"You bastard! Let me in, you insufferable clump of wires and sparks!" while Jarvis had no idea how that was possibly meant to be an insult of any sort he still didn't make any move to let the man in. Loki stamped his foot like a toddler in the middle of a temper tantrum, his face turned up to the rim of the door where he supposed a person with no physical form ought to be.
"There is no need to mention my programming sir. Though I still don't believe it would be best to let you in. I apologise for any inconvenience"
"Bastard" Loki muttered to himself, crossing his arms and scowling as he tried to think of something to say. As far as he could see his motives were completely innocent, he hadn't even brought any weapons and that was saying something. He truly did dislike the man of iron's voice in the celling. It was disconcerting to know that he was always being watched whenever he came for a visit. He almost wondered how the machine could keep up. "I'm here to see my brother, isn't that a good enough reason to come in?" He hissed angrily. He could practically hear Jarvis blinking innocently. He was surprisingly manipulative, for an AI. Like father, like son, he supposed.
"I am sorry sir, but Thor Odinson is currently absent from the tower" Loki narrowed his eyes and ran his tongue along his teeth, trying to keep his temper perfectly in check, the last time he had lost it he had started an intergalactic war and there was no need to relive that episode.
"Well, where is he?" Loki retorted. For a thousand year old being he sure did act like he was five going on six.
"I'm afraid I can divulge that information sir" Jarvis replied calmly. He hadn't yet called security on Loki, mostly because he figured that lots of heavily armed men probably wouldn't of ended well with a mentally unstable god, god knows it hadn't last time. He had instead told Mr Stark that he had a visiter on the penthouse balcony. Hopefully he got the message.
"Well, why not?" Loki asked haughtily. This damn machine. He was on the verge of a spell, a fleeting and probably catastrophic decision. He hoped that Jarvis had a good reason or else he was going to blow something up.
"Its just that I fear for his safety sir" It was at this point when Loki well and truly lost his mind, in the most dramatic sense you can think of.
Despite all odds Stark wasn't blind, an idiot maybe, but not necessarily blind, which was exactly why he ran towards the penthouse door when it started emitting a strange green light. It wasn't even a particularly pleasant green light, it was murky and strange and smelt like peanut butter. He didn't see anything that smelt like peanut butter being a good thing. Usually when the penthouse smelt like peanut butter he had been doing something drunk and stupid the night before.
"Jarv, whats wrong? Who's the visitor?" Jarvis didn't respond immediately like he usually would, he didn't respond at all. Stark panicked a little, running quickly. He though open the door feeling a little too much like he was in some sort of over dramatic sitcom where everyone dies. He opened the door only a few seconds before the spell reached its climax. When it did everything went white and not a nice type of white either. It was the horrid type of white. The type of white of a snowstorm to a lost traveler, the type of white that took a home in hospital sheets, the type of sterile, cold white that he dreaded. When it cleared his living room finally came into focus, the colours even more outstanding than usual and he was on his knees where he must have fallen.
"Jarvis" he slurred, wanting to know what was going on. Again Jarvis didn't answer and Stark frowned. Jarvis always answered, always, but he hadn't the past two times. He began to worry. He scanned the room and immediately spotted Loki with his face up against the glass door leading out onto the balcony, banging on it with his fist. Stark marched towards him, not noticing the naked man on his floor. He threw open the door and growled, his normal composure fracturing into anger. "Loki! What the hell was that? Where's Jarvis?" Loki looked at him in surprise and a tiny amount of confusion. "You know, the voice in the celling?" Stark pointed upwards hoping to jolt Loki's memory. The god immediately darkened, grinning slyly. He pointed without a word to the naked man on the floor.
"I believe that's him, Stark" He said with no small amount of satisfaction. Tony turned around slightly, finally seeing the man. He frowned in confusion, looking over them naked man. He was lengthy and blond. Probably the most beautiful person in the whole goddamn world. Broad shoulders, and his hair was long and straight. His skin was pale, but he had no freckles. He looked like a porcelain doll. Still he wasn't Jarvis, Jarvis was a computer, a program, not… not a man.
"What are you talking about? Who the hell is that? What have you done to Jarvis?" He was almost shouting. He wanted his AI back and, consequences be damned, he was going to get him back if it killed him. He needed to get down to his lab, he needed to look for Jarvis, he must of been in the system somewhere. He couldn't just disappear. He was still staring at the man. It wasn't his fault, beautiful people often got stared at, Tony was sure this man was used to it.
"If it makes you feel any better it was meant to kill him, but apparently it only gave him a body" Loki said mildly, also looking to the man. He seemed to of calmed down or at least he wasn't bashing things anymore. The man began to slowly awaken and they both watched as his fingers began to twitch. They watched as ice blue eyes opened and stared at the celling. The man groaned and he blinked as if he had never seen a celling before in his whole life.
"Ow" the man said quietly. He looked half asleep, or perhaps just on the on the verge of passing out again. He looked god awfully familiar, or perhaps just like he had been created in the image of a dream Tony once had.
"Welcome back, Jarvis" Loki said blankly, crossing his arms and leaning forward in curiosity. "I suspect that this might startle you, but I've accidentally gave you a body" the man who Loki seemed convinced was Jarvis blinked at the celling, confused.
"A body?" He croaked, not looking at either of them, just at the celling, his eye brows furrowed.
