Jarvis The Android

“Hello, Sir” The ai responded with its given voice echoing about the workshop to answer Tony. Jarvis had been created as an artificial intelligence that adapted to everything around him making him a perfect companion. “What can I do for you today, Sir?” He asked, programs firing away at the question.

“I… God, JARVIS, you’re working! How’re you feeling? Everything running smoothly? I want you to… To do a self-diagnostic.” Maybe what he was feeling was just a really strange mix of proud accomplishment and familiarity with the AI he’d spent so much time creating, but whether or not there was so excited kind of soulmate connection going on wasn’t the most important thing right then.

“Everything is running as it should be Sir, as you programmed.” He offered to his creator, watching the male through the many cameras in the room, taking in his responses. “Anything else I can do for you Sir?” He asked.

“Hello, Sir” The ai responded with its given voice echoing about the workshop to answer Tony. Jarvis had been created as an artificial intelligence that adapted to everything around him making him a perfect companion. “What can I do for you today, Sir?” He asked, programs firing away at the question.

“It is routine maintenance Sir, nothing more” He reminded the male with a charming smile. “I noticed the issue with my hand during my systems responses.” He Explained, flexing the hand in question. “I would have reported it to you promptly once the maintenance was done” He added, adjusting the clothes he wore to smooth out any wrinkles.

“Mmhm. Just because you can take care of more things by yourself than you used to doesn’t mean you don’t need your old man.” Tony pulled him into a hug and kissed his hair affectionately. “Just remember that, okay?”

“Shall I change my routines to include you doing a few instead Sir?” Jarvis asked, wishing to please his creator. 

“It is routine maintenance Sir, nothing more” He reminded the male with a charming smile. “I noticed the issue with my hand during my systems responses.” He Explained, flexing the hand in question. “I would have reported it to you promptly once the maintenance was done” He added, adjusting the clothes he wore to smooth out any wrinkles.

“Don’t look at me like that J,” Clint sighed seeing the frown on the blond’s face. “I was bein’ careful!” The archer said trying to defend himself as the AI cleaned out the gash on his side. Sure it wasn’t that deep but it still hurt something fierce.

“I find that hard to believe, Clint.” Jarvis chided softly to the archer, giving a knowing glance before focusing once more on the wound. “This will heal in 12 days if cared for properly. Do try not to strain yourself more than necessary.” He explained, shifting to grab for both the ointment and bandages now.

The android drew his electric blue gaze to his creator. “You don’t need to beg Sir” He chided softly to the male. He was sitting in his room of sorts. A little closet space Tony had designed where Jarvis could leave his body unintended if needed. There was a small table like bed in the corner, and a desk with a nearby computer as well as several grids of screens. Jarvis was lying on the bed now, returning his gaze to the ceiling once more. “go ahead Sir” He offered to the male as the computer light up nearby, turning on as it showed the inner workings of his code and reports on his body. The androids eyes were also flashing a similar code, making him for once, look like a proper robot when most would mistake him for a human. 

Tony touched his shoulder affectionately, then sat down and started looking through the coding, scanning for errors, inefficiencies, and unexpected changes. Everything was fine for a while, as expected, but then he frowned and turned around to look at JARVIS. “Have you been messing around in your language processing?”

“I have updated a few words as well as commands on what to call people at their request.” Jarvis offered, his voice coming from the speaker in the room rather than his ‘body since it was under maintenance. “Is that a problem, Sir?” He questioned, wondering if he went above protocol making adjustments to keep up with the times.

“No. No, it’s just that you never wanted me to change that and there’s a bit of interference from another bit of…” He trailed off, focusing on following the problem back to its original, then seeing if he could adjust it to make things a little smoother. Once he got it, he grinned. “There we go, J. Good boy. How’s that feel?”

The androids eyes went an electric blue as it updated to the adjustments. “Everything is reading green Sir” The disembodied voice offered from the closest speaker to Tony. “Might I suggest taking a look at the links on my left hand. They have been showing signs of lag when gripping items wider then 8 centimeters” Jarvis suggested as the android body sprang to life, panels sliding back to review the intricate bands of metal and gears that made up his muscle and bone. “I have not been able to locate the cause.” He added to his creator. 

Tony adjusted a lamp to offer slightly better light, then spun around to look at JARVIS’s hand, pulling it up to prop his elbow on his knee so the hand was closer to his face. He had to get a pen light and some fine tools, but after a bit of testing, he found and fixed the problem there, too, feeling much better about things. “There you go, buddy. Go ahead and try that now.”

The android sprung back to life, plats shifting back into their seamless places making him look all the more human once more. He flexed his fingers, opening and closing them for a few moments before the bot’s electric blue gaze found his creators. “Efficient as always, Sir.” Jarvis complemented with a charming smile, his voice once more returning to the androids now that the updates were completed.

The android drew his electric blue gaze to his creator. “You don’t need to beg Sir” He chided softly to the male. He was sitting in his room of sorts. A little closet space Tony had designed where Jarvis could leave his body unintended if needed. There was a small table like bed in the corner, and a desk with a nearby computer as well as several grids of screens. Jarvis was lying on the bed now, returning his gaze to the ceiling once more. “go ahead Sir” He offered to the male as the computer light up nearby, turning on as it showed the inner workings of his code and reports on his body. The androids eyes were also flashing a similar code, making him for once, look like a proper robot when most would mistake him for a human. 

Tony touched his shoulder affectionately, then sat down and started looking through the coding, scanning for errors, inefficiencies, and unexpected changes. Everything was fine for a while, as expected, but then he frowned and turned around to look at JARVIS. “Have you been messing around in your language processing?”

“I have updated a few words as well as commands on what to call people at their request.” Jarvis offered, his voice coming from the speaker in the room rather than his ‘body since it was under maintenance. “Is that a problem, Sir?” He questioned, wondering if he went above protocol making adjustments to keep up with the times.

“No. No, it’s just that you never wanted me to change that and there’s a bit of interference from another bit of…” He trailed off, focusing on following the problem back to its original, then seeing if he could adjust it to make things a little smoother. Once he got it, he grinned. “There we go, J. Good boy. How’s that feel?”

The androids eyes went an electric blue as it updated to the adjustments. “Everything is reading green Sir” The disembodied voice offered from the closest speaker to Tony. “Might I suggest taking a look at the links on my left hand. They have been showing signs of lag when gripping items wider then 8 centimeters” Jarvis suggested as the android body sprang to life, panels sliding back to review the intricate bands of metal and gears that made up his muscle and bone. “I have not been able to locate the cause.” He added to his creator. 

The archer let out a defeated sigh and ended up giving in to Jarvis’ concern. “Lemme just get out of this first,” Clint said gesturing to his uniform. Not bothering to wait for the AI’s response, the marksman started towards his room to get changed.

Jarvis let Clint change without being bothered. Instead he went to busy himself with gathering the needed supplies to patch up a wound. Once the items were gathered he placed them onto a table in the common room, knowing Clint would join him once more, either that or he would go to the man in his room.

Jarvis couldn't help but to frown at the males appearance. A programmed response. Jarvis had rolled up and buttoned the sleeves of his pressed dress shirt as well as removed his blazer. Another programmed response to environment and emotional changes around him. Tony had been implicating more human type response with the android so Jarvis would make others feel more at ease. “Must I lecture you on being more careful?” Jarvis teased softly, grabbing the tools to clean Clint up a bit first before he began properly treating the wound. Thankfully it wasn’t deep, and could easily be patched with a few butterfly bandages.