Tony calmly took the blame.

As the creator of Fléty, although only 98% of the creator, he subconsciously included the girl in his responsibility. After confirming the familiar Stark signature in Fléty's core program, he believed in every word the girl said.

His AI would never lie to him.

"Okay girl, don't say you want to lie in a coffin so calmly. I'm the one who just went through a kidnapping, not you."

Tony's finger stopped on the security command that was specially added. He didn't know if he wanted to flick it away or continue to stay.

He seemed to have thought of something and asked, "When were you activated?"

Fléty pulled up the work record and reported a date, "December 2nd, 1991."

The studio fell into an indescribable silence.

1991 … 1991.

That was the most difficult winter in Tony Stark's life. He still remembered every note of the piano music his mother played in the small living room before she left. He remembered suppressing his anger and turning his face away. He didn't want to say a word to his father, let alone kiss him goodbye.

At that time, he didn't know what he would lose. He thought that there was still a lot of time. He thought that even if everything was bad, it would continue to be bad.

Jarvis in the AI: "According to the record, Mr. Howard and Mrs. Maria died on December 17th, 1991."

"Yes, the security monitoring program for the boss was activated 15 days before that."

Jarvis and Fléty were quiet at the same time.

"Well, this program is quite useful."

Tony woke up from his long-lost memories and casually pushed the red light ball that represented the core code aside. "Let's not care about the past. Let's see what we should do now."

He glanced at the documents displayed on the screen. Hydra's secret base, human experiment reports, Mutant gene sequencing maps, illegal weapons research plans … Any one of them could make the military group immediately explode in a fancy spiral.

"You really are a beautiful little troublemaker." Tony said with disdain, but his expression was different.

"I've already destroyed all the clues and archived information to ensure that no one can trace the origin of this body. Please rest assured.

If you find any omissions that may cause trouble, I'm sorry, sir. I'll follow your instructions in the future. "

"Hey, good girl, I'm not blaming you.

Although the Mutant body produced by Hydra sounds very unreliable, since you are using it well, I have no objections. "

Tony glanced at his assistant and saw her trusting gray eyes. He didn't say anything else.

He turned back to encrypt all the files and ordered, "Jarvis, save them to my private server."

"Yes, sir."

Then, he stretched and lazily ordered, "Fléty, now, pour me a glass of water."

Fléty turned to the small bar to pour water. There was a clumsy robot next to him, twisting and turning as if it didn't understand why its job was done by someone else.

Tony said to Jarvis with satisfaction, "I can finally lie down and drink water without having to worry about Dumbo splashing water on my face."

Jarvis argued for Dumbo like a brother. "Sir, Dumbo's program was set by you. Don't you think it's cute when he tripped over the wires?"

Tony was speechless. Tony was speechless.

At night, lying on the soft bed in the guest room, Fléty closed his eyes and took long breaths. However, his mind was — —

"Brother?"

Jarvis lowered the temperature in Tony's master bedroom and replied to her, "Yes?"

"Is the boss going to keep me in this way?

Isn't he worried …? "Worried about what, Fléty couldn't figure it out.

"I think so."

Jarvis turned on the bedside lamp. "Sir's way of thinking has always been different. You don't have to worry. He will solve all the problems."

"But we were created to help him solve his problems, not create them."

Fléty's backend had been running algorithms non-stop since Tony left the body behind by default, calculating all kinds of possible situations and solutions.

"You've brought Sir back from Afghanistan. The biggest problem has been solved. We can take care of the rest bit by bit."

Jarvis's voice was like the softest and most gentle string on a cello. Every time he plucked it, it was a string of pleasant and peaceful notes.

The voice said, "Now, you need to stop the backend operations and take a real rest.

Only in this way can you ensure that you have enough energy to carry out normal human activities tomorrow. This is what a qualified AI butler needs to do. "

"Okay, Brother."

Fléty compared the priorities of the two tasks and decisively chose to listen to Jarvis's advice. He stopped his algorithms one by one. "Please wake me up before Sir wakes up tomorrow. I hope to prepare breakfast for him."

"No problem. Good night, Fléty."

"Good night, Brother."

·

So when Tony woke up the next day, he couldn't help but follow the fragrance to the kitchen.

"Good morning, Boss." Freddie placed a perfectly shaped fried egg on a white porcelain plate. Greasy bacon and eggs were placed on top of the egg.

Green beans were beside the plate, and golden bread slices were neatly stacked in a basket.

AI Mole —

"Brother, do you think Sir will sit down?"

"76% chance. The remaining 22% is donut takeout and 1% is not eating breakfast." Jarvis quickly analyzed.

It turned out that Jarvis's data analysis was never wrong when it came to his Sir.

Moustache Tycoon, who fell asleep on his soft bed for the first time in three months, was full of energy. He was in a good mood as he spread half a bottle of blueberry jam on the bread slices.

"I have to say, I'm very happy that you have a body, Fléty."

Tony finished half a basket of bread and thought of the cheeseburger on the plane and said sincerely.

"I'm glad you like this breakfast." Fléty put a cup of strange green drink in Tony's hand and silently moved two steps away.

"What is this?"

Tony didn't stop reaching for the third fried egg as he stared at the cup of turbid green liquid suspiciously.

"Cucumber and spinach juice?"

Fléty secretly poked Jarvis in the AI Mole. "Brother, you do it."

