#jarvistech

It'd been several months now since Darcy had earned a spot to work with the ever-obnoxious and painfully, simply human Tony Stark. She'd adjusted to his schedule, learned her way around the Tower quickly, and had spent each day conversing with JARVIS.

So far, the day had been met with silence. No Jarvis, no Tony. It didn't strike Darcy as odd; some days were like this, Tony was so caught up in his work that she wouldn't hear from him until it was time to go home. She had a list of things she had to do on a daily basis and that's what she started to work on.

First, though, she needed some coffee. Walking to the kitchen, Darcy hums lightly under her breath and smiles when she smells the wonderful scent of coffee in the air. Someone's already brewed some.

She steps into the kitchen, ready to say thanks to whoever made the liquid life source when she stops in her tracks. The man standing next to the counter is a stranger. She's never seen him before, doesn't recognize his face. Her eyebrows raise, arms crossing over her chest as she clears her throat to get the man's attention.