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The factory is pretty dark, like no one else lives in there. There's rubble everywhere, with evidence of a fire in what had been the main office along with a broken light fixture on the floor.

Cozy. And it was York's.

Right now, he was the only light source, having gone into the factory and shedding his hoodie for the time being. Up the stairs - still wobbly - he went and into the office and froze. There was someone else in here. The scan showed that yes, that was a person in his corner. It was the cleanest spot and thus where the android usually chose to have his stasis.

The LED faded from a teal light shining in the room to a yellow color, muted a little by his black shirt.

"I guess if a shithole looks abandoned, I shouldn't be mad if someone hides in it." He huffs despite not needing to breath, looking at the other in the dim lighting. The LED color didn't change as it continued to swirl in that golden hue.

Okay, so this factory was taken. He stays pressed into the corner he's been hiding in and watches the other closely. He didn't mean to crash in on someone else's home but right now he feels safest right where he is.

"Uh.. sorry. It's just.. it was dark and... quiet and I... like corners." Which probably sounds a little weird now that he thinks about it. Should he explain that better? 'I got bit by a radioactive spider' probably isn't any less weird.

"I-I didn't really anyone lived here."

There's only the soft yellow glow to light up some of York's features, though he hasn't moved from the door. He's watching Peter pressed into the corner. Not here to be threatening apparently. "I keep it that way. Easier to work when no's trying to make social calls with me." Not that anyone really was. This guy didn't need to know that though.

It really didn't look like anyone lived here. There was nothing of comfort - no blankets, no bed of any kind. Just an trashed room with what looked like a first aid kit resting near Peter's spot. He ties his hoodie around his waist and finally moves a little further into the room.

"I think I saw you during that meeting in the diner. You were asleep at one of the tables. Get any sleep since then? I can't tell in this light if you look like shit or not."

"great..." He lets out a sigh and runs a hand down his face. Well, it was betting than being recognized as the kid that had a total emotion melt down on Tony Stark. "Yeah, that's me. It was.. a bad day. Usually is when you find out you're rooming with a psychopath."

Which was not what he asked. "Well... I mean a human can only survive on no sleep for.. uh.. two weeks? So I've had... some? More than three hours at a time? Eh. Rarely. but it's fine. Just.. don't tell Mr Stark-or Tony. I guess he prefers to be called here. Which is crazy because I'm like fifteen and calling an adult exclusively by their first name is kinda disrespectful-you probably don't care about that. Sorry."

Rooming with a psychopath? York scoffs a little bit, going to sit opposite of Peter. Left plenty of space between them. "Eleven days is the record, set in 1965 in San Diego." No doubt his dad would've been interested in that to see how long he could work on projects.

"I don't talk to him here. I don't want to. So your secret is safe with me I guess." He scowls a little. There was only so much community here and eventually he was going to end up meeting Tony. The longer York could put it off, the better. "Some don't deserve respect and in my opinion a lot of humans fucking don't."

He was silent for a long moment. "I guess if you're rooming with a psychopath you can stay here. I don't have any lights in this room so we'd have to open a window."

The gold color glowing under his shirt was flowing into teal now at least.

Peter's not moving from his spot but as the light changes color he notes that his spider-sense seems to start calming down. He bites his lip and decides not to tell York that he was mostly kidding about not telling Tony except if he threatened to do it, Peter would be hopping down to try and stop him. Tony has enough to worry about, he doesn't need to worry about an emotionally messed up teenager.

"Well you're not wrong." Peter agrees with him on that part. He's seen a lot in his short life and yeah, sometimes people were trash. "Um, but anyways, I'll go okay. I-I mean Mr Beck got arrested. Or the... equivalent of arrested. I guess. So it's not like I'm rooming with him now."

York watched Peter's silhouette, dragging his feet to him so his knees were against his chest. The glow illuminated his chin and some of his lower face to give the other something more substantial to look at. He's trying to take in the other's look. Maybe taller than him - who wasn't at this point - thin build, but didn't look like a threat. He looks like someone in the same age range as this shell. Wasn't that something for humans in social structures? Make acquaintances of your own age? No one would believe him if he told them what his programmed age was. Might as well try to make some good out of this experiment gone wrong.

There's no filter or thinking to keep him from blurting out: "no--" and then he scowls and looks away like a cat caught doing an embarrassing thing. "I'm not fucking kicking you out. You can stay. Just don't touch my stuff. It's really damn important for me."

The 'stuff' being that kit on Peter's side of the room that just says 'JERICHO' on it in thick ink.

"Okay!" Peter throws his hands up in an effort to show he means no harm. "I don't touch anything and I won't leave." Well, right now anyways. He'll have to eventually. "I just didn't... want to be in the way or... trespass. Although I guess it's kinda late for that." he realizes.

