"Yeah, no. That would be a good guess if that wasn't actually the first reason for the electroshock therapy. The first time?" He spun the device on the table so it faced the opposite direction, revealing a few strange ports on the back. "It took some trial and error and some testing, but I managed to scrap together--" He directed Leo's attention to one of the rather large computers in the corner. Obviously not a Dell or HP. Neither was it a Stark Industries model. Tony had actually managed to jury-rig a cable with an interface that matched the port on the device. "That."

"It worked. For a second. A massive burst of data made it to the computer in a language I've never seen before, then it not only fried the computer, but I lost half the nanites working with my micro computers." He motioned to his arm. Nearly half the nanites under Tony's skin were 'dead in the water' so to speak, wiped clean of their programming. "That one knocked me on my not-so-iron ass. In other words, it shocks me whenever it damn well feels like it!" No, Tony. It shocks you when you tamper with it. But he was far too riled up to admit that.