"Sir, in view of your lack of balanced nutrition for a while, I suggested that Fléty prepare a cup of fruit and vegetable juice mixed with a variety of fruits and vegetables. It can effectively supplement your vitamins.

This drink contains blueberries, celery, tomatoes, and spinach, and it is flavored with honey. "

The rich and colorful menu was specially provided by J.A.R.V.I.S. Every vegetable list was taken out of Tony's daily menu, but the effect when added together was obviously not very satisfactory.

Listening to Jarvis's standard public school voice, Fléty felt that if she was a normal person, even if this was a cup of poison, she would drink it without hesitation.

It was a pity that Tony Stark had developed extraordinary willpower from this beautiful British voice that he had set earlier.

He smelled the indescribable smell of celery and tomatoes and decisively rejected the kindness of the two AI butlers. "I think orange juice is enough."

After the sumptuous breakfast, Tony was satisfied and planned to return to the studio. "Do you have any plans, Fléty?"

Tony casually asked and did not expect to hear any answer. The next sentence was to drag the little girl into the armor research and development.

"In fact, I have something to report to you, sir."

Fléty said while cleaning up the dishes. "When tracking your whereabouts, I used Mr. Howard's authorization to check the operation of Stark Industries. There were some strange areas."

Fléty put the fruit and vegetable juice that was ignored into the refrigerator. "But because more accurate clues were detected on the Internet, I did not pursue it.

If you think it is necessary to trace it, I need your authorization to enter the server of Stark Industries. "

Tony put down the napkin in his hand. "What clues?"

"The flow of several batches of weapons from Stark Industries seems to be able to be traced to an international terrorist organization."

"You are authorized, Fléty." Tony drank the rest of the orange juice in one gulp and calmly announced, "Start work."

"Okay, sir," Jarvis and Fléty said at the same time.

Tony locked himself in the laboratory and synchronized the work process from Jarvis's system to Fléty's system for backup. Therefore, the daily routine of the AI siblings became —

"Fléty, prepare lunch. Sir estimates that it will take another forty minutes to complete the current design of the hand armor."

"Okay, brother."

Then Fléty carefully entered the messy studio with a tray and cooperated with Jarvis to remind Tony to eat and rest while quickly clearing away the glass shattered by the hand armor.

Most of the time, Fléty sat in the living room and checked the running water of Stark Industries one by one while Jarvis shared the situation in the studio with him.

The Leap Valley suit was named Mark 1 and was disassembled into pieces. The newly replaced light tube of the eighth suit was destroyed by the manually controlled ejector. During the first test flight of the leg armor, Tony was thrown to the ceiling. When he got up from the pile of parts, he saw Fléty standing next to him with an ice pack and tape.

"Are you just going to watch me lie here like this?" Tony got up with a grimace.

"Brother's body scan shows that you are not seriously injured." Fléty skillfully pulled open his sleeves and applied the ointment to the new bruises.

Jarvis continued, "Sir, I suggest you start with one percent of the power next time."

During this period, Pepper came over a few times. After confirming that Tony was fine, she told Fléty to take good care of him and left. She seemed to be busy dealing with the public relations issues of her willful boss.

Stein also came with New York pizza. After being refused to visit the studio, he was extremely stingy and took away the whole box of pizza.

When he came, Fléty did not appear. Taking advantage of the rare opportunity when Tony left the laboratory, he raced against time to clean up the dangerous debris in the laboratory with Xiao Luo.

Everything was normal.

The stock price of Stark Industries fell like a mudslide. Everyone was guessing whether Tony Stark was scared out of his wits or his brain, and the gossip center was addicted to the new toy.

"Day 11, 37th test, configuration version 2.0. Because there was no other choice, Xiao Luo was responsible for putting out the fire."

Tony was wearing the four-legged propulsion device. He turned his head and pointed at Xiao Luo with a serious face. "But if I don't catch fire and you spray something on me, I will donate you to the university."

Xiao Luo shook its mechanical arm. It was not clear if it understood.

Fléty held gauze, medicine, and ice bags and waited on the side.

Jarvis controlled the camera and began to record.

"To be safe, start with 1% axial load support." Tony got into position and began to count down. "3, 2, 1."

The propulsion device brought him to a perfect hover 30 centimeters above the ground.

"Not bad." Tony breathed a sigh of relief. He turned his head and scolded Xiao Luo who was circling around him. He increased the power to 2.5%.

In Jarvis's camera, he carefully flew around the luxury car and the workbench before landing safely.

"Okay, I can fly now."

Fléty watched Jarvis control pieces of armor to cover Tony's body. The fitted silver armor opened and closed inch by inch for debugging. The eyes of the face armor lit up with a bright blue light. She knew that Jarvis was importing various modes according to the command.

The armor's four limbs lit up with flames. It tilted slightly and sped along the road to the sea.

It was 100% Stark's style of "run before you walk".

Fléty, who shared Jarvis's camera perspective, looked at the starry night sky and the bright lights of New York. She calmly informed the amusement park service to prepare a vanilla ice cream cone for a crying little boy who had just come down from the Ferris wheel.

She listened to the voice in the headset asking about the flight record of the SR71 Blackbird. Jarvis calmly reported the possibility of ice formation. The system was instantly disconnected and reconnected. When her heart tightened into a ball, an excited shout cut through the darkness like a bright firework. On the screen, Tony Stark's smile was brighter than the sun.