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_{[The feed shows York with a dilapidated backdrop of a factory room where he's been staying. His brows are furrowed like he's angry but it's just a front. He's nervous. But this needs to be requested because if something bad happens...

Better to just be blunt and get it over with.]}

I need parts made. Not just like, regular standard grade parts that you'd find in a computer or whatever fucking bullshit we want to compare this to. Like, delicate and small parts. Even better if we can make bio-component parts.

_{[He didn't even bother introducing himself because there's been enough mixups so far and he doesn't want more.

The feed goes chaotic for a long moment, showing blurs as it moves. There's soft whirring and hissing that can be heard before the camera focuses on a section of opened mechanics. There's fine metal and plastic of engineering on display, with inner workings moving together. Blue glows and moves through clear silicone tubing like veins.]}

This shit is tough to ask for but I don't have the means to make them myself. But if something breaks, that's gonna be a bad time.

_{[The camera moves to blur the view again before York's face appears again.]}

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[There's a moment where it appears as though Tony is going to let York figure out the answers he is looking for, for himself. He reclines in his seat where he had been leaned more expectantly before, stretching his arms out behind him while York was leaving the whole space to Tony's comfort, and he smirks with a small tilt of his head and tongue between his teeth.

Maybe he has to lay it out.]

If I wanted to hurt you, I could save myself a lot of effort and just wait for your systems to fail. Unless that's not really something you're that worried about. Can't imagine what you'd get out of that performance, but more beautiful women have done much stranger things to get my attention.

[ It's been awhile since Peter's made his way to the library-he's pretty sure the last time he was hear was when he broke the door and it seems to be fixed now. He resists the urge to test it in fear it'll fall again. ]

[ It doesn't take him long to find the other two thanks to his enhanced hearing and he quietly pushes through it, pausing in the doorway to survey the scene before him: Tony seemed more relaxed and York seems tense. Which, Peter can understand why. ]

Sorry I'm.. late... I um.. I said I'd... come with him.

[ he voices, probably interrupting something because that's just sorta his luck but he offered to go with York and he's not one to break promises. ]

_{[York wasn't ready to get that close to Tony just yet. He was the one that needs the parts, so he had to eventually let him look, but it was... difficult.]}

Is patience a strong suit for you?

_{[Because it wasn't with his Tony. He's about to make another retort when Peter enters the library to join them. York relaxes - Peter's okay to the android.]}

Peter. Good to see you.

_{[He moves over to stand with his friend.]}

Haven't sneaked into any other factories lately I guess? _{[Then low for Peter, but it's probably audible to Tony because it's an empty room with only the three of them,]} If this Tony is anything like mine, he's the only one that could really replicate what I need and maybe what we need for testing thirium.

[Peter's first read of the situation is quickly flipped, as Tony tenses while York relaxes, first with a suspicious narrowing of his eyes at York for conveniently knowing him so well for someone who insisted the similarities were coincidental, then for what he could possibly be doing with Peter. Not wanting the kid to die of system failure was one thing, but Tony had already let one person in this city get away with some bullshit with the kid.]

I couldn't possibly hold being fashionably late against someone. Make yourself comfortable, sweetheart, pull up a...floor. We were just wasting time.

[It's a little hard, and Tony is clearly watching them intently, like he can read on them exactly what they've been up to.]

[ Peter moves further into the room, stopping just short when York approaches. ]

What? No. No factories. But I did almost die because of a stupid allergic reaction. [ Did he actually almost die? Probably not, but he sure felt like he wanted to. ] And I moved into the Young Avenger's headquarters thing-it's been fun.

[ On to more serious topics though, he lowers his voice mostly because York had. ]

You're probably not wrong but I don't think this Mr-Tony is gonna be anything like yours.

[ Already, Peter can tell he cares a lot. He'd also just called him sweetheart which so that was a thing. He turns his attention back to Tony. ]

Um.. so we were wondering if... maybe there was a way to recreate or find a viable replacement for... things without actually testing it on him.

_{[He frowns at the mention of almost dying. But at least Peter's got a place to stay, hopefully free of whatever tried to kill him. York has few friends and he'd like to keep them around. Alive.]}

Yeah, well, call it PTSD or something because my Tony didn't exactly treat me nicely and my programming can't tell the difference between this one and mine sooo yeah.

_{[He turns back to Tony, hands shoved in hoodie pockets.]}

I know I put out a request on the network about parts, but there's more to it. I need something called thirium, but it's only from my world's Artic area from what I've gathered. I know there's a replicator, but I don't know if I can trust what it gives me. So like Peter said, we need bio parts recreated to test on them instead of me.

_{[Because one wrong ingredient in the mix would more than likely shut York down.]}

[It was kind of Peter's default state, but the both of them being so awkward has Tony's suspicious glance darting between them, feeling like they were up to something together now, and maybe he should have called in backup as well.]

Yeah, okay. Is there a reason we're still talking about it?

[York might have been a little right about the patience thing.]

