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Doug Ramsey was silently cursing his mother as he lugged a basket of homemade baked goods out of his room. Well, not exactly cursing - he knew that she'd sent them for Warren, she'd only called him three times about it and emailed a reminder that it was being delivered. Twice.

He still wasn't sure why she'd sent it for Warren and not to Warren, but Doug had a sneaking suspicion it had to do with her usual insistence that he was studying too hard and had to find a better balance. It was a way to get him out of his room from 3000 miles away. There was no way he was going to eat what was probably half his weight in vegan cookies, cakes and breads. It was rather brilliant, if unnecessary. He wasn't avoiding human contact, but pointing out that he was an adult and capable of running his own life (again) would probably end up with him getting glared at via webcam.

Doug knocked on the door to the next room softly, as 1 am was late enough that some of the other college students might be trying to sleep. "War? You awake?"

Tony set the bassinet he'd made for Junior rocking, then sat back on his bed. The baby still needed all the things he'd programmed, after all. He hadn't set up any one doll specifically for himself aside from requesting a male and he'd signed a couple dozen forms promising not to use his powers to deactivate the controls. But that didn't mean he couldn't put what he knew of the programming to good use, so the rocking was timed to just the right speed to keep Junior happy for a while now that he'd had his bottle.

"So, Mr. Worthington," he said to Warren. "How are you liking fatherhood?"

Tony had spent a good portion of the morning and afternoon in his room. Sure, he had classes, but not important ones. He'd taken a break to go to math class, but that was mostly because he just plain liked it. Then it was back to work on his little project.

Babies. Robot babies.

Okay, so all he had out at the moment was one baby and it was in pieces, but still.

The voicebox in the head started to cry at him and he immediately reset it.

"I swear," he muttered. "I'm just going to give this damn thing words."

He'd finished the last of the upgrades he had planned for his bike's engine (for now), cleaned up his workspace, and dumped the grease stained rags he'd used in the laundry before grabbing a bottle of water out of the engineering common room's fridge. He was just chugging the last of it down when he heard someone else come in and turned to the door.

"Hey, Tony." He grinned, quick and easy, and lobbed his now empty bottle at the recycling. He was a heck of a lot more comfortable and relaxed here, hair disheveled and grease smeared across one cheek, than he'd ever been decked out in the height of fashion and trailing around after Bobby and Kitty in Paris over the weekend. Not that he hadn't had fun, it had been a blast and he wouldn't trade it for much of anything, but this was his element. "Working on anything interesting?"

Tony might have skipped a class or two in order to get the engine in Warren's new car just the way he wanted, but he figured it was worth it. He could always make up the work later and the engine was just so perfect now. Once it was done he'd given Warren a call.

"Let's go for a ride," was all he said. And now they were riding. Zipping through some back streets with Tony at the wheel.

"What do you think?" he asked Warren.