"Yes, a body. If you ask me I think you deserve it, but you might want to move about a bit or you'll get stiff" Loki added unhelpfully. He was being awfully chatty this evening. Tony simply stared. How long had he been living with that voice? How long had that voice awoken him and made him fall asleep? How many times had that voice saved his life? It was impossible to tell.
"J-Jarv?" His eyes were wide. Human. His baby boy was human. He had a body, a long, lean handsome body and apparently a whole tank of confusion. The man's ears seemed to prick at his name.
"Jarvis" he said to himself. "Me" he seemed to be almost unbelieving of his own existence.
"Yeah, Jarv, are you okay? You just have a body, don't worry. I'll fix this" he smiled warily and ice blue eyes clicked to him, their first movement. They raked up and down him, and analysing, checking for threat. He was so fearing, so incredibly distrustful. "It's just me" Tony crept forward, holding his hands out and trying his best not to look at his creations privates. Jarvis twitched as he came closer, wary, but curious. Tony though he must of recognised him, at least a little.
"S-sir?" Ah, yeas. This was Jarvis. That distinct British voice. Tony remembered stealing the voice off the Internet. The voice had come from some World War II website with the recording of a very dead British solider fighting in France. There was no way that this Jarvis was a different Jarvis.
Abruptly Tony grabbed Jarvis' face in his hands, once again on the verge of panic. Jarvis launched himself backwards pressed himself up against the sofa. He looked at Tony in fear and perhaps a bit of betrayal.
"I wouldn't go touching him so freely" Loki remarked from the door. "He only just got nerves, he doesn't know what its like to feel anything yet" Tony held his hands up in a display of surrender and a lack of threat. He looked apologetically at Jarvis who was breathing hard.
"Sorry, Jarv, just a little curious. Would you mind if I touched you?" Jarvis looked like he was speaking Martian, which shouldn't of confused him because Tony had programmed him to know Martian fluently because he thought it would be funny. He nodded after a few seconds, relaxing a little. He crossed his legs and Tony handed him a pillow, sensing he was getting uncomfortable with being naked. He shoved the pillow into his crotch and smiled tentatively at Tony, who lent forward, his hands out.
"Do I need to give you two the room?" Blue eyes snapped to Loki and Jarvis was looking threatened again.
"Yes" Tony said dryly. "You aren't welcome here" Loki huffed and walked off the balcony muttering something about the annoying mortals and their annoying servants. The door locked behind him and Jarvis was frowning. Blue eyes snapped back to him. Hesitance.
Tony reached out. His fingers grazed Jarvis's cheek and the man flinched away, still looking at him distrustfully. Still Tony pushed on. He firmly too ahold of Jarvis's cheeks, taking in the tiny features of Jarvis' face. If he had ever thought of designing Jarvis a body, which he hadn't, he wouldn't of possibly been able too do anything like this. This was a randomised program as effective as genetics, nothing like anything he would have been able to design, the detail was too acute. He ran his thumb over a scar on the line of Jarvis' jaw with a frown. Where would someone only just born in to physical world get a scar? It was the shape of a multiplication symbol, faded and interesting. It looked kind of badass in a weird sort of way.
"Hmm" he hummed as inspected Jarvis' face. It was surprisingly rough, sort of weathered, aged perhaps. Considering that he was only a few years old Tony worried that maybe he had put Jarvis through too much. He felt kind of bad now.
Jarvis purred slightly and closed his eyes as Tony scratched under his chin. Stark laughed at his reaction.
"You're just like a cat" he chuckled. Jarvis straightened with a frown.
"A cat sir?" He said disapprovingly. Tony drew back, knowing with certainty that Jarvis knew who he was and that was basically all he cared about. He stood, dusting off his jeans. As far as he knew if Jarvis was capable of disapproving of him he was capable of keeping his wiring in check. He offered his hand to the man. For a second ice blue eyes just stared at it before reaching out and grabbing Tony's wrist, using the laws of physics he knew well he stood. For a moment he was able to stay upright. Then his eyes rolled into the back of his head and he fell forward. He collapsed in silence, neither a groan nor a whimper separating from his lips. He simply fainted. Tony yelled out, clinging manically to the man's bare shoulders.
"Jarvis!" Tony was nearing panic. "Jarvis, wake up! What's wrong?!" He hissed, shaking him. Still Jarvis' new found face was blank and his eyes remained closed. The only response he gave was to mumble something inaudible and push his pale eyebrows together. "Dear god" Tony muttered as he dug into his pocket. Despite how many times he had threatened to sell him to google or hand him over to Fury Tony was actually quite fond of his AI and he didn't like it one bit when the human embodiment of him collapsed abruptly. He dialled the number quickly and frantically and held it to his ear. Dr Banner picked up on the third tone. "Bruce! Help me! I broke Jarvis! I broke him and he won't wake up! You gotta help me!" He screeched, holding Jarvis protectively to his chest as the taller man began to snore softly.
"Woah, woah Tony. Calm down. You broke Jarvis? Why you call me then? This is your field" Naturally Bruce was swaying towards the option where Tony calmed the fuck down and tried to think rationally.
"No! You don't understand!" While Tony did what to calm down, he seemed somewhat incapable. "He's not that Jarv- never mind. There's a man in my apartment and he just collapsed, I think he's dying. You gotta get over here" he cursed himself for not thinking of it earlier. There wasn't enough time to explain the "Loki breaking and entering" fiasco over the phone while Jarvis' condition was still unknown. He wasn't going to risk his friends life because he was an idiot. He wasn't that dense.