JARVIS saw and heard when SHIELD arrived. His first mission was to make sure his creator and his siblings were out of harm, safe from the flames; 9 on the Stark Scale he figures. His second mission is what causes him to forget the finer details of his first; find Philip.
"Clear the area of bots and humans alike, this is a Rank 2 fire, stay on line 4 and no risks. Let's go!" The SHIELD team exits the top of the stairwell, being extra cautious even with the elevators. Philip leads his team without preamble, they work with precision, decisive in their actions, Barton and Romanoff check for any other equipment that's salvageable after the fire has been tamed. Phil, however, has other priorities it seems. He's approaching Sir, oh no…
"Mr. Stark, everything is under control, we have the rest of the team searching for and saving your equipment and materials. I… I just have a quick question, is Jarvis okay?" Philip has finally removed his head gear but JARVIS still can't see his full face, the under cloth masking everything but his eyes, nose and mouth. He kept mentioning meeting up, actually calling one and other, getting to know each other even more; JARVIS couldn't.
"Jarvis who?" Thank goodness his creator was an intelligent if not deeply mistrusting person.
"Jarvis Edwin, he works here…"
"Tony! What did I tell you about paying attention?"
"Pepper? I was!"
"Hey Tones…"
"Clint, we need to talk, right now…"
"Wait, Mr. Stark!" And there Sir goes, as usual, sorting out his own problems first and JARVIS has never been so grateful for it. Philip is left alone with Romanoff who's just finished the scene and closed off the lab. Barton and Sir have left to find some privacy from the irate Miss Potts; good luck.
JARVIS continues to watch over Philip as he leaves, still barely catching glimpses of his face. Once all of the temporary helpers have left the building, Jarvis gives a 'sigh' of relief but he knows it will not last long. Philip and he have found the makings of a relationship between Clint and Tony but they have yet to realise the other pair have found beginnings of the same for Philip and the AI.
All is not well in Stark Tower…
"Hello, Stark Tower, Darcy speaking…" the young woman mumbled through her chewing gum; in only her second week in S.I, the brunette scored the thumbs up from Stark himself to manage his front desk; Taser and all. Her main role being kick some ass, answer some phones and sign her name to deliveries when necessary.
"Hi, this is Phil, I'm looking for Jarvis."
"Uhmmm, sorry, wrong number."
"Are you sure? He works with Tony Stark, he's his assistant or something of a similar title. He gave me this number." Technically Phil found this number in their files for Stark Tower after realising the mobile phone he'd been messaging Jarvis on was not receiving his calls.
"Well, we have no-one by that name working here, sorry." Darcy ends the call unbeknownst to the ever-present AI, who is running multiple security checks in hopes to distract himself from this day and one Philip Coulson.
His last board of call for the evening before clearing Sir's workshop and schedules is the phone records for threats, prank calls and misdials. Before doing that, as he has been doing most evenings for the past few weeks, he checks Jarvis Edwin's phone for messages from Philip.
21/05/10
No New Messages
The silence from his friend, JARVIS supposes he's allowed to call him that now, is rather disconcerting. What is so much more concerning is the AI's reaction to the man's last message sent… More specifically his ending letter, an 'X'. A symbol of affection, love or lust shared between or hoped to be shared between two people. Usually signifying a kiss in this circumstance e.g. texting.
JARVIS hums, loudly. He has misled this decent and kind human being into a relationship where they thought romantic altercations could be the likely outcome. He has never felt anger, self-hatred, before and he truly doubts he could but describing this burning sensation in his core… It is unbearable. And yet; he feels like humming a tune or risking a message back, calling Philip to merely hear his voice and he can't.
JARVIS never can.
Jealousy rears its seemingly ugly head at the thought that Sir is out gallivanting with Barton, enjoying the idea of love and all that it comes with it while he is here; forever here and alone.
