I'll let you win (a falsettos x marvel au)

Chapter 7: a little bit of cinnamon

Won't be able to update for a hot minute, I'm going on holidoodles.

Marvin had been working non- stop all week, only eating if Whizzer forced him to. He awoke from his daze of work as his head began to pound from his lack of food, sleep and drink so he yawned, reaching for his crutches that he kept hidden under the desk in his office. He massaged his temples, taking off his glasses and leaving them on the desk as he got up, slowly making his way to the coffee machine at the other end of the room, and switching it on.

"THEA, what's the time?" He asked the empty room, yawning mid sentence.
"Twelve minutes past two AM." The disembodied voice replied instantly.

Marvin sighed and hobbled out of his office to his main lab work floor, walking through his employees work for the day, and stopped when he reached the workbench that belonged to his boyfriend, smiling as he smelt Whizzers distinctive mix of his lemongrass aftershave and mint gum- which somehow smelt so good together. Out of the corner of his eye he saw the flash of pink, a shade Whizzer would never use on his desk, so he rifled through the papers in a pile before he found it. The sticky note had his own handwriting quickly scrawled over it and was peeling slightly, as though it had been peeled and unpeeled several times. He removed it and gasped as he was able to see the whole picture.

A beautiful and sharp sketch of a new iron man suit, mainly gold but with dark red metallic accents across different panels of it. Marvin smiled at how talented Whizzer was before he heard the sound of his coffee machine beeping. Being careful to not crease the paper, he limped back to his office, having trouble picking up the mug of black coffee whilst using the crutches and holding the new design, so he gave up, downing the whole thing. He winced as he tongue scorched and tingled from the burning sensation before he slowly walked to the keypad on the other side of the room, trying to use his crutches as little as possible. It only took a second to type the four digit password, two zero zero one, and the door opened.

He was saddened at the view, the iron man suit that was falling apart. Marvin sighed at the inevitability that he was retiring yet another suit and got to work, scanning the sketch into a large computer , using it to create a three dimensional model and began to make a couple of tweaks and adjustment. Once he was happy with the design, he pressed several buttons and instantly the large machine in the centre of the room began to break apart the suit, the long arms whizzing around at breakneck speed. He sat back in the rotating office chair and watched the process of his suit being remade, concentrating how the arms would work almost like a 3D printer.

He fell asleep as he watched only to be woken at four AM by the intercom system.

"Spiderman has been spotted over Times Square." She announced and Marvin quickly got into the finished suit, smiling at how sleek the latest design was.

"Aight, take me to him."

-

"Ayy Spidey, haven't seen you in a while!" Iron Man yelled as he caught up to Spider-Man, flying alongside the swinging boy.

"Yeah Man! Where you been?" Spiderman replied, narrowly missing a streetlight.

"Oh you know-" iron Man replied in a joke tone "-not much, the norm, getting shot."

"What the fuck!" Spiderman yelled in surprise, almost letting go of his web in shock, "tell me everything!"

The pair reached a natural stopping point and sat on the roof of the building, its curved edges and gorgeous view of the dark city providing a peace the was not usually found in New York.

"It wasn't too bad, I've been shot before." Spiderman pulled up his ski mask over his mouth and from his basketball shorts pocket, took out a joint, lit it and offered it to iron man, who instantly took it. "Also I'm loving the street art, reminds me of my son."