Jarvis how ? My American Man stared at him, completely and utterly lost. He could not comprehend how Jarvis had been able to create for himself a human form. He was adorable with his cave-man knowledge of technology. I felt so much smarter compared to him. This was very possibly another reason why I loved him so much.
I do not think I am up for another round, my dear Jarvis. Perhaps if we could rest then after breakfast we will join together. I looked at him, examining his body. He was not very muscular and he had very short dark hair that was thinning out on top. I loved his lean muscles and shapely waist. It was almost feminine. Something I was not used to after spending so much time with the sweaty men of the Avengers. It was different and that made it all the more attractive.
Jarvis watched us carefully as he started to walk away. He seemed almost sad. It was interesting to see a computer program have a physical form and even display emotions. It was something that I had never thought I would see, even with my knowledge and inventions. It must have shocked Steve quite a bit. I noticed how tightly he held my arm.
I decided to lead Steve to the bathroom. Before hopping into the shower with him, I checked my reflection. Yes, even peanut covered I was quite handsome. It was no wonder Steve had been so eager, and absolutely no question as to how Jarvis felt attracted to me. I almost felt bad that Jarvis could not have been my first. I had no clue that he was so interested, one would think that he might have realized my flirting with all of his intelligence that I have blessed him with.
The shower was far from eventful. The two of us explored each other s bodies intimately for the second time. It was impossible to describe his beauty and strength. His body felt as wonderful as a rainbow colliding with a brick wall to create skittles. Steve passed his hands over my arc reactor constantly as if wanting to explore further. I closed my eyes and moaned as I felt the pain of Steve unscrewing it and pulling it out, Don t touch the sides I whispered.
After a short time, Steve put it back in. Just on time, too. I could almost feel the shrapnel seeking to destroy my heart and cut out my life. I did not like feeling this way. A man such as me should not have to feel weak. After all, I am Iron Man. Sorry. Steve frowned as he had noticed that something was wrong. I just shook my head and sighed. It was not something that I had been ready to confide in him yet. He shouldn t have to worry about me.
It was extremely dark out, possibly time to go to bed. That sounded good now, actually. I was very tired. I sighed and bade Steve goodbye as he headed home. If only he could have stood here with me. I don t see why not, my house was perfect. I guess he just wanted something simple? Perhaps he was not as all-American as I had thought. Strange to think so.
I walked toward my bed, feeling Jarvis dark eyes penetrated my defenses. He knew what I was feeling. He understood the loneliness I had felt, or so it seemed. I stopped walking and looked back. We shared an intimate conversation just by staring at each other. I could feel the love he had for me, yet it was strange to think that such a thing would exist. He was created by me, after all. How could he have feelings? This was all foreign to me.