Just a drabble. Maybe someday I'll extend it. Enjoy
" You need to rest, sir. Your vital signs idicate..."
" Who cares about vital signs?"
" Yours I do, sir"
Tony sighed as the voice echoed away in the glooom the workshop was drowning in. His half empty drink rested in his chest near the arc-reactor, so blue light tangled with it's brown colour. And he has been staring at it —with his legs over the desk— since he noticed he wasn't going to come up with any other idea that night. But he remained there because he felt less... lonely. With JARVIS and Dummy and all that
" Why do you have to be an AI, JARVIS?"
" I wouldn't exist if you haven't created me, Mr. Stark"
" Now I feel the center of the universe"
" You are"
He smirked amused
" Are you flirting with me, JARVIS?"
" I couldn't possibly know, sir"
Tony sighed again, shaking his head. Maybe JARVIS was right and he needed some rest because hell, for a second there he actually believed...
" What am I even doing"
He whispered, getting up his seat and up the stairs.
Mixio~
