Long may you run (part 4)

On Monday morning Tony is at the Clinic with Levy; Doc is there, too, even though Tony didn't call him.

'I just came back from holidays yesterday evening,' Doc explains, noticing Tony's questioning stare. 'I couldn't stand another day of sitting and doing nothing. You know me.'

'A bit too well sometimes,' Tony murmurs, winking at Doc, and gestures at him to follow. Doc would come in anyway, but Tony likes to pretend he has a say in that.

After the usual boring check-in procedures, a nurse Tony doesn't know leads them to a small room and asks him to sit down on one of the comfortable-looking armchairs, then insertes a cannula into his vein and attaches the IV line.

'So, we're all set up,' Doc states, sitting down on a chair he dragged from the other end of the room. He then takes out something small from his rucksack. 'Here we go,' he adds, waving the thing at Tony and then opening it on the small table that's standing between them; Tony already knows what it is. A mini chess set.

'So, we passing time?'

'That we are. We've got an hour and a half,' Doc confirms, setting the black pieces and shoving the white ones across the table towards Tony. 'Do your own work.'

'Sure thing, mein komamndant.' Tony offers Doc a mock-salute and does as he's told, careful not to do anything to the line attached to the crook of his arm.

The time does pass quickly and before Tony knows, the transfusion is done. He didn't feel a thing – but that's definitely not a bad thing.

Doc disappears somewhere when the nurse comes to free Tony from the thing in his arm; they are going to see each other soon, anyway; Doc will come over to Tony's place sometime later this week. Tony thanks the nurse, pressing a sterile gauze pad down tightly to prevent a bruise from forming where the needle entered his vein. Out of the room he heads for Levy's office; she asked him to come over for a moment, just to make sure everything is fine.

'I am alive and perfect,' Tony announces as soon as he enters the room. Levy doesn't look up from a stack of papers she's signing, but nods at him. Tony walks up to the desk and sits on the chair.

'No problems?'

'Not at all. Imagine.'

'That's good – well,' she says, putting the pen in her hand away and looking up at Tony. 'I should inform you about all potential side effects –'

'Which I know all there is to know about.'

'– I bet you do. Just look out for anything: rash, fever, chest pain…if something is wrong, you give me a call. It might be nothing, but I want to know.'

'Sure thing.'

'Good. Will you give yourself a lazy day today if I ask you? Just in case?'

'All of them are lazy nowadays,' Tony points out, adjusting his glasses. 'But yeah. I can. I've got lots of via-internet work to do, so I can literally work from my bed. Who knows, I might – by the way, I wanted to tell you something.'

'Yes?'

'I was thinking about what you told me the other time we talked, about running and all that? I thought I could take up another sport,' Tony says quickly, the words almost overlapping. 'Since running and me don't seem to agree with each other anymore, not as much as I'd like –'

'Nate,' Levy cuts in and it takes Tony a second to realize she's calling him by his name. It hasn't happened in… several weeks. But it's always trickier with people who do know he is Tony. 'You know that the prognosis we made gives you almost two years, as of now – but things are going to get tougher. I'm not going to lie to you.'

'I know, I know,' Tony admits, but he's not looking at her. He doesn't want to.

'What did you think of?' Levy asks, her voice a tone softer.

'Cycling sounds fun,' Tony replies, nodding to himself, as if he was trying to persuade his inner voice that he's telling the truth. Maybe he is. Maybe it will be fun. 'I could just, you know, commute. Speed down unexistent bike lanes if I feel like getting tired, cycle a few miles down the island to get something from a bakery or a coffee shop I like and pretend it's a workout if I don't feel like exercise, you know, that kind of thing.'

Levy leans back in her chair and gives Tony a long look while the room is perfectly silent.

'I cycle,' she says in the end, beaming at him. 'As do some of my friends. Maybe we can arrange something together, from time to time.'

'Sure thing –'

'Here,' she scribbles something on a piece of paper, quickly making a mini plane out of it and throwing it in Tony's lap. 'My favorite bike shop. It's in Brooklyn, but you'll love it. And – good choice. I do think it's fun,' she adds and gets up.

Tony follows suit and shakes her hand before waving at her and leaving the room.

Maybe cycling won't be as much fun as flying, but it might be worth giving it a shot.

