[for Peter] Test number one.

[notawastedlife]

There were a lot of good reasons not to trust Aperture Science technology further than he could throw it. Less, in fact, because they made pretty lightweight tech, and even without the armor he could probably toss it reasonably far. And was frequently tempted to; this tech had cost them a good man. That was the first reason

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[daretodo]

Normally, I might be the voice of reason in a situation like this. Tony's experiments aren't exactly the sort of things you'd spot at an elementary school science fair. They're dangerous, and because he's the one doing the experimenting, probably ill-planned for if something goes wrong. I mean, the last time he fired up an untested device, he nearly blew up the island and discovered a space station (that nearly blew up the island again), so to stay I have high hopes of this going without hitch would probably be stretching it.

Whether he wants to admit it or not, we're both working way outside our respective fields, here, ripping holes through time and space -- or trying to, at any rate. This is a job for Reed Richards or Doc Strange, but fortunately for them (and unfortunately for us), they haven't been stuck in a pocket dimension for over two years (three for Tony), so we're on our own.

But while, like I said, I might normally be the voice of reason, I have a lot banking on this working, without a hitch or not. I've been stuck

[notawastedlife]

"If we had roads, wouldn't need the show," Tony said, skimming down the diagnostic readout the computer he had hooked up to the device was giving him. It wasn't so much his math he felt he had to check -- although a lot of it was new, he'd had to build it special, this was not his usual field -- as it was evidence of tampering. That it was still his math.

He wasn't worried about Peter messing with anything. His concern was... external factors.

"This is completely off-road. Okay, I'm warming her up."

[daretodo]

"She wasn't warm already?" I ask, hovering, now, right behind him, to read the data from over his shoulder. I'm a ball of nervous energy, fidgety, especially spider-like. Not because I'm nervous, per se, though I'd be pretty nuts not to be, I guess, considering. I mean, it's not every day you try to rip a hole to another universe.

Well, unless you're Reed Richards, but I've already established that we're not.

"C'mon, let's do some science! Break barriers! Show this island what for with the ol' one-two of intellect and elbow grease."

I pantomime a couple of punches in emphasis, all aimed carefully away from Tony's head. We don't need any more concussions.

[notawastedlife]

"Go... spin a web in a corner, you're weirding me out," Tony said, shooting Peter an askance look over his shoulder as he hit a few buttons and let the portal device start humming as power hit the circuits.

It didn't fire on its own and open a portal to the vacuum of deep space -- the last place it had been set to shoot for, after all -- which was something he rather appreciated.

Would have been kind of exciting, though.

"We'll be breaking barriers... momentarily. Any second now. Actually, any second now, as soon as the repulsor injection system is online."