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Sam was right by the way, Tony was either drunk or too focused trying to figure out where is prototype suit went. Though he did figure that out in the morning when Jarvis realized that he never got his permission to let Sam take it.

"Not like he asked for it in the first place, the little twerp." Tony grumbled, looking over the damaged suit. There weren't any major damages, really the only lasting things are areas where the material was burned due to over exposure to Energon.

This prototype only had basic functions sick as flight and the repulsor cannons, as well as an emergency low-power arc reactor unit. It only had enough Paladium for about an hour's use, and Tony knew that Sam produced some kind of strange energy.

"Jarvis, call the kid up here." Tony ordered. "I need to better understand what fuels this kids powers and how he produces it. From what he told me, it's a natural resource. The only reason people haven't noticed it is because it's essentially a dormant rock untill activated."

Tony sighed, leaning up against a ta le and running his temples. "So many things to work on... From that 10 Rings in Afgan to my condition to this kid...One step at a time Tony. You're the greatest mind there is, you can do this."

Anthony Stark was a genius aboung geniuses, but sometimes that fact got to his head. Often he found himself doing things that he didn't quite agree with, but even so it just felt good to do it. That includes girls, drinking, gambling, all of it.

But in the end, a voice in the back of his head nagged at him, telling him that he was just running away. Away from his grief. Ever sinse the day he saw his parent's bodies laid out before him, he had changed. He was always a party boy, but after that day he had a reason to indulge himself.

Sinse that day, he had used whatever he could to continue that life- there were no limits to what he would do to remain on top. Tony had become a powerhungry shark that would devour everything in his path.

Until he was kidnapped. In that cave, he met a man that reminded him of his father, Yusuf. He was kind, and caring, and everything his father had wanted him to be, and yet never was. There, he saw his own weapons being shipped out to massacre thousands of innocent people to make space for oil fields and malls.

It disgusted him.

Yusuf was understanding, surprisingly so, even when he revealed that a good portion of his family had been killed by the very same weapons that he created. The man had even created the original unit that saved his life, keeping the shrapnel away from his heart.

Yusuf was everything that Tony now envisioned himself to be. The type of man that would stick his own neck out to save another, or two, or three, or five. The type of man to give out his last dollar to a pennyless man on the street... The type of man to draw the attention away from Tony so he could escape and stop this silent war happening in his home.

Tony's face darkened as he remembered Yusuf's face as he bled out, and breathed out his last. "My...d-daug-"

With his last breaths, Yusuf begged Tony to find his daughter. Not himself, not his wife or for Tony to get out, for his daughter. Tony felt his hands begin to shake, his breath coming out shakes. The feeling continued to grow until he couldn't hold himself on his own feet, falling to the ground.

"Hah...hah...fuck!"

Jarvis's voice came over on the intercomm. "Sir, Samuel is waiting outside the lab. Should I let him in?"

Tony swallowed hard, forcing himself to get up fron the floor and steadying himself by death gripping the table. "Let him in."

The door clicked and Sam strolled in with his hands in his pockets. "Hey Tony, sorry about taking your toy out for a joy ride, but I'll help you give it an upgrade if that helps?"

Tony took one final deep breath, steadying himself before forcing an easy smile on his face and turning around to face Sam. "It's fine Sam. That was some good work you did last night, but how did you know about the suit in the first place?"

Sam raised a brow, smiling amusedly. "Your security systems needs an upgrade too."

Tony laughed. "Amoung other things. I heard your making your own AI? Why not just use Jarvis? I can give you admin controls."

Sam shook his head, becoming more serious. "I'll take the admin, but I want my own secure system to store private information, the TROY project is just the first step towards that, and the eventual set up of my own company."

"A man after my own soul. So, you ready to study more of your mutation?"

"Sure! You prodding me with needles or shocking me to see how my nervous system reacts?" Sam joked.

"Just the needles, and plenty of scans to your core. I wanna find out how your body accumulates Energon from nothing."

Sam nodded, rolling a sleeve up and taking it apon himself to draw his blood. "One condition Tony."

Tony nodded, already knowing what he was about to ask. "All DNA samples taken will be destroyed before you leave. And all information about it will be stored strictly on paper."

Sam sighed. "Thank you Tony. You mind if I'm the one to burn it?"

"Be my gues. I have no interest of making little yous."

The two if them spent the rest of the day diving down into the smallest process of Sam's body. From trying to see how his body produces Energon to studying the process of creating Cybertronians, they studied it all.

Sam learned that he had a very small...orb in his core that acted as a sort of portal. To where they didn't know, bit the did know that it slowly trickled liquid Energon into his system.

As far as the transformation goes, they had no idea. Sam has an innate understanding that the Allspark had a major involvement in the process, taking charge and changing the Energon into an ethereal substance that gave life to whatever it touched.

That's right whatever.

They tested a little rock and found that for a lot more energy, Sam could create little golems. 'A lot' means that for the same amount of Energon it takes to make a Teir 3 Cybertronian, Sam could create a Teir 5 golem.

Essentially, until he learns to increase his Energon production, it was completely unusable, amd that would take so long only the gods would know.

"Sigh, I've got a lot of work ahead of me don't I?"