“Ugh, god, Jarvis, lights. My head is killing me.” The lights dimmed, and Tony shifted somewhat from where he was hidden behind the bar on the ground.
-Sir—-
“Quietly, J—” He coughed harshly into his elbow for a long moment. “Keep it quiet, Jarvis.”
-Bad day, sir?-
“Heh. Very astute.”
“Tony, I’m b — Tony?” Summer stopped inside the door and blinked. “I thought he was here …” she muttered.
-Good evening, Miss Summer. Mr. Stark is at the bar.- Jarvis was far quieter than usual.
Tony flailed one hand at the nearest camera to flip the AI off. After all, when did he ever want anyone to see him like this?
“Should take that thing out,” she commented, going down the steps. “It’s just a reminder.” Circling the end of the bar, she knelt beside Tony. “What’s wrong, darlin’?”