Phil feels both like a first class heel and an invasive jerk.
Falling back onto his father's ways of old-fashioned subterfuge and spy-work, he makes his way into Stark Tower as 'Phil' the flower delivery guy just looking to do his job and get home. Quickly gathering intel to know how to make his way up through security and hopefully to Jarvis, he approaches the front desk where a preoccupied, dark-haired woman sits behind the loudly lavish desk.
"Hi, sorry to bother you, I've gotta delivery for a… J. Edwin?" He smiled as blandly as he could, no one really noticed him usually, apart from his arm anyway.
"Uhmmm, yeah, no, you've got the wrong address. There's no Edwin here." She immediately disregarded him and went back to whatever she was doing with that iPod. He well and truly hoped this girl was just too low down in the chain of command to know Jarvis, he promised he wouldn't start to fall for someone who doesn't really exist, someone who would put everything in jeopardy.
"Jarvis, it's Jarvis Edwin. Are you sure? I just really need to deliver this or I don't get paid." He whined a little for the sympathetic double-check; she clicked some tiles on her keyboard and shot him a vaguely pained look.
"Look dude…" Shit… Then the phone rings, she grabs it, pops some bubble-gum and suddenly sits up straight. "Yeah, sure, um… Of course, no problem Tony." She almost seems pale as she hangs up and Phil wishes his dad had taught him to defend himself a little better because at least then he wouldn't have only brought a bunch of flowers to a high-class weapons maker's front door.
"So, shall I go on up?" He tries for a smirk but he assumes it comes out as a grimace, that's a more accurate gauge of how he feels anyway. She looks a little less worried but nods her head and resumes working without watching where he's heading; not even a direction to help him along. Elevators are his best guess. Here goes everything…
"Sir, please, don't…"
"Wow, you don't plead with me very often J, this guy must be special or whatever he supposedly has with him…"
"I don't even know who this is, it's obvious all he has is flowers, Sir. This does not involve you, there is no threat, please do not interfere." JARVIS begs his creator for the mercy he knows he can give, deep down. As soon as he heard a visitor mentioning his name and alias, he tries to find him through the cameras but there are… flowers in front of his face, he brought flowers? Who would this even be? Surely not…
"Why don't I give Darcy a call and let her know I really need those beautiful gardenias for the kitchen. Trust me buddy, no one is gonna get hurt." Tony smiles, his eyes flicker to the CCTV screen as he catches a glimpse of the guy, he knows J is going to hate him for this. As much as an AI can hate something, well, he is Tony's AI. Still, from what he's already read, this guy needs to know or needs to go. Or both.
Tony dials the front desk as Jarvis attempts to hide from his own creator. He sends the AI a weird look and before long the elevator for their floor dings, thanks to JARVIS' rerouting.
The doors glide open…