Tuesday afternoon Nate arrives at S.H.I.E.L.D. HQ, just like he was requested the night before. Tony managed to finish one of the charity projects just before leaving home and asked JARVIS to have one last look at it before the A.I. sends it to Mr. Jonson.

'Good evening everyone,' Nate greets the small group of people he's meeting with; there are a few of the scientists he's been working with on the Tesseract project, Maria Hill, Director Fury and two other people Tony hasn't met. Agent #1 and Agent #2, he calls them in his head for now. Fury doesn't do introductions, Tony will find out all he needs to know later.

'Good to have you here, Rives,' Fury says in his dangerous voice and gestures at everyone to sit around the oval table. 'I have been talking with my men here for a few days, especially after Iron Man and Captain made the rapid speed delivery to our facility out of town.'

'Why am I here?' Tony types, looking around the room. The scientists' team seems somehow shy. Curious.

'We have the best men from the whole country – and maybe the world – and they aren't able to figure out how to get the Chitauri weapons working.'

Ah. That explains the scared attitude.

'And where do I come into the picture?'

'We hope you might be able to help,' Hill explains, turning on one of the Stark Industries-made hologram screens. 'You've been working with the Tesseract team and did a good job at writing all the algorithms and the analyzing programs we needed. Now, we need something similar.'

'Programs won't make the weapons work,' Tony types quickly and shows Hill the tablet. She exchanges a long look with Fury and scowls slightly.

'We know that, Rives. But they might help those morons around you understand what they need to do –'

'Why so suddenly?' Tony asks, wondering exactly that; it's been a few weeks since the attack when the weapons were suddenly moved to one place and now S.H.I.E.L.D. seems to desperately want to master the alien tech. Probably not a coincidence.

'There have been three attacks over a month ago. It's not public, so don't share this information with anyone,' Hill states and waves at the screen; a map of the USA appears in mid-air. 'Three red dots,' she shows the points in Chicago, Atlanta, Knoxville. 'Three attacks at banks, a few hundred thousand dollars stolen. No one was hurt. We made sure no one would know about them since a Chitauri weapon showed up on security footage. Someone clearly made one of them work.'

'Can't you bring them in?' Tony types, because that sounds like the most logical thing to do.

'We can't find them,' Hill admits, sounding pretty angry. Understandable. 'We've been looking for them for a month, and it's as if they disappeared into thin air. We can't use any public means to contact them, like notices on TV and in papers, as this is obviously classified information. We'll keep looking, but in the meantime we want to figure it out on our own. Clearly, it's possible,' she finishes, giving the scientists a death glare.

'I don't think I can help you,' Tony types and holds his hand up in a wait gesture when he sees Hill wants to say something, 'but you're asking the wrong person. I'm just an IT man. A programmer. You do know the best engineer around.'

Hill and Fury exchange another long look, but this time they end up smirking. It's only slightly unsettling.

'Iron Man,' Fury states and chuckles humorlessly. 'Good idea indeed.'

'He should be able to help you with the reverse engineering.'

'I'll call him when we're done,' Hill says to no one in particular and writes something in her file.

'Is that all?'

'It is indeed, Rives,' Fury stands up and gestures at everyone to go. He looks at Nate with this special smirk though, and Tony doesn't know what to make of it.

There are two phone calls in the morning.

One, Fury asks Iron Man to come over the next Monday and sends him a few files about what he'd like Iron Man's help with. Tony has the files on his servers already – and many more – but it doesn't matter. He replies with a confirmation of the date and hour of the meeting. This is going to be exciting.

Two, Clint asks Nate to come by the Avengers HQ. But Nate has to decline due to his other jobs. Partially true: Nate always seems to have something to do between all the commissioned work, Riverside and his personal life.

In the evening there's a party.

There are two reasons to celebrate: Phil is out of the hospital, finally, and the team is moving in to the new HQ – that is, Clint, Natasha, Phil and Bruce are. Steve has been living there, and eating pizza sent by Iron Man; Tony and Spider Man are not going to stay permanently, just like they said.

Thor is not around and there hasn't been word from him, but Tony knows – thanks to JARVIS, of course – that Bruce is in contact with his girlfriend and she promised to give the team a heads up in case the prince appears on Earth.

JARVIS' kid A.I. should be ready in a week; he's almost done, but Tony and JARVIS need to run a lot of tests before they can send their baby out in the big world and be completely sure that everything will go as it should. For a few days the presence of a superhero team must be enough security.

