Chess
"Checkmate. I win again young master."
"Aw, no fair. You cheat Jarvis."
The middle-aged man chuckled. "I did no such thing Master Tony," Jarvis replied.
Tony Stark, age 7, pouted, crossing his arms. "No fair, I can build a circuit-board but I can't beat you at chess," he grumbled.
Jarvis smiled fondly and ruffled the boy's hair. "You will one day, soon," he promised.
Tony smiled. "Okay but don' go easy on me," he warned.
"I wouldn't dream of it young master," Jarvis replied.
"Sir."
"Sir."
"Mr. Stark."
"Tony!"
Tony blinked, shaking his head before looking away from the old photo. "Yea Jarv?" he asked.
"My apologies sir, you simply worried me with your day-dreaming," the AI replied.
Tony smiled slightly. "Hey Jarv, you up for a game of chess?" he asked.
"You haven't beaten me yet," Jarvis replied, you could hear the cheek in his voice.
Tony laughed, placing the photo down and standing up. "I will, mark my words," he said and walked towards the chess board.
The picture: A boy and his butler.
The End