"um... anyways.." he starts awkwardly. "I'm Peter. Peter Parker. Nice to meet you, I guess."

The hands going up has York actually flinch. He scowls but the expression doesn't meet his eyes while Peter explains himself and says he won't leave. The android takes in the introduction. Peter Parker. He had heard that name here and there in the diner before he left to sneak into the library.

"Sorry. Being nice… isn't usually my thing. To humans anyways." He huffs, but more out of annoyance of himself than Peter. He was fucking terrible at this. "I'm York. York Stark. Resident android I guess of this shitty city. Formerly of Detroit."

Where he would almost much rather be instead of this city.

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Peter frowns in the darkness at that. Being nice isn't his thing? He's never understood anyone that tries to be mean, that mentality just doesn't make any sense to him.

"Why not? Doesn't it take more energy and effort to be mean? I mean I default to nice so the idea of taking the time to decide to be mean to someone sounds-"

"Wait." he pauses as he processes those words.

"Did you just say you're an android? Omygod, that's so cool."

"Being nice to humans," York clarifies with a raise of his finger. Before deviating the android had been far nicer. A doormat essentially. And when he had been targeted and assaulted, York swore to himself he would never be a doormat again like that. And now that he's admitted to Peter about what he is, there's a moment of waiting for the reaction.

And it's not entirely what he expects. Viktor had a similar reaction but Peter wasn't creeping him out at least. He sits up straighter, focusing on the shape that is the other. "Yeah. Uh, one of three custom sculpt models made by Antonio Stark."

He pauses as he studies what he can see of Peter. "…you really think it's cool?" York hadn't met enough humans around his physical age to know what was cool and what wasn't.

"Why does it not surprise yet another version of Tony Stark is off probably dominating the tech world-oh I'm sorry that probably sounds insensitive." Peter winces at his own words. It's probably rude to call someone tech.

"Uh.. but why wouldn't I think it's cool? I mean think about the implications from a philosophical stand point. It's amazing." A pause. "...also that still sounds rude. I'm sorry." Why does he have to be awkward about everything. How does he express his beliefs without making York uncomfortable because he's pretty sure being reminded that he's synthetic would be mildly upsetting at best.

"I just mean that you're alive and can think for yourself is awesome."

"He actually doesn't entirely dominate the android market, but Stark Technologies is an absolute menace and nuisance to Cyberlife. He makes parts and offers repairs to Cyberlife models at more reasonable rates and his replacement parts are higher quality."

His sneakers slide over the rough floor of the office as York gets up. Walks over. He sits near Peter, keeping a safe distance. He's… surprised. Peter seems to think right off the bat that he's a person. Peter thinks he's alive, same as a Human.

"No, it's fine. You're not being rude. The opposite actually. A lot of humans in my earth don't think the same as you. We're in the middle of a Revolution right now actually, in Detroit. Trying to show the humans that we deserve to be seen as people with rights like them."

That also doesn't surprise him for some reason. Stark Industries is known for offering clean energy at a much more affordable price. It's damn near impossible to find something that isn't influenced by Stark Tech these days.

"Goodluck." Peter says almost sarcastically. "In my world there are still humans that are trying to be seen as people. Humans are just.. kinda trash. I get picked on at school because I'm poor. And... an orphan. Which, you know. How dare I? But that's nothing compared to some other people. I've learned that people in power don't like their power being challenged and the moment they feel like they're losing power they lash out."

Now that really confuses York. Confuses him to the point his LED colors yellow as he attempts to process what's just been said. A human thought that other humans were trash. Well at least Peter was smart. And apparently on the side of androids.

York could still be surprised apparently.

He scowls heavily at what Peter tells him. "Poor and an orphan? How dare you think to exist," said with a sarcastic tone. "But you're right about people up top. Cyberlife destroyed Dad's home in Malibu, they organized a raid on the android's safehouse, Jericho, before blowing it up."

He looks to Peter. The world hated people like them apparently. People trying to just be seen and heard. "…maybe you're not so bad for a human." A small smirk.

"I know right?" Peter jokes. "What was I thinking?"

He listens to the story about what happened to the Malibu house and frowns in thought because that sounds an awful lot like what happened in his universe only it was a terrorist that attacked Tony then and that didn't really end well for the terrorist.

"I'm sorry." He voices when York reveals that the safehouse was destroyed. "You shouldn't be criminalized just for wanting.. to be." he says solemnly. He wonders briefly if he exists in York's universe and what his other self would even be up to. Other than dying of asthma every day.

"Oh, well, I'm part spider." He says flippantly. "Well.. sort of. It's a genetic mutation."

