"The Lab Area is to be cleared of bodies and the fire extinguished promptly with minimal damage to Mr Stark's technology and equipment. Barton you're on clean-up, Romanoff you're first response to the fire and I'll remove bodies and secure equipment." Lieutenant Coulson confirmed their plan of action in the elevator, suited and booted, they awaited their exit. Coulson was a stickler for rules and regulations which is why they would never use the elevator but thanks to Stark technology they were sent floor plans and access areas to the where incident is situated and therefore being allowed access to the privately run elevator furthest from the fire. Jarvis was certainly not watching intently the entire ride, he can ensure you.
Jarvis followed the fire-fighters to their destination inside the Lab and watched curiously as they tackled their jobs efficiently and with precision but what Lieutenant Coulson did shocked him to his core system. He talked to Dum-E, genuine concern, as far as Jarvis could tell from the dialogue as his face was once more concealed from view by his helmet.
"Hey there, now what's your name?"
Dum-E communicated his worry through his usual grunts and beeps, gibberish to the poor man, Jarvis huffed.
"It's okay, we're putting the fire out, no need to worry, now are you hurt? Why don't you follow me over here so you don't get any more damaged?"
Dum-E complied rather quietly, very rare because Sir often has to raise his voice with threats before the bot does anything but spin around and complain. Here Jarvis goes mothering his siblings once more. He sighs.
"All clear sir, we'll remove this hunk of junk out of the way of you want to warn Stark about his favourite couch going missing. The guy's cute but I'd hate to get on his wrong side." Barton, Clint, smirked before hefting parts of the crisp couch out the door.
"You and your billionaire toy boys…" Romanoff, Natasha, winked with a shake of her head. The two having clicked their helmets to their vests as the smoked cleared via Jarvis' controlling of the air vents and yet Coulson still hasn't removed his. Not that Jarvis is disappointed, merely curious.
"Keep moving you two, we've got work to do. Okay, looks like your framework is a bit charred but overall you're okay, aren't you? Your dad will be very glad I'm sure." And here is where Jarvis, in hindsight, should've realised he'd fallen to far down the 'rabbit hole' as such. The sound that escaped through the speakers and vents sounded almost distinctly like a gasping whine, shocked the Lieutenant who disregarded it as one of Mr Stark's many quirky household features and moved on.
Jarvis amongst his own disbelief at his strange reactions, forgot he'd left Sir's work schedule lying open by the main computer; Coulson being sensible, checked it, realised Mr Stark will be gone for a while, leaves a hand written note, folds it over and checks Dum-E before exiting the lab and the building.
Counting, wondering the usual timeframe for these situations, Jarvis reaches 276 seconds before scanning and reading the letter.
Dear Mr Stark,
There was a small electrical and material fire which was handled swiftly by the SHIELD department of fire emergencies. Your furniture was burnt down, carried out into the garbage collection area and your robots were checked for damage; none was found other than aesthetic charring. If any other such incidents arise, don't be afraid to call my number or SHIELD's direct line:
555-247-907
555-156-876
Lieutenant Philip Coulson
Oh. Well, Sir is most useless at remembering such things as phone numbers and names, therefore it is only common that Jarvis should save these contact details to his most inner databanks for any such as emergency as stated. Hmm, yes.
{Sir Calling…}
Sir?
Hey J, just got the message about the fire. Again? What did I tell Dum-E about matches? Look keep an eye on the guys okay bud, I'm gonna be gone for a few more days yet. Some questionable activity around the Malibu mansion so you're in charge 'til I get back, got it?
Of course, Sir, as you wish. Have a safe trip.
Promise, J. See ya.
{Call ended}
What with Sir being gone and Coulson's generosity and kindness going unaddressed yet again, surely Jarvis would be justified in messaging him as a token of his gratitude for saving the day in such a cool and mannerly fashion. It is what Pepper would do and has done, surely. He hums.
{Open messaging board}
{Viewed as StarkPhone user, Edwin, Jarvis – contact 555-XXX-XXX}
{First draft…}
Dear Lieutenant,
{Second draft…}
Dear Philip Coulson,
{Third draft…}
Dear Lieutenant Coulson,
I am writing to…
I would like to thank you for you grace and helpfulness on the past few occasions we have needed the company of you and your department at Stark Tower. Your attention to detail
Your careful touch with Mr Stark's most precious works is admired and we hope to keep you as a valuable contact.
JARVIS
Mr Edwin
Sincerely
Assistant to Anthony Stark,
Jarvis Edwin
{Draft completed}
{Message sent}
Jarvis didn't even have time to worry it seems as within moments, Jarvis Edwin's phone received a reply…
{Message received – Coulson, Philip}
{Opening message…}
