"Mom, no. Peter and even Shuri could go in there and they wouldn't have to change anything but one little string of code. You'd still be you. I'm sure that's how it'd work." He tried to assure. He hands holding her tightly.

"They'd just have to find the code that forces you to do what he says. They wouldn't have to change anything else." One hand let go to lift, to touch her cheek, his thumb rubbing the lubrication away. "It can't hurt to at least let them look. To see if it's possible. You seemed so happy, actually happy before he showed up again."

He knows this is about father. He knows she's upset. He just wished he could help her some how.