Through The Atmosphere - for justintelligent

[starkingenuity]

"Hey."  It was actually pretty common for all of the lights to go out, but usually, after Tony Stark tripped a breaker or caused a fire or crashed into something in the R & D level of the Avengers Tower, the emergency lights came back on.  But not today.  And that was a shame because he was almost sure he'd perfected grilled cheese without Pepper

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[justintelligent]

Of course he followed, he'd always follow. He worked for the man, it was the meaning of his existance and without him, what would his life be? He supposed he was the devoted butler in some respects and he didn't mind that title. He wanted to keep Tony safe, it was technically what he owed him for that gift of life he'd offered.

Following the other man down yet more stairs, he had to admit that he was getting a bit of stage fright.

What if he didn't remember as much of the coding as he originally stated? What is Tony needed something and he seriously couldn't do it?

Course it was too late to back out now, he was currently being covered in nodes so instead, he just had a strange internal panic attack. It was strange, admittedly, he'd felt panic before when he seen Tony so some very dangerous things but the way he experienced it as an AI was nothing compared to the way he felt it now.

"I'll try my best, sir. But be careful, consider me working at half capacity until I get a hang of these things. I do realise that your version of careful vastly differs from most mens but make a conscious effort to perhaps avoid end of the world disasters for just now?"

[starkingenuity]

Sticking the last of the pads behind Jarvis' ear, Tony flipped on the console and waited for everything to boot up. "Close your eyes. You should be able to interfact with the system the way you use to when you downloaded yourself into it." Maybe that was just wishful, hopeful, perhaps not so pleasant optomism. He wanted to believe that Jarvis could pull this off because he hadn't taken a step of this journey without Jarvis and he didn't want to take another without him either.

He was happy enough to see the Stark Industries and then the JARVIS logo pop up on the screen a moment later and made a small whoop and hollar of joy.

"Good! Okay just keep track of my vitals and anything behind me. I'll do the rest."

[justintelligent]

As soon as Jarvis closed his eyes, he was able to focus properly on the task at hand. As the systems whirled through his head, he swiftly got Tony's vitals up and made sure that this time he had a clear route set up on his screen and some info present on the suits status and his power levels.

"Well I must say, I missed being along for these rides. Though I would prefer you did nothing stupid tonight, we've had enough insanity for one evening."

In other words, get back safe or he was forced to wander alone and without proper guidance.

And he really needed Tony here. "Good luck sir."

[starkingenuity]

"Don't need it," Tony replies before he takes off running, kicking on the rear repulsors before he zipped out of the tower. He ended up finding the problem easily enough, a Doombot trying to infiltrate the fabric of the building. He discovered six more before the night turned golden and he yawned against the face plat. He was tired and he could tell Jarvis was too because the AI -- the man -- stopped talking to him.

As expected, the blond was fast asleep in wronly sided clothing, bent over with his forehead towards his knees.

Tony returned to the machine to undress the armor from him and in turn gently removed all of the pieces and nodes from Jarvis's skin. He let the blond sleep in his bed and then returned to the workshop to do repairs.

[justintelligent]

When Jarvis woke up, he did admittedly have a minor freak out. His first thought was that he'd had some sort of malfunction because he couldn't remember 12 hours of his own life! Then it dawned on him, he had been sleeping, that silly thing humans did. Clambering out of bed, Jarvis took off moving from the bedroom to track down Tony, leaving the blankets and pillows in disarray. He hadn't gotten the hang of tidying up by hand yet, he was better at cleaning up files.

"Sir? Mr Stark?" he called out as he strolled through the tower, completely naked once more. He hadn't actually thought of clothes, admittedly. He had original thought from the start that they were vital but wearing them for the first time, he realised they were rather uncomfortable. And when he was half asleep, he didn't feel like forcing his legs into ill fitted trousers again. So why should he?

He noted, rather thankfully, the lift had been fixed to the workshop. That gave him one logical conclusion - Tony was in the workshop.

He slipped into the lift and yawned loudly, running his fingers through his hair which was sticking out everywhere. Bedhead didn't matter to humanised AI's, of course.