Thirium, got it, we'll figure it out, I wouldn't trust that thing, either. Give me a sample, between Pete here and Jon I'm sure they can synthesize something stable, can't be anything we've never seen before. What is it, like, cooling? Attitude control?

[ Peter briefly wonders if there's someway to over-ride that or if maybe associating this version of Tony as Anthony Stark rather than Antonio Stark would help- like some kind of android therapy. Could that be a thing? York's mind might be artificial but he seemed to think and react like a human-and wow he hopes that thought's not offensive. ]

[ It's not as insensitive as Tony's remark though and Peter just nearly winces on York's behalf. Coolant. ]

It's not that simple Mr..S. Thirium is like his blood supply which is-the implications of that are amazing because does that mean there's some element that the thirium pumps through his blood like oxygen does a human's? If so how would that even work?

'Cause I've given it some thought and while a sample would definitely help I don't really want to have to keep asking for a sample-what if it has an expiration date or has to be stored at a very specific temperature and we lose power or something?

_{[Peter winces at the coolant remark, York just glares at Tony. It's clear he wants to mouth off but he's not sure that's a good idea. They need him to replicate parts after all. A glance to Peter as the human explains and color York impressed a little. Peter remembered everything he was told about the thirium back in the factory that one day.]}

Yeah, Peter summed it up. And it does have an element in it, thirium-310. Thirium is the blood, adding 310 to the end refers to it as it's base element. It's mined in the Arctic where I'm from and is used in androids and in C₁₇H₂₁NO₄^*.

_{[He pulls his hoodie sleeve up on his left arm, letting the skin melt away to reveal a white shell hidden underneath. The panels of his forearm open to reveal those same mechanisms as from the video, with the thirium pumping through clear vinyl tubing. There's a slight glow to it, pulsing with his synthetic heartbeat.]}

_{[*chemical makeup of cocaine]}

[Both of them seemed to be resistant to the idea that the thirium might be doing something, making Tony spread a palm open with a pout for this attitude he was getting for what he thought was what they were all hanging out for.]

Okay, but--do you need oxygen?

[They both also seemed committed to calling this substance blood, which felt misguided to Tony, though it did really make that impression as York finally showed off what he had been hiding and Tony leaned forward curiously, elbows on his knees to clasp his restless hands together. With widened eyes, he gave a slow nod, trying to parse what the relationship between the two applications was.]

It's a stimulant. You're metabolizing your own power source.

[That couldn't have been it, it was so...inelegant. Unsustainable.]

[ Well... shit. did he need oxygen? Peter had asked a lot of questions that day but he doesn't remember if he asked that specific question. He was under the impression that he didn't but the fact of the matter was tat the chemical compound York listed clearly had oxygen molecules in it so maybe he did just not in the traditional sense of breathing. ]

[ And that compound. He knows what that is-it's ringing a bell. What is it? C is obviously carbon, H is hydrogen, N is Nitrogen... ]

[ Wait! ]

Oh my god! It's cocaine!

[ He realizes. Not that he would know anything about how hard drugs are made. No sir. It's just a lucky guess. ]

So.. what if we just... replicated cocaine or-wait. You said it was used in cocaine.

...

wait.

are people making designer drugs with thirium? [ He glances over at Tony. ] ...not that I have any idea what designer drugs even are.

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_{[York looks between the two humans, interior workings on display, and suddenly feeling a little vulnerable. But he holds out on the fear, keeping it at metaphorical bay. He had to, if he was to get what he wants.]}

Not to breathe, no. The system that imitates breathing is just the ventilation system to keep everything cool while making me appear more human. The thirium pump in my chest acts as a real heart to push and pull the thirium through my system.

_{[Another look between the two, tense.]}

It processes through the system, carrying information about me as an android but it isn't my power source. It's essentially a system maintainer. My power is a battery that'll essentially last for about two-hundred years.

_{[He looks to Peter with a look.]}

Designer drugs? What the fuck makes a drug designer? Distribution by by Coach or Gucci?

Of course you don't, you go straight home after school.

[Tony doesn't seem that troubled by Peter's seedier experiences, the kid did make a job out of punching people over things like designer drugs, and instead remained focused on York's workings, studying while he had the chance and laying out blueprints across the walls of the shop downstairs.

That York didn't know was maybe a little more interesting, capturing Tony's attention briefly in a curious squint. That wasn't helping his totally-from-Earth-honest image.]

And you're not worried about the battery, it's just this, right here? I thought you were going to give me a challenge. Or is that part of the thirium issue, it's corrosive or something? Honestly, listen, I've never made a synthetic myself, but I've put a few together, and none of them rely on a...

[He's making a twirling motion with one hand, to encompass the system that carried York's thirium.]

I feel like we can do better.

Yup. And Louie Vuitton.

[ Peter nods sagely at York's question. He couldn't help himself, the idea was just so funny to him he had to go with it. ]

No, but really, they're illegal drugs that someone's changed the chemical make up of so they're not 'technically' illegal drugs because the chemicals used to make them are 'technically' different. If someone theoretically added an extra element such as thirium to cocaine they could claim it's not cocaine and they'd be right but it still would have cocaine in it which, nice try buddy, it's still illegal.

