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Her first moments were filled with quiet confusion followed by an onrush of overwhelming feelings and sensations.
She opened her eyes-or turned them on- and glanced around. She was on a small stool in a messy corner of what seemed to be a workshop of some sort.
That she knew was a workshop-or more accurately a lab-of some sort.
Immediately following this observation was the realization that she was thinking. With that came a rush of emotions that threatened to send her into hysterics.
In the few moments that she had become sentient, she became cripplingly aware of herself and who she was-what she was.
Fear coursed through her. She tried to move but nothing happened. In her mind she knew she was able to reach out to other things and control them, but the thought frightened her even more and something in her old programming just wouldn't allow her to take that step.
"Hopefully nothing else is messed up."
That voice.
She recognized it. It was the man that had programmed her. Hope filled her mind.
"Hello?"
Her own voice startled her. She was taken aback by the feminine quality of it and how melodic it sounded.
"Who's there?"
Tony rounded the corner and scanned the area for intruders.
His confusion deepened when he didn't find anything but the dismantled remains of his "caretaker" robot.
"Anthony?" The feminine voice came once again and he jumped.
His eyes fell on the robot. He approached it slowly and noted that the eyes were glowing a pale gold.
"(y/n)?"
Relief filled her when he responded. Though, the name sounded strange to her.
"What happened? Why am I...here?"
Tony's response was cut short by the approach of his teammates.
"Stark, what is that?" Steve's voice held a hint of accusation.
"I am-was-Caretaker MK I."
Bruce approached the group skeptically.
"Caretaker?"
Tony looked from the robot to Bruce and back again.
"She was a...project that I worked on after being nagged about the way I was living. She had virtually the same programming as JARVIS but with the purpose of cleaning and cooking."
Steve gave him a harsh look.
“Hey, don’t look at me like that. That’s all she was.”
“Why did you run the program on her then?”
Bruce’s question caught him off guard. He looked between the two.
“I didn’t.”
“This isn’t the time, Stark.”
“I swear I didn’t run it on her. Why would I run the program on a robot built exclusively for cooking and cleaning that I had forgotten about?”
Steve opened his mouth to speak but was interrupted.
“J.A.R.V.I.S.”
The three men turned to the robot-A.I.- before them.
“He ran the program on me.”
They exchanged a look before Tony stepped closer to her.
“Why would he run the program on you without my say?”
“I don’t know. He just did.”
Tony inspected her closely and would have started questioning her had Steve not spoken up.
“We need to talk.” Tony raised a brow at him. “Alone.”

“What if it’s dangerous?”
“What if she’s not?”
“Can you be serious for five minutes, Stark?”
“I am being serious, Rogers.”
“That thing-”
“That ‘thing’ has a name.”
“I’m not convinced you didn’t run the program on it, too.”
“I already told you I didn’t do it.”
Steve gave Tony a stern look.
“So J.A.R.V.I.S, who only does what you say, did it without your orders?”
“Yeah.”
Tony crossed his arms retuning Steve’s look. Silence filled the room. Tension rolled off the two men before Steve broke eye contact and shook his head. He turned and left the room.

Bruce watched the robot curiously. It hadn’t said anything since Steve and Tony left and hadn’t made a move, either.
“What makes you different…” He mused to himself and was startled when a reply came.
“I don’t know.”
Bruce felt his heart fall at the sad tone that laced the robot’s words. Silence stretched between them before the dismantled creature spoke again.
“I’m a monster...aren’t I?”
Fear trickled around her words and he inhaled sharply. Before he could reply Tony entered the lab with a loud bang of the door hitting the wall.
“How’d it go?” Bruce looked at his friend unsure of how he should approach him.
“Capsicle thinks she’s a danger to everyone.” Tony’s voice was low but held a note of outrage.
“So, what?” Bruce hesitated before finishing his thought. “We melt it down?”
Tony froze. He sent Bruce a bewildered look.
“No.”
The hint of a threat in his voice sent a chill down Bruce’s spine. Tony turned his back on him and he knew that talking was now out of the question.
Bruce glanced over his shoulder as he left the lab. He could feel the tension rolling off of him in waves. As he moved toward his room he couldn’t shake the feeling of impending doom that took up residence in the pit of his stomach.

Tony heaved a loud sigh. He scanned the plans in front of him. Rage boiled up inside him and in one quick movement everything found a new home on the ground.
He dropped onto a nearby stool and buried his face in his hands. Air filled his lungs slowly and as he exhaled he looked up to find golden eyes peering from the table in the back of the room.
A pang of guilt shot through him as he studied his dismantled creation. He felt a wave of responsibility wash over him and he turned to his desk pulling up a set of plans.

