lying on the counter! So I… I might have used it to spread the peanut butter. It’s really rigid! Great for chunky style. Then I dropped it, panicked, and it slid under the fridge.”
“See? Stolen. Or borrowed without permission. Which is just theft with a smile.”
Silence.
“FRIDAY, analyze residue.”
“You used a billion-dollar encryption key as a spreader .”
“Under the fridge.”
FRIDAY chimed in helpfully: “Shall I add ‘peanut butter-proof casing’ to the Excalibur’s next iteration?” avengers tool missing smart card
One by one, they were questioned. Peter swore on Aunt May’s churro recipe that he never touched the drawer. Rhodey called Tony a “drama queen” via comms. Bruce admitted he heard a soft click around 11 PM but assumed it was the coffee machine.
Tony scanned the card. It was intact. But then he noticed a faint, greasy smear on one edge.
Tony took a deep breath. “New rule: no one under twenty-five touches anything platinum. And Peter—you’re on fridge-cleaning duty for a month.” “Okay, in my defense,” Peter squeaked, “I made
As the team dispersed, Tony walked back to his lab, muttering. “Avengers tool missing smart card. Should’ve just said ‘Peter was hungry.’ Would’ve saved me four hours.”
Everyone turned to look at the youngest Avenger, who suddenly found the ceiling very interesting.