First things first. I am so, so, so, SOOOOO sorry for leaving this sitting for so long! Between my short term memory loss, lack of ideas and just general craziness that comes with a) graduating high school, b) working all summer, c) packing for college and d) handling being a pre-equine student, I've had very little free time. And I am truly sorry. So, I'm trying to get onto an update schedule. I have several fics that I'm going to try and revive, and maybe re-write some of my older favorites. Anywhoooo… Fic time!

Disclaimer: Me no own Marvel… I honestly don't think I have the imagination that the Marvel writers have! I mean, have you guys seen Daredevil yet?! It's fricking awesome man!

R-He loves his robots. Even the ones he yells at

"Dum-E! Grab me that wrench, would you? No, not that one, stupid! God, what was I thinking when I made you?" Tony said, grabbing the correct wrench and making a tweak to the engine he was working on. His robots were zooming around, fetching various tools.

"Butterfingers! Can you-" he paused as he caught sight of the robot. "Hey, you okay, bud?" The bot seemed a little, well, off. If an average person had looked at the bot, there would have been no way that they had been able to see what Tony could see. But Tony knew his robots. He had built each one by hand, programmed them himself.

"Everything okay?" a voice asked from above. Tony didn't even look up to acknowledge Clint, who slid down from the vents.

"Didn't hit any booby traps?" Tony asked, beginning to hook his beloved bot up to several monitors.

"Nope. Disabled most of them. I'll ask again: everything okay?"

"Butterfingers isn't doing great. Not sure what, but we'll figure it out, right bud?" Tony said to the bot, who chirped in agreement.

Clint stared at the genius. "How can you tell the robot's sick? It's just a robot." Instantly, Clint regretted his word choice. Tony swung around, murder in his eyes.

"Just a robot!" Tony spat out each word. He slowly stood, quivering. "I built each one of these robots. They are some of my greatest creations. I know each one like the back of my hand. So yes, I can tell when my robots are sick. And I will always do everything in my power to help them."

Clint took a step back. "Look, man, I'm sorry. I just thought, I mean, you always yell at them…"

Tony rolled his eyes. "Just because I yell at them or call them names doesn't mean I don't like them! Geez, Barton!" He turned his back to the archer, typing on the various holographic keyboards. Clint stared at the man, then made his way back into the air vents. Tony really scared him at times… Well, most of the time.

Basically, this was based on the fact that I insult my care horse constantly, calling him an idiot, fat (he actually is xD), stupid, stuff like that. Basically, we're allowed to call our horses, or robots, in Tony's case, mean names because we say them with love. Anyone else says it, and all Hell breaks loose. So, I hope you like it! I'm going to try and update every Saturday, or Friday night, depending on how crazy my weekend is (to give you an idea, next Friday I have to be at the Kentucky Horse Park by around 2 am to help with the reining part of Rolex (message me for more info if you want!), then Saturday I have to be there again from 8am-12:30pm, then I have barn chores at 2:30pm, and Rolex again on Sunday, plus am and pm barn chores. Being an equine student is wicked fun!)