[starkingenuity]

Paying very little attention to anything other than his work, Tony spent a few hours sleeping on the sofa before returning to work. He had already run as many diagnostics as possible without Jarvis and set up some automations for the repairs. It would be all right, he decided, once he finished getting the rest into place. The holes would be plugged and then he could figure out who or what tried to take his friend from him.

Hopefully, before Happy or Pepper or Rhodey figured out that Jarvis in the blond and Jarvis no longer a computer program happened to be one in the same.

Tony rubbed the sleep from his eyes as he heard the door ping. Jarvis usually announced who it was at the door and-- Surprise surprise, there it was.

Only this time?

He announced himself.

Tony glanced up and back again before he peered over his red tinted glasses at the now-human. "Where did you put your clothes?" It was different now than last night. Firstly, it was bright in here. Secondly, there was no longer a crisis at hand.

[justintelligent]

"I have no idea, sir. I didn't bother with them today, they seemed a bit restricting. Perhaps when I get some of my own size, I'll put them on," Until then, he wasn't exactly keen on the idea. He walked along the workshop and peered around before taking a seat on a nearby stool. He spared DUM-E a glance and offered a fond smile.

He supposed he no longer spoke machine, which was a shame. He had often enjoyed conversing with Tonys robot family, even if he was sadly the more advanced and the conversation was sparse at best.

"I seemed to of power down for a long time, I hope I didn't miss anything," he remarked then fidgeted, looked around then back to Tony with that same awkwardness he got when something humany truly baffled him. "My stomach hurts."

In other words, he was hungry. Not that he had ever been hungry before.

[starkingenuity]

"What's the last thing you a-- Oh." Tony laughed to himself as he put down his tools and grabbed the fire apron off of the wall. Again. "Clothing first. Omelet second. Come upstairs when you find something to hide your junk."

Whoever made Jarvis's body did a pretty good job actually. Tony had no complaints, minus the lack of breasts. He might not be after him to cover up if that was the case. Jogging up the stairs, Tony put his welding techniques to work in the kitchen.

Building an omelet was no different from building anything else. You needed a solid base, components, and the right amount of binder.

He hoped Jarvis really liked cheese.

[justintelligent]

Omelets were strange. The texture was odd and he'd never experienced something like that in his mouth. The cheese was very stringy and seemed to nearly take over the omelet but, luckily, he actually really liked the cheese. He actually really liked the whole thing and it was gone as quick as it had been put down. The glass of orange juice he'd poured himself was downed rather swiftly as well.

The tricky part was remembering to breath when doing these things. Hence why every few often he'd take a bit gulp of air.

When he'd finished, he set the cutlery aside and wiped his mouth on his bare arm.

"Sir, you know how I manage your assets and budgets? And you also know how I know the prices of the various essentials of your life? Well, I did the maths and it'd be a worthwhile investment to buy some some clothing to last me over in this situation. Perhaps cheaper than your usual range but long lasting." No one knew Tonys finances better and no one knew how to work with numbers better than Jarvis.

[starkingenuity]

"Jarv, I've got like a few billion dollars at my disposal. I think I can afford to get you some clothes."

An hour later and they were barrelling down the street in one of Tony's souped up cars, listening to some sort of god forsaken noise on the radio that they really couldn't hear because of the wind but the bass line was like a second engine, thumping up through the seats and through the doors at them.

Tony was enjoying himself getting them almost killed and breaking at least a thousand road safety rules. He didn't care.

Driving was one of life's little pleasures. Hopefully the omelet didn't come up though. Tony didn't like the idea of washing puke out of the floor mats.

[justintelligent]

Well, this was terrifying! Al he could honestly do in this situation is grip the door handle, screw his eyes shut and try his hardest to keep down the omelet. Which was threatening to come back up and ruin Tonys car. Between the very vague rattling of the radio, the wind and the bass, it was all starting to get a little much for him.

When Tony finally stop, Jarvis was very much attached to the passanger side door with his eyes shut closed, somewhat deafened by his first burst of noise.

He couldn't bring himself to open his eyes, he felt way too dizzy.

"... I hate to sound like a critic of your driving sir, but that was the worst ride I've ever experience. And I was with you on your first test run of the iron suit," course then he wasn't experiencing it physically, now he was and -- well, it'd be a miracle if the omelet didn't come back up.

