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.
[ aubergines, carrots, cucumbers. all manner of dangling phallic vegetables right here. ]
They're little pictures -- cartoons, I suppose. Here. [ she produces a small mobile phone from her pocket. it's not hers. in truth, it's steve's. but she's been borrowing it (with permission) in order to complete her programming lessons with winn.
it takes the device a hot minute to boot up, but soon she's bringing up a touch-screen keyboard and tapping into the emoji menu. little faces and items and! ah, yes. the aubergine. she holds the phone up so jarvis might inspect her wares. ] People communicate with them.
Cute, he says! [ a mock-exasperated huff. good lord, but she's happy to dispense with the topic of tony and steve's little war. this seems to serve as an adequate distraction. ] Look more closely. In the future, people like to use these pictures like codes.
[ oh, but she hesitates. there is a marked moment where she seems unlikely to hand the phone over -- but then her better angels start to sing, and she presses the device into jarvis's hands. ]
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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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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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[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?
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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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The thought is mildly concerning, but he will accept it nonetheless.]
The future sounds traumatizing. Like a dreadful science fiction radio show.
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I must know about these emojis.
[You can't just dangle the carrot like that.]
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They're little pictures -- cartoons, I suppose. Here. [ she produces a small mobile phone from her pocket. it's not hers. in truth, it's steve's. but she's been borrowing it (with permission) in order to complete her programming lessons with winn.
it takes the device a hot minute to boot up, but soon she's bringing up a touch-screen keyboard and tapping into the emoji menu. little faces and items and! ah, yes. the aubergine. she holds the phone up so jarvis might inspect her wares. ] People communicate with them.
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[He's a bit tickled. Who cares about the technology, he gets over that quickly when his boss is who he is.]
Oh, yes! There's the aubergine.
They're delicious when properly baked in slices.
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May I try something?
[LET HIM SEE, LET HIM SEE.
Sorry, you'll have to hold your tongue on the eggplant issue a moment longer.]
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There we go. I've officially written in future code. I feel so... new age!
[He holds it up, ready to be critiqued.]
How did I do?
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