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Eat It or Wear It

The video opens with Tony and Peter standing behind a counter. They are apparently in Tony's kitchen, on the penthouse level of Stark Industries. There are several numbered bags lined up in rows around them, as well as a bowl full of slips of paper.

"Hey, guys!" Peter says excitedly. "My name is Peter Parker, and this is Mr. Stark,"

"Kid," Tony interrupts, rolling his eyes. "Mr. Stark? Really?"

"What else am I supposed to call you?"

"Hm, I dunno, Peter. Why not, maybe, Tony? As I've told you a dozen times?"

"Why would I do that?"

"Peter-"

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"Anyway, guys, now that my identity has been leaked onto the internet, we thought it would be fun to make this YouTube channel!" Peter says.

"Peter thought it would be fun." Tony says. "Just making that clear. This is entirely Peter's idea."

"Come on, Mr. Stark, you know it's going to be fun."

"Do I?"

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"So, I really don't know how I convinced Mr. Stark to do this, but for our first video, we're going to be doing the Eat It or Wear It challenge," Peter picks up as though the cut had never happened. "So we've got ten food items here. Five are good, and five are bad. We don't actually know what they are, because we got Natasha and Clint to go pick them out for us. And, I think we should probably be a little afraid, because Clint is brutal. I wouldn't be surprised if he 'forgot' to get any good idems."

"If he did, I'll kill him for you," Tony offers.

"Mr. Stark, I'm not going to let you kill Clint."

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"We numbered the bags, obviously, and we put the numbers on little slips of paper and put them in this bowl, to decide what food we get," Peter explains. "And I've got Siri to pick if we have to eat or wear the food. Eat is 1, wear is 2, and I'm just going to ask her 1 or 2, and see what we get. And we're gonna roll a die to see who goes first. Highest roll goes first. Ready, Mr. Stark?"

"As I'll ever be," Tony says, and rolls the die.

"So Mr. Stark rolled a four," Peter informs the camera. "So I've got to roll either a five or a six to win."

"I think they know how numbers work, Pete."

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Peter rolls the die. He watches it bounce around on the counter, before coming to a stop. Slowly, he stands up to look at it, and begins cheering.

"A six! I win, Mr. Stark!"

"Yeah, yeah, just pick a number, Peter." Tony sounds amused.

Peter closes his eyes and sticks his hand into the bowl of paper. When he withdraws it, he unfolds it and shows it to the camera. "Eight. So now, we've just got to... find... the bag..."

He stands up, checking all the bags, until Tony drops one in front of him.

"Here," he says.

Peter takes a deep breath, before reaching into the bag and pulling out a plate. On the plate is a white-ish, brown-ish meat.

"Ew," Peter says, wrinkling his nose. "It's salmon."

Tony looks at someone behind the camera. "Are you kidding me?" he asks. "We are both allergic to fish, Barton. What the hell."