Chapter 5- friend through it all

British butlers are the best

Tony woke up with a start as the limo came to a stop. His droopy eyes glanced out the window and saw Jarvis standing in the doorway of the stark Mansion. Jumping out of the Stark limo he ran to him as fast as his skinny legs could, almost tripping on his oversized jacket along the way.

Colliding into the old man, his arm flung around his waist, and his face stuffed into the small gut. A waft of peppermint brought a sense of home and safety, that's been missing for the whole week.

"I missed you too, young master." Jarvis spoke with his familiar British accent and welcoming arms encircling him into a hug.

Tony gently pushed away from his butler to see him smiling down at him "We should probably get the luggage before your parents see us." He gave a wink as they started to walk towards the car.

As they got near the trunk Tony's parents slid past them giving dirty looks to each other. Once the older Starks disappear within the Malibu mansion five maids came out and help taking the luggage in the big house. Jarvis handed the bags one by one to the maids till there was only one left. His old wrinkled hand took the handle of the surprisingly light red and gold case out, and slammed the trunk down to turned to the little stark.

Smiling warmly, Jarvis took the boy's tiny hand that was hiding inside his sleeve. He expected a nice pleasant walk to the young master's room with no trouble, but of course neither of them were that lucky. A small tug in the direction they were heading lead to Tony yanking his hand out of the butler's grip with a pathetic whimper. Worry overtaking him, he very gently took the thin arm and unrolled his sleeve. The further he unrolled, the more he could see the badly bruised skin peeking through the holes of the badly wrapped gauze. His old, blue eyes flared with furry when he saw all of this.

"Jarvis, its fine, just like all the other times. It's nothing new. And it's not as bad as it looks; the gauze just makes it seem worse than it is." Tony spoke quickly, trying to calm the older man. He had such a painfully fake smile but it did calm the butler enough to think straight.

"Well then, I guess we should clean you up." With a kind and gentle smile he picked Tony up and carried both him and his luggage to the child's bedroom. Walking past Howard's office they ignored the screams and curses that filled half of the mansion.

Once at Tony's bedroom door Jarvis set down the suit case to grasp the handle the golden door knob and open the pearl white door. As the door open it revealed a new world of captain America stuff.

Jarvis just shook his head as he picked the red and gold case off the ground and set it beside the bed. He plopped little Tony onto the captain America bed sheets

'Congratulations Howard, you really drilled Steve into his mind' he thought as he remembered every time the older stark would tell his son how much of a hero and better he was.

The old caretaker stepped into the sparkly tiled bathroom on his mission to get the medical supplies. He opened the wooden cabinet to check for pills and other supplies needed. Estimating how much pain Tony was in and how bad it looked he gathered the pills with the right potency and enough gauze.

He set everything needed in a basket along with a cup of water and set them next to Tony. The said boy was waiting calmly on his bed waiting for Jarvis to hand him water and pills. In one loud gulp he swallowed half of the water with nasty pink pills. He let out a big huff once the pills where down, Tony smile up at his butler's old, welcoming eyes as he wrapped Tony's bruised wrists.

"So, did anything exciting happen while you were away, besides..." He trailed off while adding another layer of the white fabric. A certain innocent, animated sparkle that the older man hasn't seen in a while reflected in the boy's eyes as they widen.

"Yeah! During the party I met Bruce, the Wayne's son, and he was actually interesting. We jumped in his pool, in the middle of the party and I thought he would get furious or at least angry with me like everyone else. But, you know what he did instead? He gave me his phone number and asked me- Jarvis, he asked me to be his friend. And sincerely too. He asked to be my friend, sincerely." The excitement in the beginning of his speech ended in whispered amazement near the end. His eyes were starting to unfocus as he thought back to everything that happened the past week. A small smile spread itself across the old man's wrinkly face and crinkled his eyes as the little boy rambled about his new friend.

"That's wonderful, young master. He seems like an exquisite friend. I hope I get to meet him sometime."

"I hope so too! I bet he would love you! And also his caretaker. He's a Brit and all prim and proper like you. I bet you would make great friends." Jarvis rolled his eyes and gave a slight huffy chuckle as Tony was caught in a fit of childish giggles imagining Jarvis and Alfred having tea together.

"I'll be sure to give him a call sometime and make an arrangement." As he added the finishing touches on the dressing he noticed Tony's droopy eyes and contained yawns. Against his old age Jarvis stood up from his crouching position and ignored the popping and pain of his joints. Quickly cracking his back he pushed the tired child back into bed disregarding all of his protests. Tony finally gave up one he was snuggling into his warm sheets, but still wasn't ready for sleep to overtake him. He had one more thing to do.

"Jarvis, can you get my phone from my suit case, please?"

"Of course." His British accent added some warmth to the short statement as he went searching. He found it in the place he knew it would be: the secret pocket and gave it back to the impatience boy.

"Thanks, J." He plucked the phone right out of the aged hand and began typing. He walked out the room listening to the buzzing of a new message, the typing of one being created, and the stifle of giggles.

As soon as he shut the door, the room erupted in giggles and laughter. He shook his head, his grey hair swaying and bouncing along his movements. A fond smile was etched onto his face as he walked away.

After strolling a while, he came across the family phone. Curious about whom this Bruce and mysterious butler are, he scanned through the stack of business card until he found the Wayne's. He quickly plucked the cards from the hundreds of others and pulled the phone to his left ear. He listened to beeps as he pushed each number till there was the ringing of a phone. Patiently listening to the phone ring someone finally picked up.

"Hello, this is the Wayne residents, Alfred Pennyworth speaking. May I ask who this is?" A British accent came through the phone.

"Hello, this is Edwin Jarvis, calling from the Stark household-"

"Oh, Edwin, you must be calling about Master Bruce. He has certainly told me a lot about you two from all the time they've been texting each other. Actually I was just about to call you sometime, but it seems as though you have beaten me to it." Jarvis could picture the warm smile that belonged with his voice, much like when the Stark butler, himself talks.

"Indeed, I was just going to ask questions. I hope that you don't mind?"

"Not at all, actually I was just about to do the very same."

They started out asking a lot of questions then about their history, which turned into old embarrassing stories they laughed at and would probably cause both boys to blush immensely. There would even be little interruptions here and there of personal tips and comments that could help the other. They were both so lost in their mind they completely missed the time fly by, and were surprised by it when they finally glanced at the clock.

"Well, I must take my leave but it was an absolute pleasure to have made your acquaintance."

"It was also a great delight to make yours to. I also hope we can plan out a time and place that we could let the boys dally."

"That'll be perfect, thank you." Finishing their goodbyes and hanging up, Jarvis gracefully landed on the expensive plush couch.

'You finally found someone you deserve… let's just hope he stays like that.'

AN Notes

Yay! I finished! I've had this written chapter done but I could not get myself to type it *^* but I finally did it ANND it was under a month, I don't know about you but I call that a win. I love you all that are still reading this and following along even though I'm taking so long (yeah, sorry about that *awkwardly rubs back of neck* I'll try to do this chapter faster.) please comment and tell me what you think. I do read all comments and squeal and cry at the beauty of all your words and love. thanks again w