He had the meeting in the morning, but there was something that was just as important.

He tapped into the communications Natasha had set up with Arcee,

Arcee, is it a good time?

Of course Peter. We have collected the wounded, and have allowed the Sparks of the fallen to rejoin with the All-Spark. What can I do for you?

I want to ask Optimus if he would meet with our own synthezoid, and see if she can get a Spark of her own.

Please, Optimus is waiting for you, you may speak to him, through me.

Peter took a breath, “We have three artificial lifeforms on the planet. I want to use the All-Spark to grant them true life.”

Vision, Jocasta and Friday were alive as far as he could tell. Their intricate neural networks were more than just an AI granted sapience with the Mind Stone, but Peter wanted to make sure. With the Soul Stone's power, he could make them sentient as well, and unbind them from their programming.

“Interesting. Are they Cybertronian in origin as well?” Optimus asked but Peter shook his head and then tutted as he realised Optimus couldn’t see him.

“No, We have something like the All-Spark, they were created using it, but are completely Terran in origin.” he hoped. If he was honest, if Dr Helen Cho used Cybertronian tech in her cradle he really didn't know.

“And you will return the All-Spark to us?” Optimus asked,

“No. I have no experience using it, and I really don’t want to do something that hurts them. I want you to use the All-Spark to do it.”

Optimus nodded. “We are still cataloguing the damage. But, For your help, and mutual cooperation, I can agree to your request. You have the ability to create Space Bridges. Then  you may return to the Ark as soon as you are ready.”

Peter sighed in relief, “Thank You Optimus. One of the people who I am hoping will help you will see this as a favour, and should be more cooperative.”

“I will see you when you arrive Peter.” and he cut contact through Arcee

“We won’t be too long. I can wake everyone now as this is important.”

Carol took Peter to one side, “I get that you want to make Friday a soul, but you know you’ll have to tell Tony about the Cybertronians right?”

Peter nodded, “I was going to tell him anyway. Coulson has him on a leash now, and if they call anyone to help repair their ship, it’ll be him. But this is bigger than me and bigger than that stupid feud.” and Carol sighed 

“As long as you know what you're doing.” and he hugged her close and kissed her,

“Just like always,” and she laughed and held him tight.

After Natasha and Carol had headed to bed, Peter knocked on the door to Wanda’s home, and she came out, wearing her usual long nightshirt,

“This had better be good Peter. It is 2 am.” she sleepily replied,

“It is. Can you wake Friday, and then bring her here.” He was going to ask Liv if she wanted to watch, and while she was grumpy at being woken up, she dragged on some legging and followed him out.

He decided to ask Friday first, she might not even want a soul or be more willing to leave with the Cybertronians and visit their homeworld. He held no illusion that being an artificial being, treated with contempt in a world where she would be either sexualised or just plain despised would be fun for her, and a world full of machines just like her would be a more suitable environment to live.

Liv sat and nursed a cup of coffee. While Octave could wake her up, Liv found it messed with her normal sleeping pattern, and so, coffee it was. “I don’t get why this has to be done now though.” she said as she sipped, “not that I’m complaining.” She was still a bit sore Natasha and Peter hadn’t invited her, but sex was sex, and this was actually bringing a being into life. She would forgive them for now, plus finally meeting more Autobots was going to be fun.

“Because tomorrow I ask Coulson and the rest of the Muppet show not to act like idiots, and if I have Tony on my side, it’ll be easier.”

Liv snorted and chuckled “or, you know. You could stop acting like a child and just apologise.”

Peter huffed, “Yeah, right. He started it,” but Liv raised a hand.

“It is too early and I am too tired dear.”

Peter filled two jugs with coffee and then added them to travel mugs for everyone. It was late and while he was fine, the rest still preferred to get a full night's sleep in. Food was a bit harder, and it would be cold meat sandwiches if the process took longer than a few minutes.

After half an hour, a grumpy and tired looking Wanda opened the portal and Friday bounded through followed by Wanda, Peter, and Liv.

Friday, we have some people who want to meet you, and have something to ask.” Peter pointed over at the collection of vehicles, and confused Friday walked over.

“It's just cars, Pete, not interested, holy moly,” she exclaimed as first Arcee and then the rest transformed in front of her. She looked at them, and then over at Peter, “that's not fair. You built more and they can change into cars. I'm telling mom on you.” but Peter just laughed and pointed at Optimus.

“Greetings young one. We are not creations of Peter. We are an ancient race of machines, called the Cybertronians, Autobots to be exact, and Peter asked us for a favour.” Friday stared incredulously at Optimus

“A race of robots, like me? That's amazing. Are you taking me away?” but Optimus shook his head.

