A/N: I'm really quite surprised so many people actually like this story. But I'm really loving it at the same time too. Thank you for all the reviews so far. And by the way this chapter is written in Jared's POV.. enjoy..
Sometimes he really hated Jarvis. The AI always seemed to be right and even as much as he tried to think over his problems properly, the AI always had the best solution. He glared mercilessly at the ceiling as if hoping the AI would feel guilty or something. He grunted when the AI did nothing but reply him with endless silence.
"You're really annoying," he said suddenly to the roof as he entered his room.
"Are you talking to me, Jared?" the AI responded in a tone that was totally indifferent.
"Yes," he replied, pouting his lip a little as he folded his arms across his chest. "I said you're annoying."
"I am terribly sorry you feel that way, young Mr Stark," Jarvis replied coolly.
He waited for a response but was once again left in silence. He grunted again and shot a disheartening glare to the ceiling. "Aren't you going to say that you're not annoying?"
"I'm afraid I cannot, Jared. Your father has reminded me of how annoying I am for many years now."
"Well, he's right."
"Would that be all young Mr Stark?" Jarvis asked his tone indifferent.
The AI was really making him angry now. He shot another glare to the ceiling before haphazardly burying himself under the blankets. He remained buried under the blankets for a good minute or two before he simply couldn't take it anymore. He pulled himself from under the blankets, untangling his legs and stood with hair slightly messed and clothes a bit swayed to the side.
"Okay, fine," he sighed, "You're not annoying anymore."
"I'm not sure how to respond, young Mr Stark," the AI replied.
He pointed his gaze to the floor and mumbled, "Well I said you're not annoying anymore so talk to me."
"What would you like to talk about, Jared?" the AI asked politely.
"About why you you're annoying," he replied angrily.
"I don't think I'm programmed to be annoying," Jarvis said simply. "I'm programmed to offer assistance, whether you chose to like or dislike what I say is entirely up to you."
"Yeah well-"
"Jared!" he heard his father's shrill shout emerging into his room. He winced as his eyes flew to the door.
His father stood there looking quite frustrated and pointed.
"Stop arguing with Jarvis," his father grumbled. "I really need his help at the moment and he can't help me if the both of you keep arguing."
"But daddy-"
"Sir, I was not-"
"No buts from either of you," his father said pointedly, glancing between him and the roof, "Jarvis is always right because he's a computer-"
"-and he's not like us, he doesn't make mistakes, I remember..." he mumbled.
"Well," his father sighed.
"But it's not fair," he muttered with a defeated sigh.
"He's built on logic, Jared," his father explained simply. "You can't argue with logic."
He stared questionably at his father.
"Sir, I don't think the word 'logic' is in young Mr Stark's vocabulary..."
"Hmm...A little help, Jarvis..."
"According to the words reason, argument or common sense suffices for the word 'logic'."
"Oh that's just helpful..."
"Science of reasoning?"
"What?"
"Propositions have been made to suggest that the science of reasoning-"
"You're really not helping," his father muttered angrily.
"You could always request assistance from Mrs Stark, she-"
"No, she hates it when I call her for miniscule things when she's at work."
"Daddy-"
"What is going on here?" he paused when he heard his mother's questioning voice.
"You're home?" his father asked, that familiar grin appearing on his father's lips.
"Sir, I was trying to let you know that Mrs Stark just got home."
"Jarvis, mute," his father muttered with an irritated tone.
"Is there something I missed?" she asked, her brow a little raised as she held her bag at her side.
He offered his mother a glimmering smile before his father explained, "Jared was arguing with Jarvis and I told him Jarvis is always right because he's programmed to be right."
"Oh..."
"But daddy used the word 'logic' and I don't know what that means," he said softly.
"Aren't there other words for the word logic?"
"I already had Jarvis look up a few words, he said to explain to Jared the science of reasoning," his father chimed in swiftly.
"That won't help."
"I know."
"Well," he watched as his mother turned to him, "Jared, logic is like how certain things just are."
"Like one plus one is two?" he asked.
She nodded and smiled. "You could look at it that way."
"Oh...so Jarvis is always right because he is programmed to know all the right things?"
"In a very complex way, yeah," she nodded again and brushed her fingers through his hair.
He smiled at his mother, understanding her completely.
He glanced to his father who glared mildly toward his mother. His father glanced briefly to the ceiling before adding, "Jarvis is just annoying because he can't help himself."
"Tony..." his mother muttered disapprovingly.
"He is, and you know it," his father murmured as he pressed a kiss to her frowning lips.
He cringed and turned away. He really hated when his mother and father kissed. They're faces always got so mushy and soft and lovey-dovey.