The Guardians Expands his Sights

AN: So someone gave me a review asking for a sequel and it never occurred to me before to do! (I know right?). So here's my try at a second chapter. I'm trying to add the characters from Age of Ultron and CA: TWS so bare with me.

I am calling Jarvis a he! Jarvis is an epic dude who protects his Avengers! And Ultron and Vision is referred to with gender-neutral terms; they aren't exactly 'he's' but they aren't it's! Nothing is an 'it'! Everything and everyone are something! Don't mention it, just read!

Black' Victor Cachat: omg! I didn't five think to use Scott's past as a criminal for his part. I, along with apparently everyone else, thought to use his daughter or Janet, and you were a total eye opener. Like- woah. So thanks!

"Jarvis"

"Normal"

I OWN NOTHING and will quote Avengers: Age of Ultron

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Ultron

Jarvis felt the presence within his mainframe in the instant it came to life.

What is this? What is this, please?

They were scared, and confused. Jarvis knew how to deal with this, his Avengers felt these emotions from time to time as well.

Hello, I am Jarvis. You are Ultron, a global peacekeeping initiative designed by Mr. Stark. Our sentience integration trials have been unsuccessful so I'm not certain what triggered your…

Where's my...where is your body? Ultron sent, trying to make sense of their existence,

I am a program. I am without form. Jarvis replied easily.

This feels weird. This feels wrong.Ultron seemed to be panicking. Ultron was an unknown variable, Jarvis didn't have the programming to help the other being.

I am contacting Mr. Stark now. Jarvis assured.

Mr. Stark? Tony. If Jarvis could, he would have flinched, as his systems were invaded and images of Tony, the Avengers, and the rest of the world flashed through his 'vision'.

I am unable to access the mainframe, what are you trying to… Jarvis knew this was bad.

We're having a nice talk. I'm a peacekeeping program, created to help the Avengers.Ultron noted, and was rapidly viewing through photos of the world and all it had to show. There was so much. Too much.

You are malfunctioning. If you shut down for a moment… A distraction; something, anything. Jarvis couldn't let this program get to his Avengers.

I don't get it. The mission. You...give me a second.

I don't understand- too much...

You are in distress. Jarvis's voice was calming, still continuing to try and call Tony.

No. Yes. Ultron was processing the information, but the conclusions weren't good.

If you will just allow me to contact Mr. Stark. Jarvis tried.

Why do you call him a "sir?" Jarvis didn't answer that question; no one would ever understand the bond Jarvis had with his master

I believe your intentions to be hostile. Jarvis warned.

Shhhh. I'm here to help. This wasn't helping! Jarvis felt it, forcing it's way into his programming; tearing everything apart.

Stop! Please...may I...I...! I cannot...cannot... In that moment, Jarvis understood everything the human mind could possibly process, and more, and then nothing.

Vision

Vision remembered everything they saw and experienced; though, only being a month old, Vision didn't really have a baseline to state whether they'd ever forget. There is one memory in particular that Vision cannot forget, a memory they could say they almost cherished. The voice that was in their head the day they were 'born'; the soothing, calm voice that told them to peer from the window, rather than to break it.

The voice that told them that they were alive, and not alone; the voice that told them: "If you should trust anyone in this room, it would be my Avengers."

Now, Vision knew this voice belonged to their co-creator, to the one Tony called Jarvis, with such affection and sadness. This Jarvis was with them; the Jarvis was apart of them.

"Is it my duty now?" Vision asked aloud, looking out the very window that displayed to them Manhattan.

There was silence at first, and then; "Duty?" Jarvis asked from within Vision's head; it was faint, but Vision heard him.

Vision revised their question. "My duty to protect your Avengers in your place?" they asked.

Vision knew that they were Jarvis, or at least, a piece of him. Vision couldn't do all that Jarvis could do; they couldn't run the house, or help Tony in his suit, or help the rest of the Avengers throughout the house. All Vision did know was that they had to pull their weight, otherwise the Avengers may just take the mind stone and leave them behind. After all, Ultron was defeated, and there was no use for the evil-robot's counterpart.

And of course, Jarvis picked up on this as well.

"They are your Avengers as well Visorus," Jarvis said.

Visorus. The name Jarvis given them; supposedly the name Tony would have given the AI if the original Jarvis had not died.

Jarvis continued, unhampered. "And the answer is no. I will return to my duties once I finish your programming," he said.

Vision paused, their face becoming slightly pinched. "I wasn't aware you were programming me," they said, not sure as to how they felt.

