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Peter's Wisdom Teeth Removal *hilarious*

 The video opens to Peter and Tony sitting on the couch. Peter is sitting with his legs drawn up to his chest, clutching Lady close. He looks terrified. Tony is much more relaxed, and looks a little exasperated.

"Hey, guys," Tony says, after Peter doesn't say anything. "Welcome back to the Ironfam. Today is the day that Peter gets his wisdom teeth removed. Clearly, he's overjoyed."

"I don't like needles," Peter says, his voice muffled by Lady's head. "Or surgical procedures of any kind."

"Anyway," Tony turns back to the camera. "Peter's freaking out a little, but it has to be done, so... here we are. We're just getting it done here in the tower MedBay, because I have better doctors than anywhere else anyway, and it's much more convenient. We've got to be there in, like, twenty minutes, we just thought we'd film the intro."

"I don't wanna do this," Peter whines into Lady's fur.

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Tony is sitting by himself in what looks very similar to a hospital waiting room.

"So, I'm sorry, guys," he says. "I didn't get any more footage of before the surgery. Peter was freaking out, and I was trying to calm him down, and... it was all a mess, but it's all good now! I calmed Peter down, and he's in surgery right now. And everything's going fine, so... we just have to wait for him to come out of it!"

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Peter is lying on some sort of hospital bed. He has gauze stuffed in his mouth, which has puffed out his cheeks and made him look rather like a chipmunk. He's staring up at the ceiling, blinking in astonishment.

"Hey, Pete," Tony says, his voice already thick with amusement. "How are you doing?"

Peter turns to Tony, his eyes wide, blinking owlishly.

"Dad?" he asks, his voice slightly muffled by the gauze. "Dad, there's a bad guy over there. And they took..." he hesitates, glancing at the doctor working by a table, his back turned to Peter for a moment. Peter leans in, his voice dropping to a whisper. "They took my tongue."

Tony snorts, but manages to cover it as a sneeze.

"Your tongue is fine, Peter, it's in your mouth," he says. "It's how you're talking to me."

"Oh." Peter stares at the ceiling some more. Suddenly, he sits bolt upright. "Dad, we have to go to MJ's house!"

"Oh?" Tony asks, amused. "Why?"

"Because," Peter says, leaning back on his pillows but staying tense. "Because, she, uh... she was sad today."

"She was?" Tony asks, sounding amused, but concern is laced throughout. "Why was she sad today, buddy?"

"I, uh..." Peter stares straight ahead, his eyes going out of focus. "I don't remember. But it was important! I told her I was going to come right before the bad guy poked me!"

"Before the bad guy poked you?" Tony asks, confused now.

"Yeah, he poked me," Peter stabs at the bandaid on his arm covering the spot where the IV went in. "He poked me and I fell asleep and now I can't remember why MJ was sad!"

Peter's eyes fill with tears as he speaks, jabbing at his arm harder and harder.

"Okay, okay, buddy, calm down," Tony grabs his arm, stopping Peter from hitting himself. "How about we call Ned and MJ, huh? They can come here."

"Really?" Peter looks up at Tony, his eyes teary, as a few tears escape down his cheeks. "They can... they can come here?"

"Yes?" Tony says uncertainly. "They've come here before."