AN: Thank you so much for the reviews. I'm glad you liked the last chapter and I hope this one is up to your expectations.


After that first visit Jarvis came more and more often. Coulson started to teach Jarvis in how you were supposed to take care of a baby after Jarvis mentioned his curiosity. It was funny as Jarvis knew things like when to feed Virreena and how much sleep she should get but he had trouble when it came to calming her down or how to keep her happy. In short, if it involved calculations and data he could do it but he still had trouble understanding human emotion though he seemed to be developing his own pretty well.

"But how do you know she is about to cry?" asked Jarvis in a confused voice.

"Well, if I've been ignoring her that's one indication," replied Coulson as he held the sleeping girl. "Or if she isn't feeling good she might cry which in that case I can tell either by if her cheeks are pinker or if she isn't eating or doesn't want to play as much."

"So if her normal routine or someone who is around her routine changes then that could indicate that she might cry?"

"Something like that," replied Coulson with a half smile. Jarvis still didn't quite get it but he was smart. Coulson knew he'd begin to understand human emotions as he got to interact with more people.

Coulson had also gotten to know Jarvis better. Even though he was absolutely brilliant at anything involving math or science, he loved history above all else which was interesting because Coulson also liked it. Sometimes all they would talk about was a historical event when Jarvis came. Other times, though, Jarvis would actually help Coulson out with whatever he was currently doing. Once Jarvis even fixed his computer when it wasn't acting right, he was great with computers no surprise there.

Then Jarvis began coming even when Virreena wasn't there. He would say he was bored even though they both knew that was a complete lie. In truth, Coulson thought that the AI might be lonely. It was just a hunch and he was probably completely wrong about it. Besides, he had so many friends, why would he be lonely?

Eventually, Coulson decided that he might as well be polite since they had been spending so much time together and asked Jarvis, "Do you want to go out for a drink?"

He had expected him to say no but was pleasantly surprised when he said yes. Coulson had already found out that Jarvis could eat and drink so he knew he wasn't being rude. However, Jarvis didn't have to wonder about things like stomachaches or getting hungry unlike most humans.

The place Coulson took him to was a place he frequently went to especially after a long days work. It was small and simple and it was one of those places you didn't have to worry about bar fights or anything. When they went in the bartender said, "Hey Phil."

"Hi Mike. How is business?" asked Coulson as he sat down in front of him and Jarvis sat down next to him. Odd hearing someone call him by his first name, thought Jarvis. I'm so use to him being referred to as simply Coulson.

"Good as always. You know, we don't see new faces very often. Who's your friend?" Mike asked in a gruff but not unfriendly voice. He was about as tall as Jarvis but with way more muscle and long gray hair that was tied back.

"Jarvis, he's a . . . work colleague. And a friend," Coulson added.

"Jarvis huh? Interesting name," replied Mike. "So, usual for you?"

Coulson nodded and then glanced at Jarvis. Jarvis paused for a moment until he finally asked, "What kind of bourbon do you have?"

"Ah, you like the strong stuff," said Mike with a chuckle. "How 'bout Bowman's?"

"That's fine," replied Jarvis. He had taste buds, thanks to Tony, but still had a little trouble differentiating things with similar flavors. For now, bourbon tasted like bourbon, didn't matter what brand.

Mike chatted with them for a while, moving to new customers when they walked in but always drifting back to them. Jarvis became so involved in one conversation they started that when the hand touched his shoulder he nearly jumped out of his skin.

"Sor . . . ry," slurred the girl. She looked to be in her forties and was obviously completely drunk. "Hey . . . you're kinda cut . . . cute."

It was obvious Jarvis didn't know what to do but thankfully he didn't have to. Coulson got up and said, "Jess, go get a cab." He guided her outside and came back in a few minutes later.

"Sorry about that," Coulson said to Jarvis. "Jess is a nice person but she doesn't really know when it's time to stop drinking."

"You got that right," muttered Mike who had just showed up again. "I swear she brings in most of the profit here."

Coulson chuckled and they soon got back into their conversation. After that little incident the rest of the night went smoothly.

As they walked back to Coulson's car, Jarvis asked, "Why would you drink that much? It must be unpleasant for her in the morning."

"I'm sure it is," Coulson replied. "Everybody has something that troubles them above all else and some find it easiest to drown those troubles in alcohol."

"There are just some things that I will never understand when it comes to humans and emotions," Jarvis muttered as he got into the passenger's side.

"Speaking of emotions I'm shocked that you were so easily surprised in there."

"I wasn't surprised," said Jarvis. "I was merely . . . put off."

"So you were surprised," Coulson replied with a half smile. He glanced over at Jarvis who was now sporting probably his first 'pouty' face. Coulson laughed, not a chuckle but a full on laugh, as Jarvis shook his head but couldn't help but crack a smile himself.