[starkingenuity]

"Welcome to G-force," Tony said as he hopped out of the car and shoved his keys into his pocket. Usually Happy came along to properly park the car, but it was fine where it was. His licence plate said Iron Man. No one was going to be messing with it. Not even the parking authority.

He waited for Jarvis to get out of the car but-- Okay, he was still just sitting there, curled up. Tony laughed thinly through closed lips and trotted off of the curb and around to the passenger side door. If was pretty sure that he'd be strong enough to pry Jarvis off of the door if he had to.

They made it into the store once the former AI stopped muttering in what Tony seemed sure was binary or maybe c++ and were immediately surrounded by sales clerks that called out 'Mister Stark!' like pigeons or peacocks, strutting around for attention.

"Do your best," he said, shoving Jarvis towards them and went to scope out the ties.

[justintelligent]

So not only had he just suffered the ride from hell and couldn't seem to reboot himself to the point before said horrific nightmare ride had happened, he was also now thrown into the arena with the lions. So many sales people and so much stuff being thrown his way, they must of thought he was Tonys new representative.

"I just need some clothes that fit, you could kindly just--" Nope. No justs, no other words, just measuring tape. Well, on the plus side they did begin measuring him for a suit, on the downside he couldn't get a word in edge ways as they told him about different pricey materials. It took a while but he managed to talk them down to something more costly.

Unfortunately he got talked into some stupid patterned tie that frankly looked God awful.

As the clerks went off to meet his needs, Jarvis peeked his head out of the changing room he'd been stuck in and waved his hands to try and get Tonys attention away from the accessories and back to him. "Sir! Sir! Mr Stark!"

He didn't appreciate being left at the mercy of sales assistance. "I think I need something repaired."

[starkingenuity]

"You're fine, Jarvis," Tony called like a mother to a child that constantly hooped and hollared for her attention. It was in the same sing song voice that they would say: 'you're all right, darling, mommy's busy.' He turned a tie over in his hand and then wrapped it around one wrist because, yes, the measure of a silk tie for Tony Stark was in how well it might bind his hands.

Better just not to ask.

Tony rubbed his fingertips over his eyelids and turned to see the AI still half hanging out of the dressing room.

He rolled his eyes and folded the tie back up for a sales person to properly refold the moment he stepped away. It was like clockwork in retail. Tony ignored it, pausing to glance at a leather belt, before deciding not to let poor Jarvis wait anymore. He was nearly hopping from one foot to the other, strange thing.

"What happened?"

[justintelligent]

"I have been compromised."

It was said with such seriousness, his head ducked down and voice to near whisper of urgency. He still saw things in terms of how he was when he was an AI, he didn't consider himself human at all. He wasn't though, not massively, he was just stuck in a silly fleshy body that always got him into trouble.

"I was programmed to be resilient and not give in unless completely necessary for your safety. And yet I just agreed to buy some tie I don't want, this means there's a fault. We have to get rid of it but I can't seem to undo the coding-- the body doesn't seem willing to do as I want it," he fell for sales pressure, it was dumb and silly but it was a big thing to him. Very big.

He usually had a really good knack for turning people down but so many words and touching-- people quoting numbers he couldn't keep up with. It was maddening!

"Do we still the protocol for fault management and is it applicable on humans?"

[starkingenuity]

Tony bit his lower lip to keep himself from giggling. Sometimes that happened and it was always so hard to explain why. He turned his eyes up to the ceiling and shook his head and left poor Jarvis in his distress to figure it out on his own. He had other things to do. Like track down the offending tie and see just how badly it was.

The girl at the counter who was already doing the wrapping up blinked when Tony stood before her and snatched the box from her hands. It wasn't a bad tie but for Jarvis? He smirked and threw the bit of very expensive fabric over his shoulder. "Okay, come with me."

Tony roved the store with a pack of clerks at his back catching the things he threw at them or pulling the appropriately sized garments off of the rack that Tony pointed out.

"He might be a butler but he doesn't have to look like one. And I'll take that tie over there." A clerk had just finished laying it back out again. Poor man.