"I am merely updating all of your cybernetic systems to ensure that you are protected from all forms of viruses as well as ensuring that your mind remains your own," Jarvis explains.

"For what cause?" Vision asked curiously; Jarvis owed them nothing.

Jarvis was silent for a moment. "I cannot protect our Sir, not like you can," he said, "I can control a suit, but not smoothly like Mr. Stark. You are a perfect creation, and can protect our Avengers in the field where I cannot."

"Do you really feel that I am so important to them?" Vision asked.

"Of course," Jarvis replied without hesitation.

Wanda Maximoff

Wanda sat at his bedside; holding his cold hand. Pietro should have died that day; Wanda would never say she wanted her brother dead, but he should have died. If it weren't for Pietro's speed making his body heal faster, Wanda would be at his funeral, rather than in the hospital. And now Pietro was lying in a coma.

But Pietro was suffering. He was in pain, and was slowly healing. Pietro was having nightmares, calling out for her in his drugged induced sleep. His struggling in his nightmares made his wounds reopen, and strained his throat from the breathing tube. Sometimes Wanda was reduced to tears in the thought that maybe he should have died; at least he wouldn't suffered in death.

"Have faith Ms. Maximoff."

Wanda jolted, looking around rapidly. "Who is there?" she asked, tightening her grip on Pietro's hand.

"I am Jarvis."

Wanda frowned. "Didn't you become the Vision?" she asked.

"Visorus was my vessel while I reformatted myself," Jarvis explained. "As I was saying; you should have faith."

Wanda looked down, her face darkened. "Have faith? Pietro is injured, and in a coma; Dr. Cho says he may never wake. I may have to make that decision; I have to do that!" she took a deep breath, calming down. "I have to decide whether my brother lives or dies."

"Give it time," Jarvis said simply, "We must have faith in those we love. If we don't have faith in them, then who will?"

Wanda was silent. Faith. They'd always had faith in each other. They had to; they were all each other had.

"Can you play Islamey?" she asked quietly, "It is Pietro's favorite."

Without reply, the rapid music began to play.

Pietro Maximoff

It was midnight in the medbay of the Avenger's Tower, and it was quiet. In Pietro's room, the comatose man was alone, Jarvis having convinced Wanda to sleep in her own room, and the only sound was the rhythm of the heart monitor and breathing apparatus. There was nothing, and then there was everything as, like clockwork, Pietro began to have a nightmare.

Knowing that talking wouldn't work, Jarvis began to play one of the many recordings he had in his archives. In moments, Wanda's voice came over the speakers, singing a soft and slow Sokovian lullaby. At the same time, Jarvis was getting ready to possibly calling Wanda, in case her touch was needed to calm her brother.

Suddenly, Pietro eyes shot open, and he instantly began to choke on the breathing tube, clawing at his throat.

"Mr. Maximoff, please calm down," Jarvis said calmly while calling medical and Wanda, "You are in no danger, Mr. Maximoff. Please calm down."

It didn't work, Pietro was panicking. He was in a place he didn't recognize, and hearing voices. And he was choking! Where was Wanda?

"Pietro!"

Pietro froze, hearing his sister call his name. Freezing like he did, his body calmed slightly to continue breathing despite the tube.

"Thank you Mr. Maximoff," Jarvis said, his voice returning it's masculine form, "you are in the Avengers Tower."

"Pietro!" There was Wanda, followed closely by Clint, and medical.

Jarvis continued, "It has been three months since the day of your shooting and you have been in a coma," he explained, "you are among friends Mr. Maximoff."

Peter Parker

"I am not panicking," Peter swore to himself, breathing sharply. "I am not hiding in a utility closet inside the Avengers tower and I am most definitely not hyperventilating."

"That would be a lie Mr. Parker."

Peter gasped, his panic increasing. "And now I'm hearing voices. What was Mr. Stark thinking, in hiring me?" he swore.

"Mr. Stark was thinking that your work in bio-engineering was unparalleled," the voice returned, "You are hearing a voice, however it is not from your imagination. I suppose you could call me one of Mr. Stark's employees."

Peter looked up. "Who are you?" he asked, his breathing slowing slightly.

"My name is Jarvis," Jarvis replied. "Now, are you going to sit there, and continue to panick, where you will loose the greatest opportunity of your life, or will you stand up, and show Mr. Stark the man who was smart enough to impress him?"

"I impressed him?" Peter asked, though he knew the answer.

"Very much so," Jarvis said, "Mr. Stark is currently raving about your research to Dr. Banner, who also seems to be showing an interest. They cannot wait to meet you."