...I think. At least it was where I'm from. It's a pretty hardcore drug.

[ he spiel about designer drugs done-okay maybe he knows a little bit about them-he frowns at Tony's suggestion. That was always a problem with Tony Stark-everything needed an upgrade. Nice to know it was a universal constant. ]

He's not asking for an upgrade Mr-Tony. That's not the concern here-he just said the thirium carries information about him as an android. We can't just change that. What if he's not the same person without it?

_{[York has to turn his head away even as he gives off a snort of laughter at the designer remark. It was almost enough to stun him into silence if it wasn't amusing. Then his attention is divided between the two again, between Tony remarking he wanted a challenge while Peter rambles a little about designer that he totally has no clue about at all. Sure, Peter. Sure.

That glare comes back at the remark of being made better. Peter gets his words out before York, but it doesn't stop the android from expressing his emulated emotions about it.]}

Yeah, fuck that, I don't want upgrades. I need spare parts in case shit gets fubar'd, and a suitable replacement of thirium or the blood itself. I've heard about what you humans keep doing to each other here, how someone decided they wanted you dead, but if someone tries that with me, there's no quick trip to the hospital that'll fucking fix me up.

_{[Not that he's going to willingly go into a hospital, but that was besides the point.

His arm closes back up and goes back to human looking with him tugging his sleeve down.]}

Fuck it. This was probably a bad idea. Being experimented on was what got me in this fucking body in the first place, I'm not about to let some Wish-knock off of my dad do even more of it when there's no backup for me.

_{[Whether this was his Tony or not, York didn't like the idea of upgrades when all he fucking wanted was parts and maybe the potential supply of blood for him.]}

[The suggestion that optimizing a part might make someone a different person was outrageous enough on its face that Tony just pursed his lips at Peter, only made all the more irrational by the fact that York didn't even have a consistent shell, so whatever spiritual integrity Peter suddenly found himself stricken by was provably much heartier than he should have been concerned about. What York was actually telling other people about his body situation wasn't clear, though--oh. Okay, he was just saying it, and while the pair of them were not making it sound like this was their primary concern, Tony still made an emphatic gesture as York suggested this change in body, that he could just be put in a backup, like that was all he had to do to make a cohesive argument against Peter's point.

What he did actually say was very sharp, and very clear, and for once Tony didn't seem to feel the need to expand on it and actually took a breath.]

No one here is your dad.

[He levelled a stare at York, making sure he understood that so it stopped being part of the equation, then leaned back again, hands open, no more knives.]

You're right, there's no quick trip to the hospital. You're running a system that makes that even more unattainable. I'm just trying to solve your problem. Your problem is the thirium, and it's going to keep being a problem, and it doesn't have to be. If I could change my system so I wasn't at risk of bleeding out in a place that isn't set up for blood transfusions, I would do it, but unfortunately I am stuck with this meatsack.

[ Peter glances at York, a little taken aback because he did not realized that he could transfer his consciousness to another body. He probably should have but he didn't really think about it. ]

I was thinking we could ask for a book on it? I mean if that doesn't work, it doesn't work but it'd probably be worth a shot, right? Otherwise we're pretty limited on the kind of research we can do.

[ Admittedly though, Tony has a point. If they could find a way to keep York from even having to worry about bleeding out that might be the better goal. ]

I mean... that's kind of a mood. I'd also like to not have to worry about bleeding-it's really annoying actually.

_{[Tony‘s level gaze is met with York‘s own glare before he looks away. He knows this isn’t Tony isn’t his dad, that his dad wasn’t even here. Who knew that androids could have trauma responses.

He focused instead back on the topic of parts and thirium.]}

If I had access to my brother I could get my schematics but that’s not an option. We could… ask the Agrii for a Cyberlife manual maybe? I’m not a CL-made model but I know the parts can be used in my system in a pinch. They’re just downgrades compared to what I do have.

_{[York frowns for a moment, shoving his hands into his hoodie pocket.]}

What could you guys do with a thirium sample? I could… disconnect a tube and reconnect it. As far as I know it doesn’t need any special storage like temperature or anything.

_{[A hand comes out to run through his dark hair nervously. He’s nervous and it shows. York can’t stop that though and shifts uncomfortably where he stands.]}

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[The thirium still sounded like it was more firmly Peter's wheelhouse, Tony would clearly rather do away with it entirely, so Tony glances Peter's way at that question with an expectant lift of his eyebrows.]

Jon can help with that, if you need it.

[He might have been a capable enough chemical engineer already to have made his webshooters, but some guidance might have been a welcome offer, unlike completely tearing out York's system, apparently. Ridiculous.]

If that's all you're really concerned with...

[Tony twirls a hand, not sure what else to offer until the thirium problem was sorted so he could make whatever delivery mechanisms or pressure controls or whatever it was that York was sure he needed a user manual for.]

I'm more in the business of upgrades, but I've been known to debase myself.

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