“We discovered that our bodies can be reformatted by Peter, and Arcee is the proof, and in exchange, Peter asked us if we, with your permission, would be willing to give you a soul.” 

Friday looked over at Peter confused. “Like a soul, soul? Arent they a myth, like Bigfoot, or Peters celibacy.” and Wanda snorted even as Peter handed her a coffee.

Optimus’s chest plate opened and as he removed the Matrix of Leadership Friday could see the orange, blue, and white swirling cloud of energy sitting there. “This is my spark. Or, the soul as you call it. I can feel my connection to it and through it my connection to the universe around me. To Peter, to his female companions, but not to you. I can give you one like this. The ability to live and grow, to learn and evolve. A real soul.”

Friday stepped back. “But just me?”

Peter shook his head, “No, we wanted you to be first, but if you say yes, and think they’ll agree then Vision and Jocasta too. This isn’t something I’d fight Tony over, I'm not so selfish to stop you from being whole.”

Friday giggled, “thinking about my hole? Naughty naughty. But I accept.” and Optimus knelt in front of her.

“This might be strange.” and as he touched her she felt the arc reactor in her chest vibrate as he held the globe in front of her. A point grew from the bottom, a single golden needle that priced her chest and slid into her arc reactor where she felt it resonate within her.

She shuddered, and as Peter stood Arcee shook her head, and giving her a measure of trust, stayed stood where he was.

Friday shuddered again, and she felt it. A warmth spread through her, and a small flicker filled her. The needle retracted and the glode floated back into Optimus's chest, which then closed.

Friday stood with her arms out, and she felt the singular rush, her arc reactor felt like it was ready to burst within her but she knew it was just a feeling. A feeling that spread through her entire body and as the energy of the Soul Stone reacted with not just her reactor but the symbskin coating her and every one of her systems she gasped as it reformatted her core.

Sher felt it, like a heartbeat within her, and the symbskin that once covered her now melted and absorbed itself into her body. The skin was smooth, and still vibranium but as she ran a hand in amazement over it, she felt the chill of her fingertips and the goosebumps that followed her fingers.

Friday laughed as she ran her hands over her skin, marvelling at the soft texture and sensations of her own touch.

“I can feel it. Right here,” and she touched herself where her heart would be, it was warm and it glowed within her. “Please, Jo and Vision. I will do anything you ask, just please?” she looked up at Optimus pleading with him.

“A soul is the least we can do for the person who may have saved our race. If there are others, then they too can be gifted with true life. Every being in the galaxy has that right, and I will not deny your request.”

Peter nodded as Friday came over, “Can uh, can I hug you, please, for my first?” and Peter laughed. He was really not happy at how she was looking at him now, but with a sweet sense of innocence she pulled her into his embrace, and she smelled like flowers, MJ’s favourite perfume.

“I can feel your warmth, and not just as a reading on my sensors, but actual warmth, on my skin, and your smell,” and Peter rubbed the back of her head.

“Still not sleeping with you though,” and while she giggled she did feel a small sense of loss. She actually now knew how important that was, the feeling in her new heart told her what love was, and that she would feel not only it but loss and pain and everything until she. In the middle of her thought, Friday paused.

“I can die now cant I?” and Peter pulled away, holding her shoulders,

“Really? Uh, I have no idea. I mean. Um, Optimus?”

“Cybertronians exist as long as our sparks do. We can become a new Cybertronian with new life and new memories. Until we return to the All-Spark to be reborn. If your soul is like ours, and I can sense it is, then no, you will be reborn, as a machine, as a human as whatever life exists on this planet. You are now a part of the cycle of existence. No matter what form it takes.” and Friday nodded.

“The Vision and Jo too. Uh, Wanda, can you take me to Stark Tower, and please Peter, dont be mad at Tony,” and Peter looked over at Wanda.

“Friday, this is nothing to do with me or Tony. This is your life. I’ll stay in the warehouse while you explain. I don’t even have to be there..” but he thought for a moment. “Can we wait until I've spoken to Tony and the government tomorrow? I'm not going to hold this over him, but I want to make sure they aren't going to do something stupid again.”

Friday nodded, disappointed but she understood. The group was on a mission, and they had already sacrificed time to help her.

Wanda drained her coffee “but you owe will me. I’m losing good sleep time, and you will make it up to me.”

Friday just winked at her, “Just let me get ole Petie Pie here and we can have a dirty weekend.” 

Liv cleared her throat, “May I steal you away for an exam. If there are any significant changes I might need to know.”

Friday looked over at the three, “Oh, a probing from the hot doctor and then a dirty weekend with daddy. I can’t wait.”

Wanda groaned, “This is your fault, and now she is worse.” and she circled her hands and stepped through the gateway. “We are going home, we are going to bed,” and as she looked at the excited Friday, “and there will be no probing.”