JARVIS finds it in his programming somewhere that it would be a great idea to send a gift basket and electronic thank you card to the FDNY. A thank you with a hidden agenda of sorts, a Trojan horse. Without Tony knowing that is; his creator would hardly notice his name signed on one of many hundreds of gratuitous gifts.

JARVIS can hear Dum-E beeping at him, or at Butterfingers, or at something. His brother creation is quite like a toddler; especially when it comes to communication. He ignores it in his scheme to access the FDNY database to find the kind Lieutenant who cared for his carer.

{Email sent}

{Email opened}

{Spyware and security deactivated – waiting…]

{Files loading…}

{Databases downloaded}

{Hack completed}

{Email received}

{Opening…}

Dear Mr. Stark,

Thank you for both your email and the gift basket. My team were merely doing their jobs. It's good to hear positive feedback, the SHIELD team are one of our best. Try not to burn down Stark Industries entirely.

With regards,

Capt. Nicholas M. Fury

JARVIS scanned the email from the Captain of the FDNY carefully, no bugs nor hidden attack software like in the one he'd sent. SHIELD… the team the FDNY use for high profile emergencies and large scale accidents; JARVIS scanned through the files he'd downloaded from the FDNY server that opened his previous email.

He looked further; Lieutenants… May. M, Hill. M, Coulson. P.

He hummed as he cracked the security on each file as though he were merely 'stealing candy from a baby' as they say. May and Hill were both female Lieutenants, so that left Coulson. Philip James Coulson, thirty seven years old, top scores across the board, deft leader, trusted, virtually clean disciplinary record, full paramedic training, double sealed medical records; privacy is a treasure, Jarvis stopped himself from intruding too far but the last file really intrigued him…

[REDACTED] COULSON

TOP SECURITY

LEVEL 7

{Determining command…}

{Command determined - Opening…}

{Error}

{Access Denied}

{Reacquiring access…}

{Error}

{Access Denied}

{Password needed}

{Incompatible file}

{Error Error Error Error Error…}

While JARVIS is in awe of both this man and his secrets, he fails to notice Dum-E somehow managing to set fire to Tony's favourite couch in his lab… with a blender? Thankfully, the fire alarm systems work as they should, notifying both JARVIS and the FDNY. Namely SHIELD… Quite likely, Coulson.

Jarvis hummed shakily, the vents squeaked. He was… nervous? He has never encountered this feeling before; frustration, yes; fear, yes; anger, yes; happiness, yes; relief, yes. Never nerve as with an intelligence like JARVIS, you could predict any outcome, know almost every solution, there is no fear of the known so why should he feel nervous? The couch fire was a Stark Rating of 2 in his records, the highest so far being a 17, just barely worthy of SHIELD's time yet he felt scared?

And of course this had to be the one afternoon Sir decides to actually listen to Miss Potts and run his own company; or at least try to. Board meetings, development research and experimental projects are all on the cards for this evenings briefings therefore there will be no one here to greet the fire department other than JARVIS or Dum-E themselves and JARVIS certainly felt he had done enough interfering for one day; never mind Dum-E.

The vents creaked, Dum-E whirred and Jarvis granted access to Coulson's team… nervously.