he who hesitates is toast

"Yeah, well, I've kinda sworn off robots for a while. You don't count," he tells Dummy, waiting in the corner and holding Tony's jacket for him. "Those were intelligent robots." The robot hangs its gripping arm, like a human would hang their head, with a metallic sigh.

In front of him, the digital image glows green. "One hundred percent, boss," FRIDAY relays. "Program 'Patrick Roy' fully deployed."

"Oh, well done," Vision says, as Tony claps his hands together and rubs them.

"Not out of the woods yet." But god, it's a step in the right direction. He looks at the image, the green light shielding the touchpoints, and blows out a breath. "How's your head?"