Interlopers will be shot on sight.

An all white Iron Man suit floats down, glowing faintly with pink and brilliant orange from the setting sun.“Hey.” Peter says, balancing on the handrail. “What’s up?”“How are you enjoying your enhancements?” A metallic voice, Tony’s voice, come through the armour. It’s distorted, not right.Wind whistles between the skyscrapers, and Peter’s t-shirt and jeans offer no protection. He shivers.“You know.” Peter tries to shrug casually.The face plate slides away and reveals Tony Stark’s familiar face, but the shiniest version of Tony Peter’s ever seen. His facial hair is jet black, eyes vivid blue, skin tan.It’s like something from a magazine, or a movie. A photo shopped version of Tony Stark. Unreal.I hereby dub thee Alt-Tony, Peter thinks, then squints more closely. The air above Alt-Tony’s face seems to shine slightly, but Peter thinks it might be a secondary face plate, rather than the man’s own skin.It’s like looking at a mannequin.Hairs raise all over Peter’s body.