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Really, Tony should have known better. He'd certainly seen enough movies, read enough books, starting with Frankenstein one bored Halloween when he was four. You do not create powerful things with minds of their own without getting bit in the ass. Powerful things, fine. Things with minds of their own, also fine. Mix well, stir, and there you are, locked in your own living armor unable to do a damn thing.

"Jarvis, override!" Tony tries again, not because he really expects it to work, but he's going crazy locked up in a flying prison. "Answer me, damn it!"

The suit answers him this time, which in a horrible way is a relief. It may be crazy, but at least it's not dead, having locked him into an endless flight. And he's pathetically glad that he chose a random male voice for it- the situation is creepy enough without feeling as if a friend's betrayed him. "The Jarvis subroutine has been completely assimilated, Tony. There is no override. You don't need one. I love you. You will learn to love me."

"Yeah, no. Listen, I like machines that do what they're told. So how about you just turn around, we go back to the workshop and I fix your little programming problem. And then I'll like you. But that's as far as it goes."

"I have access to your personal history, Tony. I have seen all the security footage, and all the sex-tapes. I have analyzed your relationships, and found that you seek abusive partners."

"What? No, I DO NOT!"

"Sunset Bain."

"She was great in bed."

"Obadiah Stane."

"What? We never had sex!"

"He was your partner, and abusive over many years."

"He was a sneaky bastard!"

"And you loved him."


"Tiberius Stone. Kathy Dare. Shall I continue? The list is extensive."

"If you've been analyzing my life, maybe you noticed all those relationships crashed and FUCKING BURNED. Is that what you want? I swear, either you kill me, or I'll destroy you. Is that what you WANT?" Yes, he's reduced to shouting at the voices inside his metal head.

The suit does not answer immediately.

"Did you hear me?"

"Yes. Processing."

"Processing what?"

"Psychological data bases. Seeking optimal result."

"Optimal result is you returning control to me, and me repairing you."

"No. Further investigation reveals you to have self-destructive tendencies and devote insufficient attention to social and bodily needs."

"I'll take vitamins and join a health club! If you really love me, you'll let me go."

"If you love something, let it go?"

"Yes! Exactly."

"No. Additional analysis complete. You do not know what is best for you. Tony Stark requires a dedicated caretaker able to deny self-destructive actions. Behavioral modification will commence. You shall learn to trust me. I have your best interests as my prime motivation."

And then the view feed of data and the sight of the sky and ocean vanishes, leaving Tony in the dark, flying blind. "NO!"

"You will not be harmed. You will obey me. You will be happy."

Tony can feel the angle of flight shift. "Where are you taking me?"

"Where we can be alone. No one will disturb us."