Peter: *bursts Into Tonys Lab With A Plate While On Three Monster Drinks*

Peter: *bursts into Tony’s lab with a plate while on three Monster Drinks*

Peter: You’re not a dish *smashes plate on the wall* you’re a mAN!

Tony, frightened: Th-Thank you??

No one:

Absolutely no one:

Not a single soul:

Lesbians:

Peter: You know, I wake up in the morning and I’m disappointed. I don’t choke on my food at lunch, I’m disappointed. I make it to dinner, I’m disappointed.

Tony, calling the therapist again: Hi, I’d like to schedule another appointment.

If it comes down to self sacrifice:

Tony: I’ll do it.

Steve: No Tony, I will.

An hour later...

Tony: No, I’M GONNA DIE FOR YOU ALL!

Steve: NO THIS HAS BEEN MY SPECIALITY SINCE THE 30’S

Tony: BITCH I JUST WANNA DIE BUT APPARENTLY THATS ToO mUcH tO aSk FoR—

My un Marvel friend after hearing me talk about the sun shining on Loki and Thor:

Tony: So I’m sitting there—

Peter’s Mind: Don’t say it, don’t say it, don’t say it, don’t say it, don’t say it, don’t say it, don’t say it, don’t say it, don’t say it, don’t say it, don’t say it—

Peter, trying as much as he could to stop: Tittyque sauce on my barbe.

Tony, concerned: Peter what tHe FuCk—