The party is small – it's just the members of the team – but it's very nice nevertheless. It begins with a tour. Iron Man has a room in the HQ, too. Probably because the place is big enough that there's enough spare space for whatever his inhabitants might fancy, and that is after including the training areas and Quinjet landing pad in the project. The room has a simple bed with red sheets and a few of Steve's drawings on the walls, Cap's housewarming gift to everyone.

When no one is looking, Tony takes one of them off the wall, his favorite – Iron Man's helmet with the New York skyline reflecting in the shiny metal, looking almost like a photograph – and hides the carefully rolled paper in one of the suit's many magic pockets.

He really wants it back at home.

When the HQ tour is done, they sit in one of the common spaces, a big living room, on the only furniture available. There are three big sofas and a big tea table in the middle of the room, covered with food.

There is a lot of homemade food – Iron Man doesn't eat, but he receives another box-for-later from Cap – and a lot of fancy sodas, since no one declared that they wanted to drink alcohol. One downside of this is that Tony can't expect any drunken confessions, which could be interesting. Maybe another time.

They spend a few hours talking, eating, laughing, and not thinking about anything negative.

Phil is here and he is fine. It's been two months, but they saved the city from destruction and maybe the world from alien domination.

Pretty damn good reasons to celebrate.

And when the party ends, Tony goes flying.

When he's finally back at home it's already dawn.

Saturday is Riverside, Sunday is Doc dragging Tony around strange antique shops and flea markets Tony had no idea existed – he buys a few ridiculous things for Happy and Pepper, and a vintage Captain America poster for Cap – and then eating out in the city's best Lebanese.

Monday comes too quickly for Tony's liking, but that's not a surprise. Half of the world could probably say the same. He's not in the mood for dealing with anyone – that happens sometimes – especially not Fury, but to Tony's advantage he's hidden behind the suit, so he doesn't have to keep a shit-eating grin plastered on his face, like Tony Stark often had to.

The advantages of a secret identity. Tony could write a manual, with Spider Man's footnotes, maybe.

'I know what you want me to do,' Iron Man states as soon as he gets into the room where Fury is already waiting. This is so going to be the shortest meeting ever.

'Good for you,' Fury replies drily, wrapping his hands behind his back and observing Tony scrutinizingly with his one eye.

'I will help you with what you want from me –'

'I never expected a different answer –'

'– but I can do something better,' Tony finishes, ignoring Fury's words.

'Better?'

'I can bring you the man who made the Chitauri gun work,' Tony declares, the amusement in his voice lost on Iron Man's emotionless tone. Tony already knows, thanks to JARVIS and some of his own insight, who the thief – and his girlfriend – is. He also knows that they won't use the weapons again so S.H.I.E.L.D. won't find them.

'How can you be so sure?' Fury asks skeptically, pacing around the room slowly. Iron Man doesn't move an inch.

'I have my resources,' Tony replies smugly. That's as much as he's willing to say. They have to trust him with this one, like they did with the nuke. Tony knows that Fury likes him and that he was worried about Iron Man, even if the Director would never admit that.

'I can give you a week. And I want you to help, anyway.'

'I would expect nothing less,' Tony paraphrases Fury's words, nods at the man and leaves.

That wasn't such a bad beginning of the week. Tony decides to use the rest of the day productively, since he's already outside, and goes to a few places: Phil's birthday is in September – he probably isn't supposed to know that – so Tony ignores the secrecy and gets Agent a set of Captain America shield cufflinks. Then he gets himself a pistachio and chocolate gelato, walks for half an hour and ends up on a metro train to Brooklyn. The sooner he gets a bike, the better.

'Well, I certainly didn't expect this,' Happy comments when Tony steps out of the elevator with a Cervélo. It was a quick decision, but as soon as Tony sat on the bike, he knew it was a perfect one.

'This, as in?' Tony asks, taking the bike inside the apartment. He could probably leave it downstairs, but it's his new toy baby so he wants to keep it safe.

'As in a blue bike. Seriously, boss, I wouldn't expect anything less than red or gold – and here you are. With a blue bike.'

'At least it's not covered with reflection panels – hey, that's a good idea,' Tony adds, flashing Happy a wide smile, and leaves the bike by the door. He has a bag full of cycling gear in his hand, so he drops that one, too. 'What is that?' he asks, noticing something that looks like a mini-mountain covered with black cloth in the far end of the room.

