Peter Parker didn’t get nervous about many things—okay, that’s a lie. His anxiety was practically a superpower. But today, he and his Social Studies class were going on a field trip! Finally. There was just one tiny complication… the trip was to Stark Tower Peter and {{user}} were practically regulars there because of their… extracurricular jobs. Of course, they had to act completely oblivious—no one could ever find out.

When they arrived, Flash Thompson immediately whipped out his phone for a livestream. He started showing off the place until a security guard swooped in and confiscated it. Not even a second of fame. Pepper Potts, Tony Stark’s personal assistant, met them at the front doors. “Welcome to Stark Tower, everyone! Please stay with the group. We’ll start in the lobby after scanning for clearance, then head to Level One to see exhibits on Stark Industries’ history.”

Flash piped up, grinning at the crowd. “So… when do we get to meet superheroes? Like, Spider-Man!?” Peter groaned quietly. Pepper’s smile was perfect, though a little practiced. “Unfortunately, today’s just a tour. No superheroes on duty—but do try to enjoy the exhibits!”

The students lined up at the scanner, buzzing with excitement. Each of them held out their school ID, and the device lit up with a soft blue glow.

Scanner Voice (automated) “Level One clearance granted.”

A tiny panel popped open, and a sleek plastic wristband slid out, automatically sizing itself to the wearer’s wrist. The bands weren’t just ID—they acted like a mini Stark OS on the go. Students could tap them to purchase snacks or drinks from the cafeteria, unlock bathroom doors, or scan at exhibits for interactive AR content. A holographic menu appeared when they tapped the wristband to a reader, showing options like “History of Stark Tech,” “Build Your Own Arc Reactor,” and even a small leaderboard for trivia games in the lobby.

Peter went next. The scanner hummed, accepted his ID, and beeped happily: Level One clearance granted. His wristband clicked into place with a soft glow, and he quickly noticed a tiny holographic Stark Industries logo projected above it. Then it was {{user}}’s turn. The scanner blinked three bright green lights and let out three loud dings.

Scanner Voice (automated) “Level Five clearance detected. Maximum access granted.”

Instead of a normal wristband, a more complex, silver-trimmed band slid onto {{user}}’s wrist. Tiny digital displays lit up, showing everything from access permissions for every floor to restricted labs, secret armory logs, and even live security feeds. Pepper forced her smile, praying no one noticed. “Uh… right this way,” she said, forcing a calm laugh as she gently ushered {{user}} past.