"I would be delighted to bring it on, Stark." (Y/n) retorted. Tony still far from liking the smile that seemed to be permanently plastered across his rival's face.

"Watson. My briefcase if you will." (Y/n) called out. The dark suited man dutifully coming up behind her and opening the bag.

"Here you will find a few ideas of mine." (Y/n) began as she reached into the case and pulled out a pile of files filled with blueprints, handing them one at a time to Tony as she spoke.

"This concerns a new upgrade to Captain Rogers shield. This one is for new arrows for Mister Barton. The next is regarding a slight alteration to Sargent Barnes arm, that I believe may assist him. This is a new weapon that I designed especially for Miss Romanoff. Another.............."

"Okay, okay. I get it. You think that you can improve everything." Tony huffed, as he took the rest of the pile of files from (Y/n)'s hands.

"Oh no. Not everything. Just anything that you've designed, Stark." (Y/n) retorted. Nodding to Watson who closed the briefcase and moved to stand by her side.

"And whom might this be? If you haven't noticed, you don't need a bodyguard around here. Or is it your long suffering husband? Boy, do I feel sorry for you, pal. Has anyone ever told you that you deserve a medal?" Tony chuckled, as he looked Watson up and down. The handsome looking man in the dark suit, standing stiff and straight. His deep blue, almost purple eyes looking deep into Tony's brown orbs.

"Oh no, Stark. Watson here is something quite special. Something quite........unique. One of a kind you could say. You see, you might have your AI systems. But I have Watson. And he can do everything that your F.RI.D.A.Y. can do, and more. Except I have the advantage that Watson actually has a physical presence as well, and is indistinguishable from any other living, breathing human in this room. You see, Watson is one of my greatest creations. A hybrid cyborg. The perfect fusion of organic and mechanical technologies. A merger of human and AI. Of mortal and immortal. On the outside, he appears just like you and I. Nothing more than mere flesh, muscle, and bone. But beneath the surface he is a mass of circuits and wires. Interfaces and operating systems. And unlike you with J.A.R.V.I.S and F.R.I.D.A.Y, I didn't feel the need to give him a silly acronym for a name, because I couldn't come up with anything better." (Y/n) retorted. Watching Stark's every move as he walked up to Watson and looked him up and down.

"And what kind of name do you call Watson?" Tony huffed, as he circled his rivals right hand man.

"You can ask him yourself, he picked it. You see, Watson has a penchant for the works of Sir Arthur Conan Doyle. And we both agreed that the name Sherlock seemed a little ridiculous." (Y/n) chuckled as Tony turned to glare at her.

"Is he fully functioning?" Tony snorted with amusement. (Y/n) shaking her head and rolling her eyes as she sensed what Stark was alluding to.

"You do know that it is rude to talk about, and completely ignore someone when they are right in front of you, don't you, Stark? Watson. Will you please explain to the halfwit here, about your biological status?" (Y/n) asked. Watson nodding respectfully as he stepped forward.

"Of course. As the professor told you. I am indistinguishable from any other human male. I am anatomically correct in every way. Yet unlike humans, I have no need to eat or sleep. Nor would I die if I was deprived of oxygen. And, may I add, that as I believe you were enquiring as to my capabilities as far as other human pursuits are concerned. I can assure you that I would be more than capable. But as that is not part of my duties, I am not programmed to need or desire such pastimes." Watson explained, before stepping back and standing by his creator's side.

"So, you aren't some kind of glorified sex robot then? I think ya missed out on a trick there, (Y/n). You could make a fortune is you programmed him right. Even a mousey little bookworm like you might get some then." Tony laughed. The rest of the team wishing that he would shut up before he got himself in real trouble.

"Firstly, Stark. I have no desire to hear about your perverted little peccadillos. What you do in the peace of your own labs with your suits is between you and your conscience. Well, if you had one that is. Secondly, if you haven't already noticed, the profits of Pandora, already rival those of Stark Industries. Therefore, I have already made a fortune and didn't need daddy's name or company handed to me on a silver platter, to do it. Thirdly, Watson is not a robot. He is a hybrid cyborg. And finally, and most importantly. Unlike you, I do not have to pick up every silicone filled, airhead that I come across, to, as you so eloquently put it, get some!" (Y/n) growled as the two rivals once again stood toe to toe. Steve sighing, as he decided that he had had enough of listening to two bickering geniuses.

"Wasn't Rhodey supposed to be here to referee these two?" Bucky whispered to Steve, as he and the others listened to the beautiful professor continue to run rings around Tony.

"He said he would be here. But as he isn't. I think it's up to me and you to bring this to an end before Tony says or does something he will really regret. The last thing he wants is to have another suit fall apart on him." Steve replied, as he and Bucky stepped forward. Steve pushing himself in between the two warring factions.

"Professor. Why don't I take you and your.........your friend here down to the labs? Bruce is already down there, and I am sure that he would be more than interested to talk with you about your designs." Steve said. Offering (Y/n) his arm and leading her out of the common room with Watson in tow.

"It's so nice to see that Stark hasn't rubbed off on you, Captain Rogers. It would be a shame to have such wonderful manners replaced by conceited arrogance and childish innuendos. But I suppose that I shouldn't have expected that Stark might have grown up. That would be too much to ask. I only wish a little of you had rubbed off on him. Though Stark wouldn't know how to be a gentleman, even if full instructions were dressed in stripper clothes and giving him a lap dance." (Y/n) called out as she and Steve left the room. Bucky holding Tony back, as he tried to give chase.

"I swear that I am not going to last the week with that woman in the labs. It'll either be her or me." Tony groaned as he dropped back into his chair. His head falling into his hands.

"A week? You think that this is only gonna last a week? That lady is here for the long haul, Stark. And if she is offering new advances and technologies to S.H.I.E.L.D and the government, neither of them is going to say no. Especially if what she did at the party the other night was only the tip of the iceberg. Then you better get used to seeing that face." Clint chuckled, having a feeling that his prediction was right, and that Tony's punishment had only just begun.

"Well, I don't know about you guys, but I am interested in seeing what my new arrows could be." Clint continued, as he made his way out of the common room to catch up with Steve and (Y/n). Bucky also deciding that seeing what the beautiful professor could have in mind for his arm was much more interesting than babysitting Stark. Tony finally looking up to see that he was all alone. Deciding that even if he did have to accept his fate, it didn't mean that he had to make it easy for his rival.