gadgeteerphilanthropist:

iamthefirechild:

“I wanted to surprise him!” She flailed around the room, putting her hair up and pulling on a jacket and shoes. “This is the one that comes apart into all pieces isn’t it? It’s gonna fall apart on him~!”

-While I will not completely deny the possibility, everything save the homing capabilities seems to be functioning normally.  Keep in mind, I am still part of the armor’s operating system.  I will be fully aware of it should something go wrong.-

“And that’s supposed to help him how, exactly?” She jerked open the balcony door, remembered, and grabbed her earpiece before stepping out and dropping off the edge. “Not that, you know, I can /carry/ him but I can keep him from smashing his face. Here’s an idea, Jarvis: go get in one of the other suits in case of stupid. It’s Tony. There will be stupid.”

gadgeteerphilanthropist:

iamthefirechild:

Summer saw a suit fly past her window out of the corner of her eye, and didn’t think anything of it until the colors registered. “Jarvis!” she shouted, dropping her book and shooting up out of the chair. “You were supposed to tell me when he was going to test it!”

-I was vainly hoping the primary test flight would not be happening today, Miss Summer,- Jarvis replied.  -It was not exactly my idea for him to fly out of a window several dozen stories up, a minute and a half after putting it on.-  A beat.  -Why didn’t you simply ask him to let you know?  I’ve never known him to forget about an opportunity to show off.-

“I wanted to surprise him!” She flailed around the room, putting her hair up and pulling on a jacket and shoes. “This is the one that comes apart into all pieces isn’t it? It’s gonna fall apart on him~!”

gadgeteerphilanthropist:

“We ready, Jarvis?”

“As ready as can be expected, sir.  Standing by in case of emergency.”  Indeed, Jarvis was standing near a more-or-less vacant worktop, a safe(-ish) distance away.

“Great.  You, Butterfingers, you both know what to do.”  The armature bots whirred quietly, one holding a camera, the other a fire extinguisher.

“Go.”

Jarvis triggered the armor’s launching sequence.

Piece by piece, it skittered through the air, attaching and interlinking, and occasionally knocking into things, and occasionally needing a bit of help.

“How’re things lookin’, Jarvis?” Tony’s voice came out mildly synthesized, as he looked down at the black and silver armor.

“The homing system requires a few final calibrations, but all other systems are within normal parameters.  I would suggest—”

“The window, if you’d be so kind.”

Jarvis sighed and rolled his eyes.  “Of course, you’re going to test it from this high up.  Forgive me for daring to hope otherwise.”

“You’re forgiven.”  Tony gestured expectantly towards one of the windows, and it slid downwards and out of the way.

“Cheer up, worrywart!  Just a little test flight.  You’ll be with me the whole time.”

“Consider me comforted.”

Tony launched himself out the window, and it slid upwards and closed again behind him as he took off, angling upwards and then leveling out as he soared further into the city.

Summer saw a suit fly past her window out of the corner of her eye, and didn’t think anything of it until the colors registered. “Jarvis!” she shouted, dropping her book and shooting up out of the chair. “You were supposed to tell me when he was going to test it!”