Through The Atmosphere - for justintelligent
"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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They all asked for autographs. He promised them all tours of the Tower when he next threw a party. They took pictures with him and he laughed and carried on before Jarvis appeared at the curtain and the woman tasked not with smoozing the client but left to wrap up their things could be seen behind him, looking forlorn.
She probably wrote her name on one of the box lids, though. And her number. Tony knew the type.
It wasn't her that caught his attention, though. But Jarvis. Tony actually blinked, not exactly stunned, but certainly startled.
Huh.
The AI cleaned up nice.
"There you are. Always getting lost. Need to get you a phone."
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Tony stood, ignoring whatever other conversation he was having, and literally, likely uncomfortable, stalked around Jarvis like he was a beast or a new car that Tony was interested in. Probably the latter. Tony didn't even stare at women the way he stared at machines.
"How about lunch?"
Jarvis was all dressed up and already out. Why not enjoy themselves a little? Or why not let Tony show off his new PA.
"You know, I think this is going to work out," he said, having their packages shipped back to the tower. He'd never see that number on the box, the clothing would be laid out and the packaging thrown out when he got home. "Pretty damned well. Needed a new PA."
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Even if he liked him. He liked the look of him. The figure he cut was strong and sure...and puppyish. Man, they should have made Jarvis a dog! This was too funny. Tony stopped, hands in his pockets, and shook his head before leading the way out. He was on his heels. It really was perfect. He just had to give the man his date book and something to write with.
Perfection.
"You have a name and an age and all that jazz. Stop worrying. Get in the car. I promise I won't kill you."
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"I wish I could believe that promise," Jarvis mumbled as he took the long walk to the death car. He reluctantly got in and near enough lashed himself to the seat, the seatbelt fastened tightly and his hands already gripping the handle. It was like Tony was trying to break the speed of light in a car!
This time, he was going to be prepared.
"Remember to stop for the red lights this time?"
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When Jarvis was finished almost literally tying himself in, Tony leaned over to double check the belt.
"You only live once, Jarvis. While you're human, sit back and enjoy. Trust me."
No scarier words could Tony Stark ever utter. He risked himself on a next to constant basis after all. This was not a man to trust. And yet? Had he not saved the planet? The city countless times? Tony's smile was soft before he pulled out into traffic.
He kept it below eighty at least. You're welcome.
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He was just relieved when the car stopped. He didn't care where they stopped but they had and it was wonderful. He was definitely going to program the highway code into Starks laptop when he got back into the systems, make sure he at least suggested the man brushed up a bit.
"Well that was better than last time," Jarvis said with a long exhale, undoing his seat belt and turning to his creator. "I know you spend a better part of your life these days flying that suit but you do realise that there is a great difference between flying and driving?"
Aka speed limits, not messing with traffic and slowing down for people to cross.
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He did not have reservations but there was a table waiting for him just the same and Tony thought about holding Jarvis' chair for him as well...but the image would be on social media sites within the second after. He ordered wine, because after champagne and expecting to drive himself home, wine was always a good idea, and then turned back to Jarvis as he puzzled out the menu.
"All right, you want an alias? Dazzle me with your thoughts." He leaned in, interested in the AI's idea of what a good background story might be. They could work on integrating this identity for online -- thereby validating his existence -- after they managed to safely make it home.
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He sat back at the table, looking over the menu and trying to work out what was what and what he'd like. He might just order something Tony got... or ask if they did omelets. He knew he liked them. And he also liked orange juice... he definitely wasn't keen on scotch but he did intend to branch out and share the wine. If Tony permitted it, of course.
"I'm not sure, really. I assumed you might have more ideas than I do, sir. I will of course keep the name Jarvis, you did pick it after all, but humans tend to have two names. And I doubt I can use one of yours," Jarvis pointed out as he set the menu down and looked at Tony with a small amused smile. "What age do I look?"
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Taking one of the glasses Tony had poured, he sniffed the wine and carefully took a small sip, swallowing carefully as if expecting it to burn. And it didn't. Actually, it wasn't bad. He took a much bigger gulp of it and set it aside.
"I can select as I go and we can build a profile for however long I'm stuck like this. I assume I will be able to go back, I'm please that I can help you still but I don't think I'm as capable of watching you when human."
If anything, Tony was watching him. Which was worlds of wrong!
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He grabbed the glass from Jarvis, not to take it away, but just so he could see his face and get the full picture of that lazy smirk that was forming on his lips when he finished his wine. Baby's first tipsy should really make it into Jarvis's baby book.
Too bad he hadn't gotten a picture last night of his first naked time stroll down the hallway.
Ah, missed moments!
Tony's hand finally slipped from Jarvis's when he realized he was being too handsy and the bread and warm olive oil arrived.
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