"So what do you do when you're not helping me out in the lab? Play poker? Smoke marijuana? Prank people? All of the above?" Questioned the billionaire.
"I usually just try to find a way to get a new body," I replied.
"A new body? What for?" Stark raised an eyebrow.
"Because although it is quite enjoyable in the suit, I'd still like to have a life of my own outside of being your booster," I glared? Tried to anyway.
"Oh. Umm. Want some help with that?" Tony stumbling over his words is so damn ironic. Wish I could take a pic.
"How?" I asked him. I mean, what could he do? Find someone, somehow remove his brain and his soul, put my gooey substance in the skull, and anchor my soul to the body? That's Dr. Strange not Iron Man.
"Well, the human body isn't that complicated to make. I could probably make a body for you and through arc reactor and symbiote bullshit make it your own. Could probably give it a few boosts too." The genius everybody. The man who is literally talking of intruding on God's domain. And I'm pretty sure he can do it.
"Okay. And what do you want in exchange?"
"Just one thing. Live your life the way you want to. Don't let anyone step over you and decide wha you should or shouldn't do. Do whatever you like. Can you do that?"
He stared at me, and all I could see in his eyes were determination. To not let anyone be a slave to others' whim. To let everyone who deserves it be free.
And to that there was only thing I could say.
"Yes Sir."