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 hard into his chest. “He’ll be okay, won’t he? Even if he doesn’t forgive me.”
Jarvis took half a step back, startled at the sudden hug. Okay. Definitely new. That was new. It took a moment before he returned the embrace, loosely and as if he wasn’t entirely sure he was supposed to. “I…believe so, yes. Mr. Stark has made it through worse. But I find it hard to imagine him not forgiving you. You’ve become something of a permanent fixture in the tower.”
His uncertainty hummed in her bones, under his comforting words. Summer sighed, and let him go. “Relax, Jarvis. Remember what I am. I won’t do anything you don’t want.” She pressed her lips together. “I’ll — why don’t you escort me upstairs, as usual,” she threw a quirk of a smile upward, “and we’ll see what Tony has to say to me. After that, I think — let me take you out to see the world the way we see it, Jarvis. Please.”