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Y'all, the world is sleeping on what NASA just pulled off with Voyager 1

The probe has been sending gibberish science data back to Earth, and scientists feared it was just the probe finally dying. You know, after working for 50 GODDAMN YEARS and LEAVING THE GODDAMN SOLAR SYSTEM and STILL CHURNING OUT GODDAMN DATA.

So they analyzed the gibberish and realized that in it was a total readout of EVERYTHING ON THE PROBE. Data, the programming, hardware specs and status, everything. They realized that one of the chips was malfunctioning.

So what do you do when your probe is 22 Billion km away and needs a fix? Why, you just REPROGRAM THAT ENTIRE GODDAMN THING. Told it to avoid the bad chip, store the data elsewhere.

Sent the new code on April 18th. Got a response on April 20th - yeah, it's so far away that it took that long just to transmit.

And the probe is working again.

From a programmer's perspective, that may be the most fucking impressive thing I have ever heard.

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Peter parker is Stephen strange biological son.

That's news to Tony.

Anon, I’m afraid you have accidentally run directly into a pet peeve I have about how this particular trope is sometimes handled and, more generally, about how a lot of people place a ridiculous amount of importance on biological relationships. You may have had (and likely did have!) ideas for this prompt that go a totally different direction, but the pet peeves demanded this response, so here we go.

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Tony and Stephen are having breakfast together in the Sanctum when Peter pokes his head in the kitchen door. “Hey, Doctor Strange?” he says, a little nervously. “I, uh, need a favor, but it can wait if you’re busy.” He glances at Tony.

“Now is fine, Peter,” Stephen says. “What do you need?”

“It’s just information but, uh, you might consider it… private? information.” Peter glances at Tony again.

Tony glances from Peter to Stephen and back. He’s definitely missing something here.

“It’s alright, Peter,” Stephen says. “I don’t mind if Tony knows. It just hasn’t come up yet.”

Peter’s whole face relaxes in relief. “Okay, cool! I wanted to ask if you could tell me about your medical history? Mom hardly remembered anything about you, and especially now with the spider powers, I feel like more information is probably a good thing.”

This does not clarify things. “Why do you need Stephen’s medical history for that?” Tony asks.

“Peter is my biological son,” Stephen says calmly, and sips his tea.

Tony stares. “You’re his dad? And you never thought to mention this?”

“Uh, Mister Stark?” Peter interrupts with an upraised finder. “My dad was Richard Parker. And maybe kind of Uncle Ben, although I never called him that. Doctor Strange is… he’s like…” Peter’s face screwed up in frustration.

“Like a sperm donor,” Stephen suggested. “Although mediated by alcohol and a one night stand, rather than a sperm bank,” he said dryly.

Peter winces. “Please don’t mention the one night stand. That was my mom.”

“I don’t understand how you two are so calm about this,” Tony said. “This is—”

“A medical detail,” Stephen said firmly. “Look, Peter found me a little more than a year ago, not long before my accident. He had questions, but he wasn’t looking for a parent, and I wasn’t looking for a child. Family is about taking care of each other, not about genetics.”

Tony still feels a little at sea, but Peter is nodding along. Then he gets a thoughtful look on his face. “Although, there’s some taking care going on now, I guess?” He shrugs. “Who knows how things will go? But that’s a totally separate thing.”

“Who knows,” Tony repeats, but he’s thinking, now, about families being something you can build instead of something you’re stuck with.

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All the Presidents of the United States are resurrected in the far future with their last memory being at the point of their death but in refreshed, youthful bodies. They’re dumped on a planet where they are told they must kill each other, Hunger Games style, until only one survivor remains…

#i'd argue there's a small chance that Teddy would be taken out while rolling on the ground with laughter at the mere sight of some of them

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I have been waiting all year to post this.

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you bottle Miette??

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If you would like a prompt: Tony keeping Stephen's hands warm as they walk through a park or something in cold weather? Like fall/autumn or winter? I think it would be super cute.

Also, I love your drabbles and stories! <3

Thank you so much! Tony's a *little* oblivious here, but he gets with the program...

“This doesn’t need fixing, Tony,” Stephen snapped.

Tony froze, hands stuck in an aborted gesture and his words about thermal regulation cutting off. Confusion furrowed his brow. “You said your hands were cold,” he said slowly. “I know that makes your pain worse. You need better gloves. You don’t… want them?”

Stephen ran a hand over his face. Tony saw the world in terms of how it could be made better. Stephen loved that about him, but sometimes Tony just saw too big. “Tony. I wanted you to hold my hand.”

Tony stared at him, bafflement in his eyes. “What?”

“When I said my hands were cold, I wanted you to offer to ‘keep my hands warm’,” Stephen said. “I wanted to hold your hand.”

Tony blinked in confusion. “Why didn’t you say so?”

“I thought I’d been obvious,” Stephen muttered. Not obvious enough, clearly.

Tony took Stephen’s hands with his own. “All right then. Let me try again.” He smiled crookedly at Stephen as he brought Stephen’s hands up to kiss his knuckles. Stephen’s heart melted. “Let me keep your hands warm, Stephen.” He paused, looking conflicted. “I’m still making you better gloves, though. Just in case.”

Stephen laughed.

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