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“A talking house, huh?” Steve mused, looking up at the ceiling as if he might catch a glimpse of Jarvis himself. “Does everyone have one of these, or is it just the very rich?”
Tony looked bemused.
“As far as I am aware, sir, Mr. Stark is the only one,” Jarvis said smoothly.
“...really?” Steve frowned thoughtfully. “Huh. Would have thought they’d be more common by now.”
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“Mr. Barton, if you are going to wander my ductworks, might I at least direct you to the lower levels? This system is not meant to hold that much weight.”
Clint froze at the voice.
“You mean Stark has cameras in his air conditioning?” he asked incredulously.
“As well as microphones,” Jarvis answered. Clint stared.
“…well, shit.”
“I believe Mr. Stark wished to be thorough, sir,” Jarvis said dryly.
“That’s a little Big Brother, don’t you think?” Clint muttered, shimmying his way to the nearest access point.
“Considering that this is all Mr. Stark’s private property, I would have to say that the parallels don’t quite match up.”
Clint swore again, and didn’t say another word to Jarvis until he was back on the ground.
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Bruce looked up from his calculations to stare in mild amusement at Tony Stark, who had straightened from soldering a few microchips to stare at nothing in horror.
“Something the matter?” Bruce queried with a smile in his voice. Tony ignored him, as he was wont to do when he was focusing on something important, and instead addressed the air.
“Jarvis, when is Pepper’s birthday?”
“Miss Potts’ birthday is in two days, sir.” Tony slumped in relief, and Bruce’s shoulder shook slightly with a swallowed chuckle. He turned back to the scrawl of equations and notes on his desk, when the smooth British voice continued. “I have taken the liberty of making reservations at the usual restaurant, but might I also add that Miss Potts has been lamenting of late that her favorite pair of Vera Wang shoes are beginning to wear out.”
“Order three pairs, in her top favorite colors,” Tony said quickly. “Jarvis, what would I do without you?”
“I imagine not very well, sir,” Jarvis said with what Bruce would swear was a hint of humor in his voice. Bruce took off his glasses and laid them down on his notebook, swiveling his chair so that he was facing Tony, who was studying his soldering with a careful eye.
“Tony, I’ve been meaning to ask you, how advanced an AI is Jarvis, anyway? I mean, he responds to voice commands without seeming to use any keyword structure or… I mean, did you just manually program him to understand your slang? Did you…” Bruce trailed off, waving his hands vaguely. Nearly every project Tony had shown him so far (shown off to him so far) had impressed him, but Tony had done nothing at all to indicate that Jarvis was anything special when he so clearly was.
“Nah,” Tony said distractedly, poking at the microchip. “I just taught him how to learn.”
Bruce overbalanced and fell off his chair.
“You- wha- Tony!”
“What?” Tony said in mild concern, finally looking up from the chip. Seeing the utter shock on Bruce’s face, his expression morphed into something more unreadable, and when he spoke, his tone was almost defensive. “I’ve been working on him since I was in college. I’ve had a lot of time to tinker.”
“Tony, that’s…” Bruce ran a hand through his hair. “Computer science may not be my field, but even I know it’s impossible to make an AI that can learn.”
“Not impossible,” Tony said, still on the defensive. “Just… not… easy.”
Bruce stared at him. ‘Not easy’ was an understatement. He was almost completely certain that an AI capable of learning on a human level was not even theoretically possible, and Tony had not only built one, but he seemed to mainly use it as a kind of personal assistant. Tony studied him for a moment, and then went back to soldering.
Bruce huffed out a laugh, and turned back to his own work, the numbers a blur. He was never going to understand Tony Stark.
“Sir, Miss Potts’ favorite pair of Vera Wang high heels only comes in two colors,” Jarvis himself cut in, smoothly (a little too smoothly?). “Shall I order two of the same color?”
“Hm? Oh, no, just the two, but go ahead and order a birthday cake from the usual caterer. Um… and give her a raise.”
“Sir, you have attempted to give Miss Potts a raise three times in the past month, and she has requested that you stop doing that. She has also asked me to remind you that since you are no longer technically her boss, you cannot, in fact, give her a raise.”
Tony pouted. “I know, but it’s the principle of the thing. She works too hard.”
Bruce was never going to understand Tony Stark, he mused, but it was going to be fun trying.
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Loved it! I love Jarvis stories and I can't pick a favorite, but Thor is up there! :D
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You aren't alone, Steve. Because as nice as having the internet on a mobile matchbox sized piece of plastic is, I still want a hover board damnit.
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I can never get enough of startled!Clint crawling in airducks either.
Wonderful :3
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Steve was just cute.
Clint being flustered is fun to read about =]
I loved how surprised Bruce was.
Tony as always, is just lovely~<3
Great Fill!!
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