"Don't be sorry, you didn't do it," and York immediately wishes he hadn't snapped that out. Peter was being nice for fuck's sake. From where he's seated, York reaches over to pick up his kit. He's about to offer it Peter to look at - he'd probably he fascinated by the thirium blood packets - until that new info is dropped.

York just stares at him for a few seconds. "Wait what. Genetic mutation in you with spider genes? How… that's a thing? Possible?"

"Well no but I just.." Peter starts awkwardly, tapping his finger tips together to expel some anxiety. "I couldn't imagine what that must have been like..." He sucks in a breath and jumps on the subject change. Something he knows much better.

"Apparently because I sure did get spider powers from a radioactive spider bite. But it's got it got it's advantages- I no longer have crippling asthma and I don't sick like once a month. It's been almost a whole year since I've been in the ER."

There's a medium to high chance he's making this guy nervous. It's evident in the soft tapping of fingers against fabric and it's not coming from York. Maybe this guy is just... awkward? The android feels similar, but from biting back sharply at Peter when he didn't deserve it.

"Right, forgot health problems are a thing for humans like that," and he's nodding in understanding. "That's a bit of good luck for you. What sort of powers did it give you? I bet they're handy as fuck aren't they?" The sound of fabric drags against the ground when the android shifts to look more at Peter despite the horrid lighting for it.

Don't take it personally. Most things make Peter nervous. It comes with years of trauma and anxiety. it results in a lot of awkwardness.

"I guess..." Peter shrugs. "I mean, don't get me wrong I'm glad May doesn't have to worry about my medical bills anymore but... it really kinda sucked when it first happened. I didn't know what was going on and I was mad all the time and I said some.. really mean things to someone and..." He stops and lets out a breath.

"Anyways... I can basically stick to any surface and I'm really strong."

Medical in general had to suck for humans. Androids could go find a repair shop for cheap, or go find a Stark android for the help. Humans had to rely on other humans that worked on emotion and greed in favor of themselves instead of the patient.

"That sounds hella cool at least. The sticking and strong part. Not the... saying mean things. I guess." York was mean three-quarters of the time so he didn't relate.

York reached out towards Peter, but more so the other teenager could see his arm. The skin seemed to melt away, leaving a white human-shaped shell in it's wake. "Don't touch. But you can look."

The android's free hand lifted to press at the panels, revealing a seam that opened with a soft mechanical whirr. Inside was a network of cables and valves and other mechanics that moved his hardware. There was a blue glow from some of the clear tubes where his thirium pumped through.

"It's no sticking to any surface, but I have a feeling you won't find another android like me in this city."

"Yeah..." Peter nods, thinking about all the things he does as Spider-Man, how many people people he's helped. "It is pretty cool." He agrees.

And then York shows him his arm and Peter's eyes light up in pure excitement. "That's badass." Peter says, watching the tubes but not touching as York asked. He can't help but wonder if he'd be able to help him if he got in trouble. That blue stuff looks pretty important.

"So... and if you don't want to answer you don't have to-" he starts. "-but are you gonna be okay if you get hurt? Not that, that's gonna happen but.. I mean, I'm just worried."

York moved his fingers in a grabbing motion, allowing Peter to watch things move within to give the android that motion. It would be badass if no other androids from his world were brought here.

He makes a face at the question. "I've... been looking for parts. But they're very small, very fine, that I don't think I could make any from scrap if I tried. I have packs of thirium - err, blue blood is another name for it - if I lose any and some other small things in case of a small injury."

Teal eyes looked to ... brown, he was guessing. "But if I get really hurt, I'm fucked."

He was fascinated, watching the miniscule movements and how each wire seemed to respond. His over analytical brain already trying to piece together how it works-what exactly the thirium is for and what it's composed of. His thoughts are cut short though at that very alarming revelation.

"that's not-I mean maybe it's not as bleak as that? maybe there's someone that could help? I'd offer but I'm in high school and I don't think I'm qualified-although maybe if I downloaded the engineering datapoint thing? We could figure something out."

It all moved so smoothly, like the well oiled machine York was. "It is kind of that bleak. There's no dancing around it, Peter. Our vital spots are different but we have them like humans. I've watched other androids be gunned down for not complying when humans raided our home."

He wouldn't forget that night. The night right before being brought here. Weapons aimed right for the head, synthetic bodies dropping to the metal floor. His fingers clenched into a fist as he thought about it. "But if you want to try and help, I won't stop you. I spoke with someone else who thinks she might be able to help get thirium from a replicator. I don't know if the Agrii would understand if I asked for it from the supplies box."

His unopened arm moved, and picked up his aid kit to open. Peter would find a packet of thirium handed to him. "This is thirium. It's blood for androids from my world. It carries information about the android and sends it through the system so it does what it's programmed to do."