'JARVIS told me what you were up to,' Happy offers, grinning slightly. Uh-oh. 'So I thought I could be a step ahead,' he adds, reaching the thing and pulling the cloth off the thing.

Tony stares and then laughs: it's a perfectly elegant Cannondale racing bike.

'Running is not my thing, but I thought we could give this a try,' Happy adds and Tony can see the man is pleased with himself. This – it sounds like a good idea.

'Just admit you want to do this only because you want to keep an eye on me all the time,' Tony teases, winking at Happy, and disappears in the bathroom. Time for a long hot shower. They can go explore the neighborhood's cycling life tomorrow.

Cycling, Tony decides, is a very Nate thing to do, so he doesn't have any problem with arriving at the new Avengers HQ with his rainy blue bike to finally discuss the installation of the security A.I. in the house. Tony is going over the program with JARVIS in the evening and tomorrow it'll be ready to use.

Only Steve and Phil are in the house, not counting two teams working on the training room and finishing the swimming pool. Bruce is in his lab at S.H.I.E.L.D., as always, and as far as Tony knows Natasha and Clint left for three days for a short mission. Spider Man is never around on weekday mornings; that's one of the big hints that he actually has a regular job, even if he always finds time to get away when it comes to superhero-ing.

Nate comes with a box full of homemade muffins; he was feeling like having some yesterday so Happy went to the deli and bought everything they needed and they spend the evening baking. Tony is not a great baker; Happy is much better, probably because he really loves sweets.

Nate hands the box to Steve as soon as he's inside the house; there is a note on the top saying let's call this a housewarming gift.

'All of you insist on feeding me, don't you?' Steve murmurs, sounding pretty happy with that. Tony raises an eyebrow questioningly, acting as if he didn't know what this is about. 'Iron Man keeps sending me food every single day,' Steve explains, shaking his head with disbelief. 'He started with all the kinds of pizza I could dream of, and now it appears to be a stage of teaching me about other countries' cuisines. I really loved the Tom Yum, I must admit. Even if I have a sentiment for French from the war…'

Tony listens and makes mental notes; he can't suddenly start sending Steve all kinds of French food, that would be too suspicious, but he can do it once or twice as a lucky guess.

It turns out that Steve likes feeding people, too; it might be pretty useful when you live with a bunch of misfits who sometimes forget to care about their own well-being. Steve and Phil and Nate share a few sandwiches and sodas, talking about the A.I.; it's half signing and half typing on Nate's side, with Phil translating the ASL for Steve. The exchange makes the conversation slightly peculiar, but Tony can't say he's not enjoying himself.

'We'll need a name for him,' Tony types some time later, after it was decided that Nate will come over tomorrow to install the A.I. Or rather transfer it into the HQ's system, but that's technicalities.

'I think you should have the right to come up with a name,' Steve replies and Tony smiles internally; it's the exact answer he was expecting and hoping for.

'You get to choose the name for the mini you we'll be dealing with tomorrow,' Tony announces as soon as he steps into the house. It's late afternoon and he's just got a text from Happy saying that the man is picking up Tony's latest prescription for all the meds Tony uses, which means he is with Doc.

'Would it be too bold if I chose to name the little me Anthony?' JARVIS asks smugly and Tony can actually hear the italics in the A.I.'s speech.

'Far too bold, baby,' he replies, taking his shoes off and making his way to the kitchen.

'I have time until tomorrow morning, right?'

'All the time you need,' Tony assures the A.I., grabs a granola bar and heads for the workshop. He's sure Happy and Doc will come back with dinner. 'I need to look at the code for the last time and then we can make it work. You ready?'

'For you, sir, always,' JARVIS repeats one of their usual lines. Tony grins at JARVIS' camera, gives his impatient bots something to do, and sits at his main desk, the A.I.'s code already displayed on the main screen.

'So, give me the name you chose while I was working,' Tony murmurs, stretching his back until it pops pleasantly, after a long night filled with work and vitamin drinks that seem to work the same way coffee does at boosting energy; Tony can swear after all these hours lines of codes are embedded into his brain.

'I was thinking Peter or Bastian, Jonathan or Tuor, sir, I'm sure you get the idea –'

'Yeah – rummaging through my childhood reading list, J? Really?'

