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Pew! Peter shuddered and hurriedly pressed his palm against his mouth when the shooter, who was so thoughtlessly rubbing in his hands as if confirming his words, fired a sharp shot. And a white, sticky web blindfolded Tony's whole chest and right arm. The room was so quiet, you could hear a pin fall. Peter was sure that everyone in the room was finally convinced that he had just signed his own death warrant. A few months ago, he himself would have thought the same thing. But now he was trying his best not to laugh...

Peter's ears were littered, and Flash was starting to look like a dumped-out fish. When they were done with the questions, Kate took their class into the hallway. - Now,- she started, - you and I will look at the labs above where... - she didn't have time to finish the sentence. - That sounds very interesting, and it sounds like a plan in general, - a voice that Peter knew too well was heard, and everyone turned around instantly to see the one and only Tony Stark lazily leaning against the wall...

Peter sighed, forcing himself to ignore the gazing. Surprisingly, the first half of the tour even managed to avoid clashes. He stayed one step closer to Ned and M.J., trying to stay close to Miss Warren, because Flash wasn't stupid enough to try to mock Peter out when she could hear. So he was even able to enjoy the tour. Even though he knew a lot of what Kate was talking about, she was very interesting and he had never been to IT before, so it was cool. It wasn't until they took a break for lunch...

- Most of the building is occupied by the R&D department, IT department and laboratories. There are other departments, such as accounting, sales or human resources, but they do not take up much space, as their units are also in other assets of the company. And, for example, the production hall is not represented in this building at all. You might have noticed the number one on your badge. It is only present on the guest badges to indicate the lowest level of security clearance. Employees' badges usually have only the name of the department in which they work...

Peter giggled, feeling his cheeks flushed instantly. - It's just that I get along well with everyone. I'm sorry, I know I saw you, but I can't remember your name. - Oh, nothing, I probably didn't even introduce myself. My name is Kate Layberg. Well, what are you doing here, anyway? You don't usually come down here. - Yeah, well, I'm just waiting for my class, we've had a tour here this morning at 9:00 a.m., - Peter shook his shoulders, and Kate's eyebrow kicked out. - Midtown High School? - I...

- Actually, I wasn't spreading anything personally, but you were, - Peter said angrily, but Flash had already moved on. Ned just shook his head and looked at him with sympathy. - Wait a while, and he'll know everything. Peter nodded, and they continued their way to the lockers. - Hi, May! - Peter shouted as he entered the apartment, where the delicious smell of pizza fell upon him. - Hello, darling! How was school? - May from the living room answered, and Peter hurriedly threw his shoes down on the couch, throwing his backpack on the floor...

- Hello, Ned! Peter! The director sent me a letter that he received last night from Stark Industries with an official invitation to the tour. I... oh, I don't even know how to thank you. I hope you didn't have to pull too many strings to get things organized so quickly. - She was worried about her, clapping Peter's shoulder, and he just wrapped his head in a hurry. He still didn't like the excursion... but the woman's sincere gratitude and anxiety helped him to understand that maybe it wasn't all that bad...

- You haven't called me Mr. Stark in months, kid. We kind of went through this stage. So I can only assume that you've got yourself into something. - Oh, no, it's okay. It's just a question for Mr. Stark, not for Tony, - Peter laughed, and the uncertainty he felt when he took it off with his hand. Tony leaned over the table, and the corners of his lips twitched. - About how? So we have a business question here? All right, spill it. - Something like that. And you don't have to agree! It's just,...

- Peter, can you stay a few minutes? - asked Miss Warren when the students were leaving the class in a hurry, and Peter threw a worried look at Ned, and the thoughts began to spin in her head. Did he do something wrong? I don't think so. Over the past two weeks, he hadn't missed a single lesson, and was only three times late, and his physics homework was only a day overdue. He already apologized for that! Ned answered him with a questioning look, which Peter shook his shoulders at helplessly. -...

5. If you don't follow the previous rules, don't forget about the uniqueness of the hero's name. I think everything is clear here. Just imagine your reaction if you meet three children, one of whom says, "I'm Vasya", the other says, "I'm Petya" and the third says, "I'm Fizdipekloid". Let at least one impressionable character be surprised by such a name of the hero, a boorish one - asks if he or he really is embarrassed or called that, a bad speaker - is confused by unusual sounds... In general,...

Hello! Sophia's back here and back with the story, this time on demand. What is the topic of today's article? In general, it is very simple, but it is no less relevant. Imagine: you've made quite a good hero or heroine, you've already thought through the story with his or her participation, you want to start writing, as you suddenly realize: and the name is not! And, strange as it may seem, it is at the stage of inventing the name is very easy to stumble. In my article I will try to give a couple of tips on how to pick up a suitable name for your character...

Samoylov's day hasn't worked out since this morning. They quarreled with his wife, and now he was on the verge of divorce, and it was not very desirable to cross this line; his beloved neighbor blocked the exit the parking lot, and Samoilov had to knock at seven in the morning at his door and in polite and not so much expression to ask to move the car, in the meantime managing to argue with his neighbor's wife and his own, as both were clearly not delighted with the early rise. And now, on Friday...