I never had to. [ her mouth forms a tight line between statements. ] Tony Stark gave me reason to believe that he was quite fond of his family's butler.
[All that prior petulance and dry humor and whatnot has drained away.
Now he's just thoughtfully surprised. Jarvis isn't particularly used to positive remarks about his work, though he's never needed them; a butler is ideal when he works off his own self-fulfillment. And after he had cut himself off from Britain and the friends and family there, his work and focus on keeping Ana fed and safe was priority. Not fondness from others.
It's also quite difficult to imagine someone liking him when he's never gotten to meet them.
You were just about the only subject we could agree upon. [ and therefore edwin jarvis came up often. a kind of buffer between all the potential sourness between herself and tony. ]
That was all he'd ever truly wanted, for many years. To make that small difference -- well, he'd be boldly lying if it wasn't partly to appease his family and rectify the image of them they had. Pride in others and feeling proud, it's so important. Other than love there is nothing more crucial to give a son, he's learned through trial and many errors.
It's all these years later but he still hovers uncertainly for some sign that he's up to snuff. Now that Miss Carter has offered it, he will just have to knee jerk react the same way he does to Ana when she finds the kindest things to say - to fluster and feel woefully silly.]
[ she's had an awful lot of time to think about her ties to the world. angie. howard. even dottie in her chilling fashion. but few have been so constant and loyal a presence as edwin jarvis. there had come a point when she hadn't expected anyone to stick around. stay safe.
and now she can see that she's ruffled his feathers. peggy clears her throat. ] You needn't say anything at all. Not if you don't want to. It's enough that it got said at all.
[Now he just feels foolish to have been passively-aggressively sipping tea at you.
Ehem.]
Since we're -- both being horribly sentimental and unbecoming right now, I'll just hurry and inform you that you're one of my favorite visitors to Stark's property. You easily outweigh the company of a flamingo by leaps and bounds.
[He's trying to say you're his bestest friend, but it's not quite coming out smoothly with him being calmly flustered.]
... The young sir -- Anthony Stark... didn't have any sort of... zoo surviving to his time, did he?
[Please don't make me suffer the wildlife for the rest of my days.]
[ an awkward clearing of her throat. horribly sentimental and unbecoming, indeed. peggy dips her chin and pinches the bridge of her nose. god above, what has this place done to her? softened up her emotions. her fingers curl on the edge of the table to keep herself from reaching for his hand. ]
Tony? [ ahem. ] I'm afraid the question never came up. He seemed more keen to collect armoured suits.
I imagine if Anthony is anything like his father as you've said, conflicts of... interest were bound to rear their ugly heads.
[Jarvis isn't imagining a drama-bomb civil war of course, he's imagining sexy parties that Steve's hiding in the back corner for. Because that's the Stark life, man. Party on. Mr. Rogers would probably croak if he had to witness some of Howard's New Years celebrations up close.]
Though maybe he shouldn't be surprised. It's not as though Howard hasn't been at the end of Peggy's right hook. Something about poor Starks, just so punchable.]
I don't much care for gossip at the best of times, Mister Jarvis. [ ... ] And now I have to share a ship with Steve Rogers -- [ nay, a bedroom! ] It wouldn't be becoming of me to spill all his woes for you like some kind of page three tabloid tale.
[ there are a great many things she would share with jarvis before many other living souls -- but steve, it seems, is something of a sore point. an exception to nearly every rule. he was so rarely mentioned, back home -- not by peggy, at least. and not outside of peculiar circumstances. ]
I don't think they called him Jarvis. [ not any longer. ] His name was Vision. Or The Vision. I never did get clarification on the definite article.
Evidently not. The name was changed around the same time the -- [ a crinkle in her brow. this is almost uncharted territory to her. ] Around the same time the programming gained sentience. Not unlike your wireless suddenly having its own words to speak.
So — let me parse what the story is, then, if I may.
[He taps the table with a finger.]
Mister Anthony Stark creates a robotic being... based on my presence — which I am assuming is all after my death, or I will be rather cross with Mr. Stark.