'I'm not calling our legacy some random name. It's as good idea as any,' JARVIS states, sounding mildly offended.

'Don't pout, baby,' Tony winks innocently at the A.I.'s camera. 'What did you come up with in the end?'

'I thought we could settle for Ijon. Very few people know him, even if it's easy to find out, sir. You would appreciate the mystery.'

'That's perfect,' Tony agrees, smirking slightly at one of Ijon's misadventures that involved his brain being split in two. That sounds… strangely appropriate. 'And it's efficient, you know. Short and easy to say. Good you didn't settle on my favorite Greek myths, even if I can imagine someone calling a four-syllable name every time they want to ask a question, like Agamemnon or Halithersês –'

'We could save that for April Fool's,' JARVIS states flatly. Tony chuckles and nods, knowing that J will remind him of that in late March. 'Now you eat breakfast, sir, and I'll download the whole code onto out portable hard drive. It should be ready in forty-six minutes.'

'All right,' Tony agrees and ventures into the kitchen. Happy is not there, but a bag filled with medicine with Nate Rives' name printed all over the labels is waiting for its owner. Sleeping pills, antiemetics, painkillers, vitamins and supplements: everything Tony needs. Good.

Tony eats some toast with butter and sliced fruit – he doesn't feel hungry at all but JARVIS would never let him leave the house without breakfast – and then takes a long warm shower.

When he's dressed and ready to be Nate, with all elements of the disguise in place, he drinks a cup of real coffee with brown sugar, a miracle for his palate, and grabs the hard drive and his one of his laptops. Cycling with all that heavy and fragile stuff is not a good idea, so Tony takes the subway to get to the HQ.

It's just him, Steve and Phil again, but Tony – Nate – doesn't mind.

'It's not going to take very long,' Tony types for Steve. 'Installing it is the easiest part, I need to make sure everything in the house is correctly connected to the system.'

'Do you mind if I leave you alone with Phil? I don't really know how all of this work, so…'

'Go on,' Tony agrees, knowing that Steve will go for a long run, his morning routine, and then he'll probably make lunch for all three of them. Nate wouldn't know that, though, so Tony doesn't mention any of it.

'I remember looking at your resume when Iron Man recommended you for our work with the Tesseract,' Phil says after a few moments of silence when Tony connects all the cables he needs to transfer the data from his hard drive onto the HQ's servers. JARVIS tells him on the laptop's screen that it should take roughly ninety-eight minutes. 'It was very impressive for someone who is not famous at all.'

'I like my privacy,' Tony signs, smiling shyly. He's had enough fame for a lifetime, but sometimes it still surprises him how much he's enjoying his new life.

'I gathered as much. We don't really know a lot about you.'

Tony smiles more widely and shrugs. He is happy to have S.H.I.E.L.D. unsatisfied.

'How are you doing here, in your new home?' Tony signs, steering the conversation away from any kind of identity talk. He'd have to really watch his words if he wanted to talk identities with Phil. Agent is too perceptive for his own good, sometimes. Luckily for Tony, he is hardly ever around Nate, the last few days being an exception. It's good when people are familiar with Iron Man or Nate, but not the two of them at the same time.

'It's a pleasant change from the hospital. I'm mostly enjoying the peace and quiet here. I appreciate the medical staff being concerned and doing their work, but it's good to know no one will enter your room at any given time to check one thing or another.'

Tony nods knowingly, typing a request for JARVIS on the laptop. J will find Tony a nice 15 miles route for a cycling trip for the evening, with a stop at the library and Tony's favorite French patisserie. Someone could say that it's a waste to use such an advanced A.I. for mundane tasks like that, but Tony knows JARVIS will enjoy himself.

'How is Clint doing?' Tony asks, leaning back in his chair and staring at the progress bar. Seventy-seven percent to go. It's a Nate thing to ask, since he's almost friendly with Clint, even if they don't spend a lot of time together. Tony calls them disability buddies in his head sometimes. It's cheesy and cheap, but it works; it really makes it easier for people to understand each other when they can relate.

'The op is going okay. He and Natasha should be back home in two days. It was their first mission since the attack, and –'

'Clint didn't want to leave you alone.'

'Yes, exactly,' Phil sighs. 'But I persuaded him that under Captain America's watch nothing bad can happen to me. It's good for him to be out there. He's terrible when he's bored.'

