"I don't know. It doesn't feel right. They...sort of self ignite. It's weird." Tony carefully laid his tools down and slumped on the couch with his armor. He even laid his head against it's chest, as if it were alive.

No finer portrait could ever be painted of Tony Stark and his perpetual loneliness than watching him cuddle his own creation.

"Just until morning, Cap. Then we'll find them."