Has anyone else noticed that a Jarvis has always been there in some form or other? Edwin Jarvis was there for the Stark family, his wife, and Peggy Carter. J.A.R.V.I.S. was there for the Tony, Pepper, Rhodey and the Avengers. Vision was there for the Avengers and the world.

So I was thinking, what if there was a Jarvis in between Edwin's death and J.A.R.V.I.S.'s creation? What if J.A.R.V.I.S. wasn't based off Edwin but someone else entirely?

Summary:

When Howard is surprised with a phone call, he is tasked with explaining to Mr Jarvis that he has a son. Not only that, but that son will go on to save his son Tony's life multiple times. And also that he will end up saving the world in the future.

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AGENT CARTER, IRON MAN, AND THE AVENGERS ALL BELONG TO MARVEL

The sound of one of the many telephones ringing made Edwin Jarvis drop his dusting cloth and walk swiftly over to the main room. He picked up the phone and subconsciously answered "Hello, Stark Residence."

There was a man on the other end, who Mr Jarvis was surprised by as he also had a British accent.

"Hello. I would like to talk to Mr Stark please."

Jarvis glanced over into the other room, where Howard Stark was looking at photographs of various different women.

"Mr Stark is occupied at the moment. I am his butler, would you like me to pass on a message?"

The man on the other end seemed to think for a moment, before eventually responding.

"Tell Mr Stark that there has been an advance on Project JA01."

"Of course, sir. Have a good day."

And with that, Mr Jarvis placed the telephone back on its holder, and made his way to where Howard was still "occupied".

Jarvis had been wracking his brains, desperately trying to remember anything about Project JA01, but finding nothing. It was his job to memorise all of Mr Stark's various projects, so what was he going to say when Howard asked about it? His thoughts were interrupted when Howard noticed him standing in the doorway, and called him inside.

"Hey Jarvis, what's up?" Howard asked, putting down a picture of a famous model.

"Someone wished to talk to you about a certain Project JA01 sir, but I'm afraid I do not recall you ever being involved with anything of the sorts."

Howard looked blank for a moment, before realisation showed in his eyes.

"Oh that was over and done with years ago. Can you dial up the number for me Jarvis? It seems important."

Mr Jarvis rolled his eyes and did as Howard asked, managing to hide the fact that he was hurt that Howard hadn't told him everything.

Howard put the telephone to his ear, and motioned for Jarvis to go away. It wasn't long before someone picked up. Howard had already prepared himself for whatever was going to come.

"Howard Stark here. I heard something about JA01?"

"What do you mean? I thought they'd destroyed it all?"

"Look, he has no idea. If I was to-"

"No, yeah I understand."

"With who?"

"Classified? This is a big deal, there must be some way you can tell me?"

"Well what am I supposed to do if she's dead? It's not like I'm his da-... oh, right."

"Surely there must be some way you can keep him, train him up or something? I mean, he has a lot on his hands with my son so surely you can-"

"Okay, don't do that."

"Fine, we'll be there. Just, argh, how the hell am I supposed to tell Jarvis that he's got a son?"

Howard paused. He knew he had not just imagined the sound of (very expensive) china smashing in the hallway. Of course Jarvis had been listening in on the conversation. He should have been more careful. He put the phone down, and cautiously walked over to the doorway where Jarvis was waiting for him.

Mr Jarvis was a bumbling man, with very good morals. That's why Howard trusted him with his life, and never feared him for anything. And yet, only now did he realise how tall Mr Jarvis was. How strong Mr Jarvis was. How serious Mr Jarvis looked. Howard reminded himself never to get on the wrong side of his butler.

Said butler was the first to break the deafening silence.

"Mr Stark, I hope you do realise what you're insinuating."

"Jarvis."

"And I hope you realise that I would never even think about-"

"Jarvis."

"Especially after Ana-"

"Jarvis!"

Howard looked straight into Edwin's eyes, which were welling up with tears upon memory of his late wife and her inability to have children.

"Jarvis, listen to me." Howard began, bracing himself for whatever reaction his friend gave. "Back when I hired you, there were some problems in the discharge. You see, apparently power and money wasn't enough to clear your name. I had to promise them something else too."

Jarvis took a deep breath. "What?" He asked.

Howard continued. "They, uh, needed some samples for Project JA01. And I- you provided."

"Without my consent?" Jarvis asked, anger evidently increasing in his voice now.

"Look, it was the only way to both your and Ana's name! I knew you would never say yes-"

"Well you're right about that!"

"And even once the war ended I asked, I paid, for it to be destroyed. But apparently not. And so, they decided to use it now. And now you have a son."

Jarvis sighed, his eyes still wide with shock. "The mother?" He asked, his usually loud voice now barely a whisper.

Howard looked down. "No idea, but she's dead. Been dead for three years. You're the only family he has."

Howard wisely decided to give Jarvis some time to let this life-changing information sink in, but he wasn't expecting the butler to ask questions so soon.

"When can I see him?" Was the first thing that Jarvis had asked.

Howard simply replied "next week."

"Does he have a name?"

"Not yet."

"Can I name him?"

"Go for it, J."

"Does this mean I have a brother?"

Both men turned around, and were surprised to see an 8-year-old boy in his pajamas looking up at them sheepishly. Jarvis noticed anger grow on Howard's face, but calmly raised his hand as protection. The last thing he needed was another fight between father and son.

"Master Tony, how long have you been standing there?"

"For a bit. Now tell meeee!"

Jarvis's heart melted. Tony had put on his puppy dog face. The one that Ana would have jumped off a cliff for. One that he himself would jump off a cliff for. That's why he didn't believe himself when the words slipped out. "...Perhaps."