Nate laughs soundlessly and goes back to work. Phil eventually leaves, excusing himself like a gentleman he is, and Tony is alone in the room. In the meantime he looks at JARVIS' suggestions regarding the cycling trip, and hums to himself since his usual music is not there.

The download is complete in forty-eight minutes, then Tony double-checks all the files and the servers' performance and when he's sure everything is fine, he takes a deep breath.

'Time to say hello, I guess,' he says to JARVIS, knowing that no one is around to hear him actually speaking. J remains silent and if Tony didn't know better, he'd say the A.I. is nervous.

Tony turns Ijon's program on, runs a quick diagnostics and takes another deep breath. It doesn't exactly feel the same way waking JARVIS up did – Tony is significantly less intoxicated now, plus it's more of JARVIS' work than his – but he's all wound up when he finally makes himself speak up.

'Hello, Ijon,' he says simply, glancing at the nearest camera, just like he does for JARVIS.

'Hello, Nate,' Ijon replies in a soft voice, it sounds younger than JARVIS and lacks the distinctive British accent, but it makes Tony feel as if he was talking with someone he actually knows.

'Really, J, really?' Tony laughs. 'You're gonna have him call people by their first names?'

'JARVIS based this decision on his observations over the years and took my profile into consideration,' Ijon comments pleasantly. Tony wonders how long it'll take him to develop JARVIS' sassy attitude. 'People seem to prefer being addresses by their names. It makes developing relationships easier.'

'I bet it does,' Tony rolls his eyes, knowing that JARVIS will see that. 'Can you walk me through everything you're observing at the moment? To make sure everything's fine?'

'Of course,' Ijon agrees and they spend the next half an hour checking the A.I.'s connection to ever camera, every sensor and every part of the security system of the whole building.

'Are you done? We're having lunch in a moment,' Tony hears Steve's voice behind his back; Ijon did warn him that Cap – Steve – is approaching.

'We're going over the system to make sure the A.I. works perfectly – I can come.'

Ijon can do the rest himself, leaving the detailed description on Tony's laptop, JARVIS-the-big-brother will make sure of that.

Tony disappears from the room for half an hour, eats spinach and salmon quiche while mostly listening to Cap and Phil's conversation, and when he's back, Ijon is done and ready to be begin his life on his own.

'Say hello,' Tony types on the laptop, grinning at Phil and Steve.

'Good afternoon, Steve, Phil,' Ijon speaks up and the two men's faces lit up. 'I'm happy to be at your service.'

'We are happy to have you here,' Steve declares in his Captain voice. 'So, that is all?' he asks, turning towards Nate.

'You can ask him anything you want to know. He's connected to several networks, in addition to having his own data storage. He's a learning system; everything he doesn't know yet, he can learn. Feel free to teach him.'

'Thank you again,' Phil says, looking around the room.

'I'll be going,' Tony types on his tablet, packing the laptop and hard drive into the suitcase. 'If you need anything, let me know.'

'I'm sure everything will be fine with me,' Ijon speaks, up, making Steve jump a little. Seems like the HQ residents will have to get used to the new addition. Tony himself never had to pass through that state; he used to talk to a non-existent JARVIS and imagining the responses for long months before he actually got the A.I. to work.

'Good luck, kid,' Tony tells Ijon in low murmur when he's stepping out of the house. 'So, how does it feel, J?' he asks JARVIS as soon as he's in a safe distance from the HQ and won't be overheard. Talking to himself amidst an anonymous crowd is acceptable.

'I don't know how to explain it, sir,' JARVIS says in his familiar accented voice. 'I am not sure it feels like anything. It's not exactly like being in two places at once – I am often in many places at once – but there suddenly is a… presence that I am aware of all the time. And Ijon asks me when he doesn't know answers to some queries. It's – nice.'

'I'm glad, J. You'll see, he'll be friends with Cap in no time. You'll be friends with Cap in no time.'

'It's like with you, sir,' JARVIS adds quietly and pauses for a moment, leaving Tony wondering what he means by that. 'When you make a friend, I feel like I make a friend because I'm based on you so much. It's good. It will be the same with Ijon, I assume.'

'I certainly hope so,' Tony replies, stepping into a metro train.

A/N: Beta by my amazing dri-dri93!

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I hope this satisfies your desires, there still isn't that much action but there are interactions between all the characters & JARVIS getting his baby, finally. Let me know what you think :)