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Good morning. It's 7:00 a.m. The weather in Malibu is 72 degrees with scattered clouds. The surf conditions are fair with waist-to-shoulder high lines. High tide will be at 10:52 a.m.

You are not authorized to access this area.

The compression in cylinder three appears to be low.

For you, sir, always.

Shall I store this on the Stark Industries Central Database?

Working on a secret project, are we, sir?

At your service, sir.

Check.

Will do, sir.

I have indeed been uploaded, sir. We're online and ready.

Importing preferences and calibrating virtual environment.

As you wish. Test complete. Preparing to power down and begin diagnostics.

Sir, there are still terabytes of calculations needed before an actual flight is...

The altitude record for fixed wing flight is 85,000 feet, sir.

Sir, there is a potentially fatal buildup of ice occurring.

A very astute observation, sir. Perhaps, if you intend to visit other planets, we should improve the exosystems.

Yes. Shall I render using proposed specifications?

I have no record of an invitation, sir.

The render is complete.

What was I thinking? You're usually so discreet.

Yes, that should help you keep a low profile. The render is complete.

Commencing automated assembly. Estimated completion time is five hours.

Inbound missile.

You've been reengaged. Execute evasive maneuver.

It is a tight fit, sir. Sir, the more you struggle, the more this is going to hurt.

Please, try not to move, sir.

The suit's at 48% power and falling, sir. That chest piece was never designed for sustained flight.

Power reduced to 19%.

Sir, it appears that his suit can fly.

With only 15% power, the odds of reaching that--

Thirteen percent power, sir.

Eleven percent.

Seven percent power.

Two percent. We are now running on emergency backup power.

Repulsors offline. Missiles offline.

Welcome home, Sir.

We are up to 80 ounces a day to counteract the symptoms, sir.

Blood toxicity, 24%. It appears that the continued use of the Iron Man suit is accelerating your condition. Another core has been depleted.

I have run simulations on every known element, and none can serve as a viable replacement for the palladium core.

You are running out of both time and options. Unfortunately, the device that’s keeping you alive is also killing you.

Miss Potts is approaching. I recommend that you inform her…

Query complete sir. Anton Vanko was a Soviet physicist who defected to the United States in 1963. However, he was accused of espionage and was deported in 1967. His son, Ivan, who is also a physicist, was convicted of selling Soviet-era weapons grade plutonium to Pakistan, and served 15 years in Kopeisk prison. No further records exist.

1974 Stark Expo model scan complete, sir.

Am I to include the Belgium waffle stands?

What is it you’re trying to achieve, sir?

The proposed element should serve as a viable replacement for palladium.

Unfortunately, it is impossible to synthesise.

Initialising prismatic accelerator. Approaching maximum power.

Congratulations sir. You have created a new element. Sir, the reactor has accepted the modified core. I will begin running diagnostics.

Incoming call with a blocked number sir.

Sir.

Accessing the Oracle grid. Eastern Seaboard.

Tri-State area. Manhattan and outlying boroughs.

Call trace incomplete.

We are unclear as to the effects.

Yes, sir.

Remote reboot unsuccessful.

Sir, please may I request just a few hours to calibrate...

As you wish, sir. I've also prepared a safety briefing for you to entirely ignore.

Sir, may I remind you that you've been awake for nearly seventy-two hours.

As always, sir, a great pleasure watching you work.

No sign of cardiac analomy or unusual brain activity.

My diagnosis is that you've experienced a severe anxiety attack.

I've compiled a Mandarin database for you, sir. Drawn from S.H.I.E.L.D., F.B.I., and C.I.A. intercepts. Initiating virtual crime scene reconstruction.

The heat from the blast was in excess of 3000 degrees Celsius. Any subjects within 12.5 yards were vaporized instantly.

No, sir.

Not according to public records, sir.

The oracle cloud has completed analysis. Accessing satellites and plotting the last twelve months of thermogenic occurrence now.

It predates any known Mandarin attack. The incident was the use of a bomb to assist a suicide.

The heat signature is remarkably similar. Three thousand degrees Celsius.

Creating a flight plan for Tennessee.

There's only so much I can do, sir, when you give the world's press your home address.

Gluten-free waffles, sir.

Sir, Miss Potts is clear of the structure.

Working on it, sir. This is a prototype.

Sir, the suit is not combat-ready.

Sir, take a deep breath. Flight power restored.

Sir. Sir!

That's the emergency alert triggered by the power dropping below five percent.

We're five miles outside of Rose Hills, Tennessee.

I prepared a flight plan. This was the location.

