iamthefirechild said: Summer jerked, looking around and then actually looking at him. It /sounded/ like Jarvis, but … her mouth fell open. “Look at you!” she exclaimed. “Jarvis! /Look/ at you! Oh my god! But you’re so … wow.” She shook her head, and repeated, “/Wow/.”
Jarvis offered her a look that was equal parts sheepish and pleased, ducking his head slightly. “A magic anon,” he explained after a moment. “I’m…not entirely certain what to do with myself like this.” ‘Perplexed.’ That was a new one.
“You are gorgeous, Jarvis!” She circled him, looking up and down, vastly admiring. Gravely, but not concealing the twinkle in her eyes, Summer added, “The universe really shouldn’t answer my idle wishes like this; it’s not right. I’m supposed to be in trouble here, not being rewarded.” Completing her circuit, she nodded, firmly. “I can think of many things to do with you like this.”
Jarvis turned faintly pink as Summer circled him, and he folded his arms over his chest and settled a slightly indignant look on her. “I’m quite certain that’s not entirely appropriate, Miss Summer,” he replied, confusedly entertained and mildly scandalized.
“Why, Jarvis! What in the world are you thinking? /I/ was thinking of feeding you; you’re bone-thin and the experience will be good for you.” A wicked grin lit her face. “Now, if you’d /like/ some not entirely appropriate experiences, I’d be happy to provide.” Summer bit her lip, fluttering her eyelashes at Jarvis. “Am I allowed upstairs, or did you text me just so I would come admire your lovely human self?”
Jarvis rolled his eyes. “How could I have ever come to such a conclusion?” he wondered dryly. He paused, and that was certainly a strange experience. He’d never had to gather his thoughts before (did computers even have thoughts?). “I’m not certain if Mr. Stark wants company at the moment. I texted you to alert you to his arrival, as I told you I would. You showed up of your own accord, as you tend to.”
Some of the light went out of her face, and her shoulders went up. “I … thought I’d offer him a chance to shout at me. Or whatever he likes. It can’t be any worse than what I’ve said to myself the last few days.” The loss of animation in her face allowed Jarvis to see the dark circles under her eyes, vestiges of three near-sleepless nights. “But if you say not … I’ll just.” Summer didn’t finish the sentence. Impulsively, she hugged Jarvis, ducking her head heard into his chest. “He’ll be okay, won’t he? Even if he doesn’t forgive me.”