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That was definitely not less weird, but Tony did have to agree that 'suit lady' was probably the worse option, if he had to pick. He just didn't agree that he had to pick. "Ah-huh..." he started to murmur slowly, tapping at Peter's shoulder to get the towel back and re-soak it for new application, and wipe what was left of this goop off of his hands, only to be further confronted with the idea that his suit had an AI and that she hadn't even named herself.

"Why would I need an AI? What happened to Jo?" he asked. Before Peter could work up that confusion that Tony could sense from a mile away, he elaborated, "I don't--the suit is part of me," and offered an open palm, suddenly now covered in smooth gold, pouring up to his fingertips from under his sleeve. That wasn't going to help Peter any time soon, but they could maybe make a similar system, on a budget.

"I don't know. I didn't program her." Peter shrugged before passing the towel over. "But I do know that there isn't much Friday could hack into. I mean Karen could do that too but I use her mostly to track bad guys and stuff. She's also, apparently a tattle tale." Baby-monitor Protocol, he huffs in slight irritation. If Tony made the suit then that meant he had access to every thing Peter did because as much as Peter adores Tony, he's a massive control freak. Both in his universe and this one. Not that he would ever say that to his face.

"...Who's Jo?" He chances asking. There was JARVIS, before FRIDAY but as far as Peter's aware, it's always been an AI running the suit. Well, sort of. He glances down to see the gold and is eyes widen, clearly very impressed.

"That's so cool! Is it like.. nano-tech?"

Tony's first reaction was to wonder who Peter's suit could possibly be tattling to, with a pinch of concern between his brows that only became intrigue with some consideration. It would definitely help to know when Spidey had gotten himself stuck at the bottom of the ocean, he wasn't great at letting anyone know about that kind of thing, and May was too old to be constantly on edge without a little bit of reassurance that some AI tattling might offer. For that, he gave Peter's cheek an affectionate pat (the cream seemed to be drying down into a kind of sticky tack, which did colour the gesture as Tony wrinkled his nose with some regret) before he was swinging around back toward the bathroom with the towel.

"Jocasta, the synth that Ultron made? Before I had this, she was running most of my systems. It was supposed to be to give her something to do, so she could kind of go outside..." he explained, letting Peter fill in where he might be concerned. If Jocasta wasn't running the Iron Man, then she might have already been decommissioned. "I did end up relying on her too much, you know, it was good, ultimately, to move her out of the shop," he did reassure, since obviously she wasn't running anything now, and Tony could return brightly to announce, "The nanoweb, yeah, plugs into my brain, input lag is fractional now, lets me--" And he tilted his head, listening for the indication from Peter's communicator that he had received a text. 'Do this'.

That wasn't something Tony really explained to anyone else, if he could help it, and it was some relief to be able to tell someone that might actually understand and help improve the systems he had managed to piece together in this wasteland. Maybe the kid wasn't his Peter, he was missing a few pounds and graduate degrees, but Peter was someone Tony could trust, if he was anything. "Up," he continued suddenly out loud, looking irritably impatient like he had been waiting this whole time for Peter to intuit that Tony was trying to shove the towel up his clothes again.

Peter wrinkles his nose right back but more from the texture than anything. He watches Tony disappear to the sink again and sit down on the edge of the bed, listening to him mill about just out of sight.

"That's not-Ultron didn't do that where I'm from. He made a bunch of copies of himself and wiped Sokovia off the face of the planet trying to create some extinction level threat-I mean I don't know a lot about it-I was like thirteen when all that happened." He stands up again when Tony comes back out like he thought maybe he wasn't supposed to be doing that.

His communicator, which somehow found its way on the floor and under the bed alerts him to a message and he dives down to fish back out from under the bed.

"That's so cool..." Peter voices. "So if I got the communication data point could I do that?" He asks eagerly and then, at Tony's tone, lifts his shirt up to reveal the irritated rashes decorating his torso. The hem of his shirt makes its way to his mouth where he holds it in place with his teeth before offers to the towel by just turning his palm up.

It took Tony a beat to place the name, because it wasn't completely alien to him, except that it wasn't part of his Earth, either. The place where Wanda had come from, she or Tommy or Steve had told him, and he snapped his fingers as he placed it to announce, "We don't have that." Dropping the heavy towel into Peter's hands, he continued, "Sokovia. Never existed to be wiped out--you know, I really should have asked Jon, he's from an Earth, too, but he'd never heard of Captain America or the Fantastic Four or--anything, just baseline humans, nothing, I wonder if he has a Sokovia. He could probably draw us a whole global map, you could show me."

After a beat, he added, "Ultron, we have. Obviously. Shame about Jocasta, you'd love her, but the rest of it, that sounds right."

Spinning in a circle, trying to remember the last time he had seen the itch cream, it had definitely been in his hand, he waved both of his now empty hands to temper some of Peter's excitement. "Maybe. Definitely not this, exactly, I wouldn't be able to replicate it on my own, and I don't know a biologist that talented on this side of the universe. But I've been trying to work out how those datapoints work since I got here, and there's something to that, the neural-touch interface, if I can pin it down, you'd get pretty close."

