Steve Rogers stepped forward, practical as ever. “Who’s been in the tower since last night?”
“Okay, in my defense,” Peter squeaked, “I made a sandwich at 10 PM. And I thought the card was a new type of web-cartridge prototype. It was just lying on the counter! So I… I might have used it to spread the peanut butter. It’s really rigid! Great for chunky style. Then I dropped it, panicked, and it slid under the fridge.”
“FRIDAY, analyze residue.”
“Under the fridge.”
Natasha buried her face in her hands. Steve looked like he was questioning every life choice that led him to this moment. Thor offered Peter another Pop-Tart.
Thor, munching on a Pop-Tart, squinted. “Why not simply ask the drawer who took it?”
“Peter stopped by to fix his web-shooters,” FRIDAY listed. “Colonel Rhodes reviewed flight logs. Dr. Banner ran a simulation until 2 AM. And Vision… was meditating in the east wing.” avengers tool missing smart card
As the team dispersed, Tony walked back to his lab, muttering. “Avengers tool missing smart card. Should’ve just said ‘Peter was hungry.’ Would’ve saved me four hours.”
“Shut up, FRIDAY.”
Everyone turned to look at the youngest Avenger, who suddenly found the ceiling very interesting. Steve Rogers stepped forward, practical as ever
“You’re telling me,” Natasha Romanoff said slowly, “that the most advanced piece of tech in this building is locked behind a card the size of a library card, and you lost it?”
Tony Stark stood in front of the main assembly table, arms crossed, helmet off, looking more agitated than when Thanos had thrown a moon at him.
One by one, they were questioned. Peter swore on Aunt May’s churro recipe that he never touched the drawer. Rhodey called Tony a “drama queen” via comms. Bruce admitted he heard a soft click around 11 PM but assumed it was the coffee machine. It was just lying on the counter
FRIDAY chimed in helpfully: “Shall I add ‘peanut butter-proof casing’ to the Excalibur’s next iteration?”