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“I think we can handle it,” said Tony.  “Unless you want to supervise personally.”  He just couldn’t resist flirting with her, especially when it seemed to unnerve her so.  “What do you say, Miss Potts?”

       “We’ll manage fine, Ms. Potts,” Jarvis replied,  “assuredly by now the tower has seen stranger things than this.” well, not by much, but the statement still stood. 

       “I assumed you hadn’t,” Jarvis said with a half-smile, this was the human version of the AI that didn’t bother updating his own CPU without a command but ran diagnostics on the bots out of sheer boredom, “TONY, call Dr. Hansen,” 

DO NOT IMAGINE

       Jarvis looked over to Pepper, while he was usually quite good with names, she was the one who held the employee docket in the end. She shrugged, “It sounds familiar, maybe SHIELD?”

“She’s, uh…” Toby shrugged.  “She was my surrogate mother, so she’s kind of like family.  She likes to know what I’m up to.”  That probably sounded weird, he realized suddenly, as if she were spying on him.  He knew she wasn’t, that she just worried about him, but what would this man think about it?

Tony blinked.  “Maya and Killian… you know them?” that was… worrying.  “How well?  Are you aware what they’re working on?”  Maybe this world was different… enough stuff was different that Maya and Killian could have been the good guys.  But Tony did want to be sure.

     “Their working on the production of synthetic flesh, I believe that was what Dr. Hansen wrote in her last report,” to be honest, Jarvis had never paid close attention, the medical department of the company was more about “shutting up the hippies” as Mr. Stane often explained, but as it was now, they had never given Jarvis a reason to worry.

“Thanks,” said Toby, and got up also, keeping his head turned away from Jarvis.  He’d come here for a job and was now more or less a prisoner, and the really sad thing about his life was that was probably an improvement.

“All right,” said Toby.  He fiddled nervously with a sheet of paper.  “I don’t think I’ve met Dr. Cho.  She’s a biologist, right?”  What would this woman think of him?

Jarvis shouldn’t have to not complain. He worked hard at a shity job. Tony shouldn’t be like this. He shouldn’t be so depressed. He had been prone to it in high school but he had just drank or done drugs to feel better and fucked around. Now he just stayed in an apartment by himself most the day and it festered. 

Jarvis would have likely ended up working hard and a shitty job regardless of whether or not he had ever met Tony again, it would have just been the shitty job his parents wanted him to have, and he would have been devoid of his best friend as he had been for so many years. He knew Tony was lost-- more than anything he knew that, in some ways, he was as well, but he had never tried to play the “Agony” game with Tony, it was one the other would assuredly win.

We must never confuse elegance with snobbery.

Tony felt utterly sick and guilty and terrible. He felt himself start to tear up and quickly turned away from Jarvis. Their hands were together and Tony had to pull his hand away. His knees came up to his chest and he pressed his face against his knees.

       When Tony turned away, Jarvis came closer almost instinctively. He wished he had complained less, griping about his boss every once and a while had been a favored pass time of the the blond. It wasn’t that bad, and the thought that he could have made Tony think.. think that he was a burden,made his stomach churn.