In the next moment, the sleek armor was drawn back into the arc reactor in a rolling wave. Tony tugged the bottom of his hoodie up, working it up over his head. "Did I stutter?"

Extended the article of clothing Peter's way, he fought the urge to stick a finger or two in the boy's gaping mouth. "This my one, so no spazzing."

What Tony kept to himself that, in lieu of any proper testing back home, he was always on the lookout to gather more data about his suit. Impressing his protege was nice, and observing Mark 50 from the outside was just a bonus.