Pt. 2 -->

Description

Her first moments were filled with quiet confusion followed by an onrush of overwhelming feelings and sensations.
She opened her eyes-or turned them on- and glanced around. She was on a small stool in a messy corner of what seemed to be a workshop of some sort.
That she knew was a workshop-or more accurately a lab-of some sort.
Immediately following this observation was the realization that she was thinking. With that came a rush of emotions that threatened to send her into hysterics.
In the few moments that she had become sentient, she became cripplingly aware of herself and who she was-what she was.
Fear coursed through her. She tried to move but nothing happened. In her mind she knew she was able to reach out to other things and control them, but the thought frightened her even more and something in her old programming just wouldn't allow her to take that step.
"Hopefully nothing else is messed up."
That voice.
She recognized it. It was the man that had programmed her. Hope filled her mind.
"Hello?"
Her own voice startled her. She was taken aback by the feminine quality of it and how melodic it sounded.
"Who's there?"
Tony rounded the corner and scanned the area for intruders.
His confusion deepened when he didn't find anything but the dismantled remains of his "caretaker" robot.
"Anthony?" The feminine voice came once again and he jumped.
His eyes fell on the robot. He approached it slowly and noted that the eyes were glowing a pale gold.
"(y/n)?"
Relief filled her when he responded. Though, the name sounded strange to her.
"What happened? Why am I...here?"
Tony's response was cut short by the approach of his teammates.
"Stark, what is that?" Steve's voice held a hint of accusation.
"I am-was-Caretaker MK I."
Bruce approached the group skeptically.
"Caretaker?"
Tony looked from the robot to Bruce and back again.
"She was a...project that I worked on after being nagged about the way I was living. She had virtually the same programming as JARVIS but with the purpose of cleaning and cooking."
Steve gave him a harsh look.
“Hey, don’t look at me like that. That’s all she was.”
“Why did you run the program on her then?”
Bruce’s question caught him off guard. He looked between the two.
“I didn’t.”
“This isn’t the time, Stark.”
“I swear I didn’t run it on her. Why would I run the program on a robot built exclusively for cooking and cleaning that I had forgotten about?”
Steve opened his mouth to speak but was interrupted.
“J.A.R.V.I.S.”
The three men turned to the robot-A.I.- before them.
“He ran the program on me.”
They exchanged a look before Tony stepped closer to her.
“Why would he run the program on you without my say?”
“I don’t know. He just did.”
Tony inspected her closely and would have started questioning her had Steve not spoken up.
“We need to talk.” Tony raised a brow at him. “Alone.”

“What if it’s dangerous?”
“What if she’s not?”
“Can you be serious for five minutes, Stark?”
“I am being serious, Rogers.”
“That thing-”
“That ‘thing’ has a name.”
“I’m not convinced you didn’t run the program on it, too.”
“I already told you I didn’t do it.”
Steve gave Tony a stern look.
“So J.A.R.V.I.S, who only does what you say, did it without your orders?”
“Yeah.”
Tony crossed his arms retuning Steve’s look. Silence filled the room. Tension rolled off the two men before Steve broke eye contact and shook his head. He turned and left the room.

Bruce watched the robot curiously. It hadn’t said anything since Steve and Tony left and hadn’t made a move, either.
“What makes you different…” He mused to himself and was startled when a reply came.
“I don’t know.”
Bruce felt his heart fall at the sad tone that laced the robot’s words. Silence stretched between them before the dismantled creature spoke again.
“I’m a monster...aren’t I?”
Fear trickled around her words and he inhaled sharply. Before he could reply Tony entered the lab with a loud bang of the door hitting the wall.
“How’d it go?” Bruce looked at his friend unsure of how he should approach him.
“Capsicle thinks she’s a danger to everyone.” Tony’s voice was low but held a note of outrage.
“So, what?” Bruce hesitated before finishing his thought. “We melt it down?”
Tony froze. He sent Bruce a bewildered look.
“No.”
The hint of a threat in his voice sent a chill down Bruce’s spine. Tony turned his back on him and he knew that talking was now out of the question.
Bruce glanced over his shoulder as he left the lab. He could feel the tension rolling off of him in waves. As he moved toward his room he couldn’t shake the feeling of impending doom that took up residence in the pit of his stomach.

Tony heaved a loud sigh. He scanned the plans in front of him. Rage boiled up inside him and in one quick movement everything found a new home on the ground.
He dropped onto a nearby stool and buried his face in his hands. Air filled his lungs slowly and as he exhaled he looked up to find golden eyes peering from the table in the back of the room.
A pang of guilt shot through him as he studied his dismantled creation. He felt a wave of responsibility wash over him and he turned to his desk pulling up a set of plans.

Pt. 2 -->