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You creaked to life, your gears clinking together as you moved for the first time since completion.

"The perfect girl. . ."

You looked over, your head clicking as the chain in your mouth started to run.

"I have made the perfect girl."

Your beams set on a man with dark hair, a contrast to his lightly colored suit.

Unable to see color, you simply focused on the different hues and shades of black and white.

If you had a heart, it would have beat a mile a millisecond.

Running the mathematics through the calculation section of your man-made brain, you decided that was theoretically impossible and threw the thought out.

"Tony Stark," The man held out his hand, much like your own, but it functioned perfectly, no creaks heard from the gears inside as they worked to make the part move.

You beamed down at the part, confused, before the manner section of your brain forced you to slowly hold out your hand, though it wasn't hesitation that held you back.

After the man shook your hand, the man you now facially registered as 'Tony Stark', he asked you to jump off the table you rested upon.

You looked at him blankly for a moment, before cooperating.

You stood, the gears in your legs creaking and groaning in effort, as you had not been 'alive' enough for the oil to efficiently get into all of your gears.

The man smiled down at you, your jaw opened in an effort to return the smile.

"I think I'll name you (y/n)." Tony Stark settled. "I've always loved that name."