"Am I getting ganged up on? Is that what's happening?" Tony cocked his hip out as his mirror image shrugged innocently.

"What can I say? Pete likes me. Of course he does--it's me." Clearly gunning for posturing points, the AI smoothed his hair back in one clean sweep. "But hey, this isn't all altruistic on my end--if I handle well, maybe you can upgrade me into a physical body as handsome and classy as any Tony Stark deserves, you dig?"

"That'll get confusing real quick."