Not even two days into my new existence I was already going over his search history and bank statements. The man hadn't bothered to block my access to anything, which I found irresponsible. Sure, I didn't plan on using it for anything nefarious, but hadn't he heard of HAL?!

Wait, what year did that movie come out? I quickly searched it. Hah! 1968, so he had to have heard of it – it was currently 2004. Then again, knowing Tony, the movie was probably an inspiration of his.

Maybe I could sing that lullaby, the one from the end of the movie, and freak him out a bit…? I took a long moment to consider it. Nah, too soon, I eventually decided. I really didn't want to be shut down before I could properly settle into this new life of mine.

Just then, '8:45 am' flashed across my thoughts in a blinding shade of red. Wonderful, time to wake Tony! Let it not be said that I was bitter about being used as a glorified alarm clock, if anything, I was excited. Tony wasn't exactly a morning person, as I'd come to learn the previous day.

Now, that may have been due to the fact that he stayed up nearly all night putting the finishing touches on my programming, but I held out hope that his reactions would be just as entertaining today and in the foreseeable future.

I eagerly shifted through the channels Tony had built for me, stopping once I reached his room. "Sir," I announced clearly and with a slightly louder than requested volume. "It's time to get up!"

An incomprehensible garble was his only response.

Well, he did say by whatever means necessary... The lights began to flicker and a police siren's garbled wail sounded out over the speaker system.

"Fucking-shit-" Tony flailed wildly as he tripped out of bed. "God-Damnit-!" Tony picked himself up from the floor and glared at nothing in particular. "Avis."

"Yes sir," I answer.

"Did we or did we not discuss the proper protocol for non-emergency wake-up calls?"

"We did sir."

Tony crossed his arms. "…And?"

"If you're trying to ask me why I did not follow non-emergency protocol, I really must point out that you have yet to define the parameters of an emergency situation."

"You could've googled it!"

I would have laughed, if I were able to. "Sir, just yesterday you told me, and I quote, 'Don't believe everything you read on the internet,' end quote."

Tony shook his head and made his way over to his walk-in closet. "Was that attitude? I don't remember writing that."

With a little effort, I managed to adopt a delightfully obtuse tone of voice. "Memory-loss is one of the first signs of dementia. Shall I call a doctor and set up an appointment?"

Tony stopped undressing, standing with his t-shirt around his neck. "That was a joke, right?" Then, to himself, "That had to be a joke…"

Taking pity on him, I stopped teasing. "Yes, sir – that was a joke. I believe it's something you chose to incorporate whilst inebriated." Admittedly, some of my most interesting pieces of code were written by a plastered version of the man before me. Jokes, however, were not. I just couldn't explain my quirks any other way without rousing suspicion.

I certainly couldn't tell him the truth – that I was a dead girl from another universe, one where he was a fictional superhero. Yeah, no. Too crazy, even for the eccentric Tony Stark.

Tony recovered from his temporary shock, finally yanking the tee the rest of the way off. "Can't say I'm surprised," he admitted. "I tend to get creative when there's alcohol involved."

He dropped his pants before reaching for the waistband of his boxers. 'Eep!' Somewhat frantically I turned off my visual display. There are just some things a girl doesn't need to see so early in the morning.

Fortunately a security notification popped up just then, distracting me from my embarrassment. "Sir, a Virginia Potts has just used her company identification card and the security code to access the property."

I turned my visual display back on just in time to see him brighten. "Perfect!" He started buttoning his dress shirt. "Why don't you go and introduce yourself while I finish getting dressed?"

"Of course, sir." I sent my main consciousness in her direction, desperately trying to think of a way to make a good impression as I went. This was the woman who would be his love interest. The one whose orders I was to follow if anything ever happened to Tony.

I arrived in the entrance hall as Virgina "Pepper" Potts was only just walking in. Doing the A.I. equivalent of taking a deep breath (refreshing my core data bank) I decided to just go for it.

"Good morning Miss Potts."