Human Torch (6160)

"He would be so lucky." He said with a light hearted scoff as he held a finger up creating a soft ball sized sun at the tip.

"The only stability I've ever known is chaos." He was born into a world at war as an experiment, tossed into war as a weapon, buried as a relic, and brought back to be a savior. His life has been anything but stable.

"Can't say it is." He replied lightly as memories of storming the camps and incinerating the Fuhrer ran through his mind. "But that's just life, isn't it?"

"You never know, but I don't think we're quite there yet." He replied offering a reassuring nod. "Besides, doing the impossible is what we do. That much hasn't changed since my powernap started, has it?"

"I don't suppose you did." He replied with a faint laugh. She was a spitfire, wasn't she? "Fortunately I'm not looking for one." What could a human do to help the psyche of a machine? He watched as she got to her next drink. "Rough day or rough life?"

His lips quirked into a small smirk.

"If I could process alcohol without starting a fire I'd have a drink for you." He joked but with a solemn tone. "I also would prefer to avoid more bloodshed." War and violence was nearly all Jim had ever known. The smell of burning flesh was seared into his mind after all the battles.

A small chuckle escaped Jim's lips. "I don't think you have the patience. I have about a billion power cells, Steve. If you haven't the patience to figure out a computer I doubt you do for this." He joked as a smirk fought at the corners of his mouth.

"Right right. Glad I'm still a bit better than a telephone." He chuckled to himself. "If you're so smart why do you need specific instructions on how to interact with it. Just figure it out grandpa." Steve was roughly 20 years older than Jim, so it still felt fitting to say.

"Something wrong with technology talking?" Jim said looking over his glasses with a wry smile. "These the conversations you had behind my back?" He joked with a small chuckle before walking over towards his old comrade. "Close display." He said pressing the voice command button as the hologram closed. "Modern problems require modern solutions, Steve." He teased patting him on the shoulder before taking a seat across from him.

"Tell me about it." He said looking at the hologram somewhat impressed Steve turned it on. "You didn't do that on purpose, did you?"

"No, but my creator was." He said as he cleaned the wound with water and gauze. "This is going to hurt." He said before sterilizing the wound with alcohol. "The names Jim Hammond." He added as he began wrapping the wound. He couldn't get hurt in the same way humans could. He didn't have blood, organs, or even real nerves, but he made sure to learn from the medics in the war. You never knew when an ally could get hurt.

"That is the way life works, isn't it." He responded with a nod at the mans pessimism. "Jim." He offered his name before extending a hand.

"Oh yeah. I essentially went into what you'd call a sleep mode or energy saving mode not long after I killed Hitler."

"Good to know some things never change."

"Must be an awful inconvenience for you. Not much to do about it in the meantime." He paused momentarily. "What is it like to dream? I know that's a random question and perhaps asked awkwardly, but I've never experienced it myself."