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So, this idea has been sitting in my brain for the past couple of months and has been slowly growing. Like, to the point where I know how this is going to end (and that never happens to me). Then the other night while pining a petticoat together Steve-muse started to poke me into writing this. I haven't written anything in ages, so please be kind. _
This ended up as a prologue type of chapter because Steve just wants to get to art and when muse is being picky. :/ Whelp. Yeah.
And now I am uploading this to as well as AO3. :D
Chapter 1: JARVIS loves everyone, but Steve is his second favorite.
JARVIS wasn't all-seeing. He knew and accepted it (even if it had been difficult, since he had the same spark of stuborness in him that his creator carried as well).
But most times...well, most times he could spot an issue before it became one, and was able to head it off at the pass.
Each floor of the Tower that the Avengers lived on had a computer room, and seeing as it was owned by Stark and run by JARVIS, they were tricked out seven ways til Sunday. The only two people that used the holographic tech in their rooms were Bruce, and surprisingly, Steve.
Steve embraced it, rarely thinking of Bucky's words once, so long ago as they headed to Stark Expo.
Pushing the difficult words to forget out of his mind once again, Steve raised his face slightly to talk to the corner of the room. "JARVIS, where is the closest art suply store?"
"Five blocks away, Captian," JARVIS said, "however they are closed until eleven."
Steve's fingers drummed against his thighs in a nervous twitch that JARVIS recognized from Sir when he'd been too long without a project to sink his teeth into.
JARVIS hesitated, going over his idea again for the fortieth time.
"There is an art program installed on the terminal. You could use it as a studio, Captain," he offered.
And that was how it all began.