-Ned POV-

Peter gave me that creepy grin of his as he ordered "Explain" I smile and start to explain to him "You basically seperated the logical part of the AI with the Personal part. So in a way, she views all the logical processes as background noise and interprets changes in those processes however she likes." Peter nods and says with a thoughtful look on his face "Yes, yes you are right but there's a problem.." I frown and ask him "What's the problem?"

He smiles thinly as he says "I didn't understand any of that" I nod in realisation before "WHA-WHAT?" he nods once more as he says "Explain it so I can understand better" I sigh and mutter lowly "Dumb fuck doesn't even know what he made?"

He must have heard me as he held me by my ear as he asked "What was that?" I immediately deny anything of that sort "Nothing, nothing" and he lets go. I wipe my ear to stop the pain as he waits for the explanation.

I patiently think up a dumbed down explaination and come up with a pretty easy explaination. I ask him "How does any human emotion work?" He nods as he says replies "By getting emotional" I punch the back of his head as hard as I could making him maybe move an inch while my hand hurt like I hit a brick wall.

I yell out in pain "Why didn't you dodge? Don't you have that Spidey tungle to tell you a punch is coming your way" he sheepishly explains "It doesn't warn me if there is no danger but why did you hit me anyway?" I curse under my breathe about his thick skull as I tell him "I hit you for being stupid"

He asks as if he was right all along "doesn't human emotion work because people are emotional?" I hold my head in my hands to stave off the headache this idiot is causing me.

I tell him with the utmost patience I could muster "Peter, you are a genius but sometimes you are a bit of an idiot so I'll tell you. Our emotions happen because our body releases certain hormones and out brain interprets them as good, great, bad, sad and terrifying. The A.I is the brain and the logical calculating part of her mainframe is her body, any changes in her code is interpreted by her as good, great, bad, sad or terrifying."

Peter looked aghast at what he has done but he asks one more question before he can truly take it all in "But at the end of the day it is still just a simulation right?" I nod in agreement but deny with my words "In a sense yes it is just a simulation but our life can be set aside by that meaning too. We too simulate our emotions because of some hormones but that doesn't take away our..." Peter finishes the sentence for me "...Humanity"

I give Peter a nod as he tells me "So she can be considered the best simulation of humanity but without the freedom" The A.I chimes in with its two pieces "Am I black then?" Both me and Peter yell with all our might "NO" we both look at each other before I explained to the young A.I "Not that there is anything wrong with being black..." Peter continued the rest for me "...yeah, it's just that you aren't supposed to choose a race for reasons like that." We both look at each other and burst out laughing, Titanius joined our laughter reluctantly with a soft trill.

-Tony POV-

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We reached back home quicker than I expected and I even thought Ricky would have flown of halfway but an agent's grip strength is not to be trifled with it seems. We got all of things back into my lab. I have 8 months of time until I die of palladium poisoning, I saved myself with a much smaller deadline before, so let's see what I can do.

Ricky interrupted my musings as he groaned out "Mr. Stark, this was supposed to be a two man job, I can't hold the table up any longer?" I turn around and yell at the kid "Why the hell are you bringing that into the lab?" He turns back towards me as he yells out "You said you needed this for your project or something" I shake my head as I tell him "That was just a bluff, I was testing you"

He put the table down as he asked me "What test?" I grin and tell him "I was testing how trusting you are?" He groans and says self-deprecatingly "I failed right" I correct his assumption "Nope you passed with flying colours" before he can revell in delight I burst the bubble infront of him "You are officially dumber than a child" before he can complain even more I give him some money from my pocket before I give out orders "Now get the fuck out of lab"

The kid stares at the stack of 10,000 dollars and leaves the lab with amazement on his face. I leave the stark expo table on the side of the room and start looking for any other element that can save my life which doesn't poison me. Jarvis has been running tests on every single element in known existence and I am tempted to ask Captain for his shield even with all our differences because if it means it can save my life, I'd beg him for it.

Yeah, right who the fuck am I kidding, I'd rather find an important task that would Kill me so that I can go out with all the gun blaz...

"Mr. Stark I have brought you some things so I hope you can open the door" Coulson's calm voice rang through my lab as he couldn't barge in through the lab security but the speakers in my lab were easier to hack. I order Jarvis immediately "Put in a note on the list that says 'upgrade everything' and let them come in" the lab door opens and in comes Coulson and his pack mule Steve who was carrying multiple big boxes per hand.

I grin and pat Coulson on his hand as I whisper to him "You are making a senior citizen work in your stead Coulson. Didn't know you were such an evil man"

Coulson just sighs as he tells me "I've tried to make Steve listen to reason but I found out it's hard to reason with THE Captain America"

My grin twitches at the mention of his title, I look at the man whose bones should have been 6 ft underground live and breathe as living proof that My father was right in looking for his body all along. He always believed that Steve was alive and the others agreed in hopes of retrieving Captains body for research.

I thought he was more interested in looking for a dead body than spending time with his own son. I was right about that for the last 17 years of my life but now the proof of my error stands before me placing boxes of paperwork on various tables.

Perhaps I was too harsh on Rogers for selfish reasons, I'll make it up to him somehow because I understand that if Rhodey was in Captains conditions, I would have done the same as my father if not more.