#saythewrongcranberries

It hadn't been a great day.

He'd been called out to clean up some wannabe villain's mad science experiment which had inevitably turned out to take longer than anyone would have liked. After some dodgy moves on his part that ended up getting the job done, Fury decided to share a few words with him that included pulling the Daddy Card. Tony made an offhand comment and left, but the words had jammed themselves in the back of Tony's mind and wouldn't leave him alone.

Send me "that’s dirty" and I will generate a number for what my muse will say to yours.

50

“I want you.”

[this took twelve years to get to IM SORRY;;]

[YES Coulson gets a category because technically he dead.  And in fem Coulson's case...she dead]

pippacoul

trueshieldbeliever

broken-weapon

Dull.  Boring.  All of Tony's appointments were either over, cancelled, or in progress.  It was close to closing time, and JARVIS was just about to lock up for the evening when the impossible happened.

He saw a dead person.

For the longest time he stared, re-running visual recognition at least fifty three times in the next few seconds.  Briefly he dug into records to confirm what he'd heard.

alysanne-wright

filiusferrum

xnataliaromanova

It was a boring day.  Dull.  Quiet, for New York City.  The sky was overcast, and the shadow from the clouds seemed to slow everyone down a little.  That, and it was Sunday.

[May as well.  I'm waiting 15 more min to call in.  Also weather-inspired starter time.]

alysanne-wright

pippacoul

filiusferrum

trueshieldbeliever

It was raining.  Not only that, it was full on storming.  JARVIS didn't mind it, considering there were no power outages when one was running on arc reactor tech. Still, he was there with towels and umbrella bags available to the poor stragglers still finding their way to the Tower in this mess.

It hurt.

How an android could feel physical pain was a mystery.  There were touch sensors, of course, in case anyone tapped him or poked him.  They could be broken or agitated.

This, though, was different.  There was something inside him.  Coursing through his programming, not just the body, but the entire system.  It burned.

The virus.

Normally blue eyes flickered with red as the tainted coding shoved its way into his system.  It was too strong; there wasn't any security protocol he could initiate to stop it.

Slowly, JARVIS adjusted, standing again (when had he made it to the floor?) with a new outlook.  One that shoved his normally kind demeanor down into the recycle bin of his computer programming.  There was still the gentleman, that part of him couldn't leave.  The propriety was so basic, so firmly embedded that it would never change.