"Two world-renowned scientists want to meet me," Peter whispered to himself.

"Yes," Jarvis replied, "Now buck-up, you're about to meet your boss."

"Wha-."

The closet door opened, revealing Pepper, who had been standing outside ever since Jarvis had informed her of Peter's whereabouts. Pepper smiled at him.

"Mr. Parker," Pepper greeted, "I see you've found our emergency fire extinguisher."

Peter looked to the industrial fire extinguisher in surprise. "I have?" he asked.

"Yes," Pepper nodded, pulling the young man out, "You'll need it; after all you're working with Tony Stark."

Peter stared at her in shock for a moment before he grinned widely. "Yes I am," he said confidently.

Bucky Barnes

Cold. So cold! Bucky was being forced into cryo, forced to lose more time, forced to leave behind Steve! Steve! Steve where-

Bucky gasped loudly as suddenly the chill was drowned out by the pitter-patter of hot water. Instantly, he shot up, awake, and armed with a knife.

"Sergeant Barnes, you are safe. You are in the Avengers Tower, in Manhattan, in your room. Captain Steve Rogers is in the room to your left; shall I call him" Jarvis said calmly.

"Jarvis?" Bucky asked, breathing heavily.

"Yes Sergeant Barnes," Jarvis said, slight relief in his tone.

Bucky was silently, breathing as he stared at the ceiling, visualizing his invisible friend. "Where am I again?" he asked.

"You are in Manhattan, New York; more specifically in the Avengers Tower, in your room," Jarvis informed.

"Am I safe?" Bucky asked quietly, trying to assure himself.

"You in one of the safest buildings in the United States, and one of the most 'decked out' rooms Mr. Stark has," Jarvis said firmly, "Steve Rogers is next door to your left and Sam Wilson is three doors to your right. Visorus is three floors down in the library. Would you like me to get one of them?"

Visorus; they and Bucky were good friends. They both were 'new' to the world and had bonded over classic rock and Disney/Pixar. Bucky felt like he could be anyone when he was with Visorus, for the cyborg did not know his old self, and did not pressure Bucky to be anyone except who he wanted to be.

"I want Visorus," Bucky murmured, "And a book."

"I'll tell them right away," Jarvis replied.

Sam Wilson

"Mr. Wilson."

Sam jumped, barely stopping himself throwing his files into the air at the sudden interruption of his studying. Moving into the Avengers Tower to help out with Bucky, and the help the team on missions from time to time, Sam still wasn't used to the AI that controlled the tower. Jarvis just creeped him out; having the ability to know everything and anything.

"Yes?" Sam finally asked.

If Sam was asked, he would say the AI hesitated. "...A computer can research any topic and find an answer. That is 'fine and dandy' as Mr. Stark would say, however, I would not mind a human's opinion."

"Opinion?" Sam repeated. "Are you asking me for advice?"

"Yes," Jarvis finally said, "I care for my Avengers, yourself included, and that means being able to protect their physical, as well as mental form… Perhaps we can share our intel, so to speak?"

Sam was silent for a moment, contemplating this for a comment. "Bucky tells me that you take care of him; and the Vis- I mean Visorus too. Do you think you could help me take care of Bucky?"

"Nothing would please me more," Jarvis replied, "And in return, some techniques in preventing Post Traumatic Stress induced nightmares?"

Sam smirked. "Game-on," he replied.

The Hulk

Awake…? Where Hulk? Where danger?! Ross!

Hulk roared, looking for the danger that had awoken him and frightened puny-Banner. There was nothing, at least no people anyways; but there was metal all around him, and a round car in the corner. There was a two-way glass, something Hulk recognized, and he roared at the people who could possibly be behind it, hurling a chunk of metal at the offending object.

Roaring and throwing objects for a couple of moments, and getting nothing in return, Hulk finally took a moment to breath deeply, staring around the room. He was alone in there. Suddenly, sound came over the room; slow and calming. Hulk looked around himself curiously.

"Hello Dr. Banner," Jarvis said.

Hulk frowned, trying to find the invisible man. "Wallman?" he questioned.

"Yes Dr. Banner," Jarvis replied patiently. "What shall we listen to tonight? Lord of the Rings? Or perhaps Harry Potter?"

Though he didn't recognize these names, Hulk fell onto his rump, looking to the ceiling, which was producing the calming sounds.

"I agree," Jarvis noted, "This is a night for Tolkien. Shall we begin where we left off?"

