A/N: I don't know why but I'm starting to really get into writing Marvel fics...Yes I know I have other stories to write but...I really like writing about things like this...R&R Should I go on?

When Tony was little he grew up with two parents and their butler Jarvis. He knew that both of his parents loved him but work got in the way of Tony spending time with his father and his mother would just let Tony be. She ended up going on business trips involving the company. But Jarvis was always there.

"Jarvis?"

"Yes sir?"

"I have a question?"

"What is it sir?"

"Why do you always call me sir?" His brown eyes looked up at Jarvis' blue-ish green eyes.

"Well you are the young master."

"I think it's weird. My name is Tony, not sir." His little face scrunched up a little.

"Terribly sorry, would you like me to call you Anthony then?" Jarvis smiled at the boy.

"Hahaha," he giggled. "No Tony!"

"Alright then, Tony." Tony giggled again.

"You can call me sir, but I like it when you call me Tony too." Jarvis couldn't help but smile at the boy.

"It'd be nice sir."

"Come on Jarvis, help me make a sandwich and some hot chocolate." Tony grabbed Jarvis' hand and lead him to the kitchen.

"Very well sir." They both made grilled cheese sandwiches.

"Come on Jarvis. Eat with me." He said pushing his plate that was stacked with two grilled cheeses out to his butler. Jarvis humbly accepted the sandwich.

"Thank you sir."

"No problem Jarvis." They ate in silence. Tony was enjoying his time with Jarvis. When his parents were over it'd be a real treat. But Tony liked spending time with Jarvis just a bit more.

"Hey Jarvis...Could you tell me a bedtime story?" Tony said snuggled up in his blankets.

"Certainly sir. What story would you like me to tell?" Tony paused as if to think about it.

"...the three little pigs?"

"Excellent choice sir. Once upon a time..." Before Jarvis was finished with the story he was met with the small snoring noise from the bed. Jarvis couldn't help but smile at the boy again. He may act stoic at times but with Tony he couldn't help but smile.

"I'm sorry Jarvis, I know it's Tony's 10th birthday but Maria and I don't have enough time. We need to be at this meeting or else we won't make one of the biggest sales our company has to offer. I know it's a big day for the little guy, but tell him we'll make it up to him." Howard replied over the phone.

"Very well, sir." He hung up and prepared Tony breakfast in bed. "Sir, wake up."

"Five more minutes mommy..." Tony mumbled turning around and continuing to doze off..

"Very well, it seems I will have to eat all of these blueberry waffles, covered in whipped cream, drenched with the finest maple syrup Canada has to offer. All on my own..." That woke Tony up as he rubbed the sleep from his eyes.

"Well why didn't you say so?" Jarvis put the tray in front of him and watched as he dug into his breakfast. "Jarvis, your waffles are the best!"

"Thank you sir."

"Jarvis, it's my birthday! Call me Tony!"

"Very well Tony. Happy birthday." Tony gave him a grin and proceeded to finish his breakfast.

"So, when are mom and pops gonna be home?"

"I'm sorry but the Mr. and Mrs. won't be home in time for your birthday." Tony looked crestfallen.

"But that doesn't mean you won't have any fun today."

"Really?"

"Of course. What would you like to do?"

"Um...I really haven't thought about it...how about...Central Park? We hardly go out there anymore. We could get hot dogs and play in the park." Jarvis was silent for a moment and Tony was afraid his idea was stupid. But that changed when Jarvis spoke.

"That is a wonderful idea Tony." The boy laughed and went rushing to get ready.