"That bleak." Peter states, really enunciating each syllable to get the words around the fabric he's currently go in his mouth. He takes the towel and applies it to his rashes. Very carefully, When Tony's attention is on something else, he chances scratching through it and it burns and cools all at once. It's kinda nice. He does it again and finally lets the hem of his shirt go so that it falls back over is, what he hopes is stealthy, scratching.

"I really hope it exists somewhere because I'd hate for it to have only been thing in my universe just to get.. obliterated." The Avengers had done what they could but there was still lots of casualties.

Where did the anti-itch cream go? Peter takes a glance around the room and wonders if it also managed to find its way under furniture.

"Karen used to send all my text messages for me. Well not all of them-I mean that wasn't her job. Actually, I'm not sure what her actual job was other than to report my every single move to Friday." That was an exaggeration but he's pretty sure that's how Tony knew about the lady that bought him a churro that day. "Ned joked that was probably like an AI Nanny which is bananas insulting!"

It was only then that it occurred to Tony that Peter was not likely to have made the AI, that was not his usual field, so his brief stare of concern was replaced with...well, an acceptance of some unstated context. That didn't make it any better than Peter didn't know what Karen was doing when he really needed to be the most in control, presumably, but that was less troubling than losing control of his own experiments.

"That's nice, that they have each other," he suggested, deciding that this gossiping must have meant a blossoming artificial romance. "Why didn't you...give her another job?"

"How do you give an AI another job? She's a great assistant she's just also, apparently a traitor and records everything I do through something Mr Stark calls 'the Baby Monitor Protocol." Which is obviously a terrible name for it.

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Please ignore the fact he's scratching like a child with chicken pox. It's just really itchy and he can't help it.

It could not be ignored, in fact it had to be addressed, and unfortunately, if Tony was too distracted to remember what he had done with the cream, Peter was clearly worse. Without looking down, still focused on Peter like they were having a perfectly normal conversation and Peter wasn't actively trying to make his own life worse, Tony snatched his wrists and replied, "You tell her to do something else that isn't that." This seemed like an obvious solution to Tony, so he had to come up with the reason this would not be so obvious and landed on, "Unless she really likes doing the Baby Monitor thing...," which he supposed would make for a more difficult conversation. He didn't get much of a chance to reflect on exactly how much of a pushover he would personally be in that situation, because it finally struck him, "Wait, did I make your suit? You let me make you a suit?"

Peter didn't even let Tony look at his suit. Other-Peter.

Tony might have looked down but Peter does the moment he feels the man grab his wrist. He doesn't pull away though and just blinks for a second before frowning slightly at him for interfering.

Peter was about to tell him about how much trouble he'd gotten himself in when he had Ned hack the suit the first time but he stops when Tony asks if he-or the other version of him made the suit and frowns harder.

"Um.. yeah? Did you not make it in your world? I mean it wasn't so much as I let you-or him make me a suit-I would have refused if you'd-he'd asked. That's like waaay too much. It was more you- I mean he- did it without telling me and then gave to me when I got dragged to Germany. The suit I made wasn't nearly as... connected."

Not that either of them really needed Tony to answer, he was pretty sure, but he started slowly shaking his head, no, he definitely did not make Spider-Man's suit, and kept shaking it until he seemed to run out of momentum and was left squinting thoughtfully at Peter as he rambled. "He took care of it, on his own," he said when Peter appeared to have run out of breath, then gave a tap to Peter's chest, sure that meant this Spider-Man was more than capable of making himself a perfectly could suit as well.

That did release Peter's hands, so before the kid started itching again Tony did have to double-back, "Enough with this, it's stressing me out," both of his hands out flat like that could be the thing that stopped all of the scratching, then back to his more buoyant affection. "Believe me, I've tried, too, I've got one ready to go back in the garage the second he says the word, but he's--He's right, he's got it under control. Don't tell me Germany doesn't exist anymore, either."

"What? Of course Germany still exists. I mean the Leipzig-Halle Airport I think is still closed for repairs but the country itself is still there." Peter assures. It's a little weird to think that Tony Stark would ever just leave him to his own devices and let him handle his own suit. Maybe it was because Mr Stark only saw Peter as a kid? Which, it was nice to be treated like a normal kid sometimes but he also hated being treated like a kid.

"I guess the other you doesn't trust me as much." Peter offered with a small shrug, fighting the urge to start scratching again. "I mean I was fourteen when we met-uh.. the other Mr-well you know."

"You just said that other country was wiped out, I'm not gonna assume Germany survived you visiting," Tony was muttering while Peter was still explaining, and seemed to decide the best way to search for the cream he had put down was to drop himself back onto the bed, legs outstretched and propped on his hands.

"That's funny, I was just thinking the other you doesn't trust me," he observed, wrinkling his nose with an awkward laugh. "Fourteen, jesus--I'm not actually sure how old you were--You were just Spider-Man, for years, I didn't know you without the mask, I had no idea how old you were. Now, I mean, listen, he's got it more together than I do, he's got the gal and the company and he's changing the world, doesn't even have a secret kid or gambling addiction or anything. Impossible to be around." That was supposed to be reassuring, that there must have been a similar future in store for Peter, but the smile Tony managed was brief and apologetic.

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