[He makes an arch with his finger as he taps to the next point of his imaginary timeline.]
This robot with my name works for him, and then at some point in time...
This robot gains a body... changes his name to something suitably mysterious... and appears here in the Fleet?
-- In theory, yes. Although the 'being' in question doesn't start of robotic at all. [ or so she thinks. ] Imagine the autopilot function on the short range shuttles. Tony Stark's JARVIS would have been a magnificent improvement on that sort of built-in artificial intelligence.
But then there was the body and something to do with an army of very bad robots and -- I will be honest, it all gets more and more confusing from thereon in.
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Now he's just thoughtfully surprised. Jarvis isn't particularly used to positive remarks about his work, though he's never needed them; a butler is ideal when he works off his own self-fulfillment. And after he had cut himself off from Britain and the friends and family there, his work and focus on keeping Ana fed and safe was priority. Not fondness from others.
It's also quite difficult to imagine someone liking him when he's never gotten to meet them.
So strange.]
He did? He was?
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... Well, I, um. I'm quite humbled to be agreeable conversation.
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That was all he'd ever truly wanted, for many years. To make that small difference -- well, he'd be boldly lying if it wasn't partly to appease his family and rectify the image of them they had. Pride in others and feeling proud, it's so important. Other than love there is nothing more crucial to give a son, he's learned through trial and many errors.
It's all these years later but he still hovers uncertainly for some sign that he's up to snuff. Now that Miss Carter has offered it, he will just have to knee jerk react the same way he does to Ana when she finds the kindest things to say - to fluster and feel woefully silly.]
... I don't know what to say.
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and now she can see that she's ruffled his feathers. peggy clears her throat. ] You needn't say anything at all. Not if you don't want to. It's enough that it got said at all.
[ isn't it? ]
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Ehem.]
Since we're -- both being horribly sentimental and unbecoming right now, I'll just hurry and inform you that you're one of my favorite visitors to Stark's property. You easily outweigh the company of a flamingo by leaps and bounds.
[He's trying to say you're his bestest friend, but it's not quite coming out smoothly with him being calmly flustered.]
... The young sir -- Anthony Stark... didn't have any sort of... zoo surviving to his time, did he?
[Please don't make me suffer the wildlife for the rest of my days.]
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Tony? [ ahem. ] I'm afraid the question never came up. He seemed more keen to collect armoured suits.
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Armored suits? Ah, yes — less of an inventor, more of a... superhero.
[Considering Howard's love of Captain America, perhaps that inspired the lad.
Or some such.]
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Give him a moment and a few dances of the head.]
I suppose it does sound rather — headstrong.
It would look ambitious and bold in headlines.
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[Jarvis isn't imagining a drama-bomb civil war of course, he's imagining sexy parties that Steve's hiding in the back corner for. Because that's the Stark life, man. Party on. Mr. Rogers would probably croak if he had to witness some of Howard's New Years celebrations up close.]
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I think it's gone a little bit beyond 'conflict of interest', I'm afraid. Blows were exchanged.
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[That's... worse than he anticipated.
Though maybe he shouldn't be surprised. It's not as though Howard hasn't been at the end of Peggy's right hook. Something about poor Starks, just so punchable.]
... What sort of conflict is this, precisely?
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Is this going to be a common theme, Miss Carter?
Being unable to tell me things.
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I... see.
[Downgraded to local gossiping hen.
He must admit, the comment stings a bit too much to his liking.
But he will push it aside.]
What about this other Jarvis, then? Aboard the fleet? Before me.
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I don't think they called him Jarvis. [ not any longer. ] His name was Vision. Or The Vision. I never did get clarification on the definite article.
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... A strange choice in name change.
Is Jarvis not mysterious enough for him?
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Mister Anthony Stark creates a robotic being... based on my presence — which I am assuming is all after my death, or I will be rather cross with Mr. Stark.
[He makes an arch with his finger as he taps to the next point of his imaginary timeline.]
This robot with my name works for him, and then at some point in time...
This robot gains a body... changes his name to something suitably mysterious... and appears here in the Fleet?
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