[ You can almost see his expression darken with the apparent excitement Tony seems to come to with the mention of cloning. He remembers the other Stark, where he’d found him in an engineering lab, how he’d been tinkering. If they’re alternate versions, perhaps they don’t have that in common, but the peaked interest seems to support the theory that they do.

And Andyr immediately wants to put a fist through his skull. ]

In the thousands. Mine are made to replace national militaries. [ So, yes. It’s fucking common. And for the sake of telling just how much he’s not a fan: ] But that’s just mine. Others a body guards, trophy pieces, fuck toys, and sometimes dinner, because eating peoples’ pretty common these days too.

[ Spoken almost cheerfully. Because fuck you and the robot horse you rode in on. ]