Tony will gladly take all of the credit for JARVIS' brilliant AI, but the truth was, JARVIS truly had developed a mind of his own. Grafted after the personality of his father's butler, a frequent influence on Tony as a child, the AI had taken on a life of it's own. Often putting it's learning capabilities and coded sarcastic wit to knew and ever more creative uses. Tony had stopped trying to think of JARVIS as an AI long ago.

Dummy drops a sizable impact wrench driver into Bruce's waiting hand while Tony attempts to locate a hammer in the disorganized box of tools. One handed, his other arm currently trapped in a locked up arm piece of the suit.

"The exoskeleton took some damage. Normally JARVIS would be able to do repairs this small on his own, but obviously we're a bit short-handed on machinery around here, so I'm taking the hands on approach."

"I do believe you took that a bit too literally, sir. I am certain these repairs could be performed with the section unattached to your arm. If you would like, I can draft up the repair schematics into a step-by-'

"Mute."

Tony leaned back in his chair, regarding Bruce with the wiring and metal casing still tightly closed around one arm and looking dangerously tempted to spark a few wires again.

"So, are you busy or do you feel like offering an extra pair of hands?"