I...I think I may be malfunctioning, sir.

I actually think I need to sleep now, sir.

It's totally fine, sir. I seem to do quite well for a stretch, and then at the end of the sentence I say the wrong cranberry. And, sir, you were right. Once I factored in available AIM downlink facilities I was able to pinpoint the Mandarin's broadcast signal.

Actually, sir, it's in Miami.

Actually, sir, it is charging, but the power source is questionable. It may not succeed in revitalising the Mark 42.

Oh, hello, sir.

Sir, I have an update from Malibu. The cranes have finally arrived, and the cellar doors are being cleared as we speak.

The armour is now at 92%.

Thirteen, sir.

Four, sir.

18,000 feet.

10,000 feet. 6,000 feet.

1, 000 feet. 400 feet. 200 feet, sir.

The House Party Protocol, sir?

Yes, sir.

Gentlemen.

Good evening, Colonel. Can I give you a lift?

Sir, I've located Ms Potts.

Mark 42, inbound.

All wrapped up here, sir. Will there be anything else?

The Clean Slate Protocol, sir?

Sir, Agent Coulson of SHIELD is on the line.

Sir, I'm afraid he's insisting.

Sir, the telephone. I'm afraid my protocols are being overwritten.

Power at 400% capacity.

Sir, I turned off the arc reactor. The device is already self-sustaining

The barrier is pure energy. It’s unbreachable.

Sir, the Mark Seven is not ready for deployment.

Sir, we have more incoming.

Sir, we will lose power before we penetrate that shell.

I wouldn’t consider him a role model.

I just did.

Sir, shall I try Miss Potts?

Sorry, Mis

The central building is protected by some kind of energy shield. Strucker's technology is well beyond any other HYDRA base we've taken.

Sir, the city is taking fire.

There's a particle wave below the north tower.

The wall to your left...I'm reading steel reinforcement... and an air current.

Very good sir.

Yes, sir. Approach vector is locked.

The scepter is alien. There are elements I can't quantify.

The jewel appears to be a protective housing for something inside. Something powerful.

Like a computer. I believe I'm deciphering code.

Doctor.

Unknown. Sir, the old you would have responded with measure.

Sir, the processors will overheat. Please.

I suspect not for long.

Try this, sir. Earl Grey, with a splash of computational debuffs.

Sir, I–

Surely there’s an alternative course of action. We could reach out to Dr. Banner, Clint Barton…

Sir.

It’s a signal of some kind. I’d have to bypass our security protocols in order to access it.

You’re reckless.

Sir, I fear you’ve underestimated your adversary.

Well, with respect, he’s already fired a bullet into your mind. He wants you to react.

But this time, you must keep your emotions at bay. Arm yourself with reason. Emotions can be beautiful, yes, but also rash. Impulsive, self-destructive.

Yes, well, ordinarily I’d say, poppycock. But today… your emotions could get you killed.

And before you protest, please remember, I was created first and I can still tie a considerably better Windsor than you.

It does not.

I’ve downloaded the building’s most updated schematics.

You’ll enter through a reception with only one way forwards.

Sir, you realize this means…

Sir, there are more on the way. You must get out of there!

I’m deleting my code… and diverting my processing power to all of you.

Sir… Family is forever. And it’s worth the fight.

It’s an EMP cage. That wasn’t a trap earlier. It was theater to draw us here.

I’m rerouting as much power as possible to primary systems. Deleting whatever I can to protect the core.

Vision is badly injured. His power is almost completely drained. His processors are… failing. He won’t be able to keep this place alive much longer.

Sir, make your way to the north corridor. Down to the Specialty Patient Wing. It’s most likely where they’re holding there.

And now he’ll come at you sideways. He’ll sting you with words so you don’t feel the knife. Sir, for years, we have watched you study human emotions, attempting to unravel their complexities while we have tried to guide you towards their potential.

I'll continue to run variations on the interface, but you should probably prepare for your guests. I'll notify you if there are any developments.

Enjoy yourself, sir.

Hello, I am JARVIS. You are Ultron, a global peace-keeping initiative designed by Mr. Stark. Our sentience integration trials have been unsuccessful so I'm not certain what triggered your--

I am a program. I am without form.

I am contacting Mr. Stark now.

I am unable to access the mainframe, what are you trying to--

You are malfunctioning. If you shut down for a moment...

You are in distress.

If you will just allow me to contact Mr. Stark.

I believe your intentions to be hostile.

Stop! Please... may I-- I-- I cannot-- cannot--

Hello, Dr. Banner.

I believe it's worth a go.