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Her gaze was wide and blank, unfocussing. “My grandfather is dead.” Even less tone marked these words, as if she barely knew what she was saying. Then she blinked, once, and tears slid down her cheeks. Summer’s face worked, and mechanically she shoved the phone back into her pocket before both hands came to cover her face and she made a horrid half-muffled wail. Her shoulders shook with the effort of smothering gasping, strangled sobs, mingled with more of those aching cries.

Jarvis was hugging her again before he could fully process it, though only for a moment.  One hand on her shoulder, he gave her a few quiet moments to gather herself, before gently asking her, “Would you like some privacy, or shall I bring you to Mr. Stark?”  Mr. Stark’s office was empty for the moment, and would likely remain so for the rest of the day.  He didn’t see any harm in letting her borrow it if she needed to.

“I don’t know,” was all she could manage. “I don’t — I can’t — ” Another wail struggled out of her throat. This wasn’t like when she was crying after fighting with Dummy; this was infinitely more painful, tearing anguish that rocked her whole body. “It’s already so awful for him, I can’t — I should just — ” She wanted Tony, desperately, and struggled with the part of herself that didn’t want to add to his burden. “Please?” she whimpered finally.

In the end, the choice was taken out of their hands.  Tony peered around the corner, wondering what was going on.  “Jarvis, what—”  He broke off mid-sentence, startled into silence, before he managed, “Jarvis, what happened?”

Relieved at Mr. Stark’s arrival, Jarvis walked over to quietly inform him, “She was on her way to see you, and got a phone call that her grandfather passed.  I don’t…quite know how to handle this, sir.”

“Just…let me.”  Tony stepped around Jarvis and pulled Summer close, one arm around her to guide her to the nearest couch.  Anger or annoyance became temporarily irrelevant.

Someone’s arm, familiar and warm, went around Summer’s shoulder, pulling her along. Someone pushed her gently into a couch, and she leaned gratefully into the person, stunned with the sheer weight of grief that had come down on her. “Nonononono …” she moaned under her breath, tucking herself deeper into the warm shoulder. But the first rush of grief exhausted itself not too long after, and she pushed herself upright again, rubbing at her eyes, to notice that it was Tony’s shoulder she’d been crying into. “‘m sorry,” she muttered.

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Her gaze was wide and blank, unfocussing. “My grandfather is dead.” Even less tone marked these words, as if she barely knew what she was saying. Then she blinked, once, and tears slid down her cheeks. Summer’s face worked, and mechanically she shoved the phone back into her pocket before both hands came to cover her face and she made a horrid half-muffled wail. Her shoulders shook with the effort of smothering gasping, strangled sobs, mingled with more of those aching cries.

Jarvis was hugging her again before he could fully process it, though only for a moment.  One hand on her shoulder, he gave her a few quiet moments to gather herself, before gently asking her, “Would you like some privacy, or shall I bring you to Mr. Stark?”  Mr. Stark’s office was empty for the moment, and would likely remain so for the rest of the day.  He didn’t see any harm in letting her borrow it if she needed to.

“I don’t know,” was all she could manage. “I don’t — I can’t — ” Another wail struggled out of her throat. This wasn’t like when she was crying after fighting with Dummy; this was infinitely more painful, tearing anguish that rocked her whole body. “It’s already so awful for him, I can’t — I should just — ” She wanted Tony, desperately, and struggled with the part of herself that didn’t want to add to his burden. “Please?” she whimpered finally.

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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.”

“It is not your intentions that concern me,” Jarvis replied, folding his arms over his chest, “but I’ve never hugged anyone or been hugged before.  It’s…strange.”  It was also strange having to find the words to say something, rather than simply saying what he needed to say without needing to organize it first.  He gestured for her to follow him towards the elevator.  “I won’t object to that.  So far the most I’ve seen was on the car ride from the airport.”

Her phone rang as they were emerging from the elevator. Checking the caller id, she said, “Oh, it’s dad, I have to take this. I’ll catch up, go on.”

Summer put the phone up to her ear and said hello. Then she froze, and said nothing else for a long minute, colour draining out of her face. “Yeah, yeah okay. Tomorrow. Yeah. No, go ahead without me. I’ll … be there. No, no, I’ll be okay. I’m not alone. Are you — okay. No, I promise. I’m not alone, dad, I’ll be okay. I love you too. Bye.”

Her hand dropped, and she swallowed hard. “Jarvis?” Summer’s voice came out ragged, somehow empty.

Jarvis kept walking for a moment, until he heard her tone change, and he peered over his shoulder at her again, before making his way back to her side as she hung up.  “Miss Summer?” he questioned, some concern creeping into his voice as he set a hand on her shoulder and asked, “Is everything alright?”

He supposed it rather obviously wasn’t, but that was just the first thing that had come out.

Her gaze was wide and blank, unfocussing. “My grandfather is dead.” Even less tone marked these words, as if she barely knew what she was saying. Then she blinked, once, and tears slid down her cheeks. Summer’s face worked, and mechanically she shoved the phone back into her pocket before both hands came to cover her face and she made a horrid half-muffled wail. Her shoulders shook with the effort of smothering gasping, strangled sobs, mingled with more of those aching cries.

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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.”

“It is not your intentions that concern me,” Jarvis replied, folding his arms over his chest, “but I’ve never hugged anyone or been hugged before.  It’s…strange.”  It was also strange having to find the words to say something, rather than simply saying what he needed to say without needing to organize it first.  He gestured for her to follow him towards the elevator.  “I won’t object to that.  So far the most I’ve seen was on the car ride from the airport.”

Her phone rang as they were emerging from the elevator. Checking the caller id, she said, “Oh, it’s dad, I have to take this. I’ll catch up, go on.”

Summer put the phone up to her ear and said hello. Then she froze, and said nothing else for a long minute, colour draining out of her face. “Yeah, yeah okay. Tomorrow. Yeah. No, go ahead without me. I’ll … be there. No, no, I’ll be okay. I’m not alone. Are you — okay. No, I promise. I’m not alone, dad, I’ll be okay. I love you too. Bye.”

Her hand dropped, and she swallowed hard. “Jarvis?” Summer’s voice came out ragged, somehow empty.

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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.”

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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.”

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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?”