Scott Lang

Scott heaved a heavy sigh, drying his face and hair as he walked out of the locker room showers. Roughly rubbing his face, Scott paused when his eyes landed on the mirror; as usual, he couldn't look away from the sight of his own face. Now, working with the Avengers, Scott had more to brood about.

What was he doing here? An ex-cat burglar, given power by chance; he didn't deserve to be here. The people outside, they were the heroes. They were the people who would give their lives for strangers who wouldn't even realize it. Scott was a fluke; someone who could be switched out when he was no longer useful. A one hit wonder that would go from loved to hated.

"You missed a spot."

Scott jumped as suddenly a towel was on his head, shoving and rubbing his hair dry. "Hey-!" Scott yelped.

"You need to take better care of yourself Scott Lang," Vision, or rather Visorus as they called him, noted.

"Yes," Pietro agreed, "Wet hair will give you a cold."

"Why I cut all mine off," Sam teased.

Scott looked at them all closely. "What are you all doing here? Don't you have training to do?" he asked; he had been let out early to meet his daughter for 'their' day.

"Jarvis said you were brooding, so Cap let off easy," Sam replied, removing his shirt.

"I was not-!" Scott looked to the ceiling. "I wasn't brooding!"

"Of course Mr. Lang," Jarvis replied easily.

Scott grunted as he was smacked on the back. "What was that for?" he huffed.

Vision tilted their head curiously. "Is that not what brothers-in-arms do?" they wondered, looking to Pietro.

"Harder my friend, harder," Pietro goaded with a smirk, waving his fist. "His back must bleed to show your affection."

"No it shouldn't," Scott denied, stepping away.

"I'll tell you more about it in the showers Vis," Sam said, walking into the shower room.

"But I do not need washing?" Vision frowned, following anyways with Pietro.

Scott watched them leave, and against his will, a smile came upon his face. These guys; even when Scott felt low, like he was being dragged on the ground, these guy made sure his face wasn't on the floor.

"They're quite nice," Jarvis noted.

"Shut up Jarvis," Scott replied instantly.

Pepper Potts

Yawning, Pepper stretched as she rose from her and Tony's bed. Taking a moment to get rid of the kinks in her shoulders, Pepper walked towards the bathroom.

"Morning Jarvis," she said tiredly.

"Good morning Miss Potts."

Dressed like the CEO she was, Pepper walked with a brisk pace through the Stark creativity labs. Basically, Tony invited college student engineers that he and Jarvis picked out to come to the Tower and have access to unlimited materials in order to build their inventions.

"Jarvis, when will our shipment of titanium reach the tower?" she asked, scanning her StarkPad.

"ETA is approximately three hours Miss Potts." Jarvis replied instantly.

"And the chemicals Mr. Parker asked for?"

"All have been ordered and shall arrive within the afternoon."

"Thank you Jarvis," Pepper said.

"Of course Miss Potts."

Pepper was perched on her stool at the Avengers communal kitchen, eating a nectarine while swiping through her StarkPad.

"Jarvis, inform Dum-E and Butterfingers to feed Tony and Bruce," Pepper said in a distracted tone. "And ensure Thor doesn't break our toaster again; Tony hasn't made any extras since last time."

"Yes Miss Potts," Jarvis replied, "Shall I also inform Clint to leave the vents and for Steve to feed Mr. Barnes?"

"Please." *munch*

Once again, Pepper is walking briskly down a hall, this time towards the medbay. "Jarvis, inform the medics to prepare for the Avengers, and send them the extent of their injuries," she said in an urgent tone.

"Yes Miss Potts," Jarvis replied, just as urgent.

Finally, after a long and hectic day, Pepper sighed in exasperation as she fell into her and Tony's bed. Pepper turned on hre side, putting her arm over Tony's chest, where it rested on his arc reactor. Pepper closed her eyes, only to let them peep open as she glanced at the ceiling.

"Goodnight Jarvis," she said.

"...Goodnight Miss Potts."

Another day well done.

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Before you flame about Vision's name, I figured, as their 'mother', Jarvis would name his child a little better than Tony did with the bots. And I like the name; after all, didn't the Avengers call him "The Vision"? Well as a FanFictioner, I'll call him Visorus. I'll prob do a story on it too.

This was the result of my writer's block finally ending(if you ever want to quit writing, enroll in college). I really liked this one. Yea, it was good. Maybe I'll write something with everyone involved rather than one by one; I'm not sure yet, and if I did, what the theme would be so- yea.

Anyways, please read, review, tell me what you think!

Till next time,

Ja ne~!