《To Be A Dad (Irondad and Spiderson)》26:Avengers
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Jarvis decided he didn't like Captain Rogers. He stood near Loki's Spector. He was on the Helicarrier, keeping eyes on all of the 'Avengers' he noticed all their stares and thought nothing of it but he hated the way they were looking at Tony.
He certainly didn't want to hurt anyone but if it had to happen it would. "I've seen the footage. The only thing you really fight for is yourself. You're not the guy to make the sacrifice play to lay down on a wire and let the other guy crawl over you."
Jarvis looked away. Tony told him to say out of it, and he would, but watching rogers speak like that. He didn't hear what his creator said but he did hear "put on the suit, let's go a few rounds"
"I don't think so Capitan." Everyone turned to Jarvis, who stood straight and walked over, shielding Tony. "Mr.Stark has a family to get back to once this is over. I suggest dialing it down." Everyone stayed quiet as Jarvis stared Steve down.
"And who are you exactly?" Bruce asked, the man moved fast and almost no one got his name. The blond turned and smiled a bit at Bruce.
"Jarvis." Natasha finally spoke up for him. "Tony's AI was made to protect his son." Jarvis nodded.
"Son?" Thor looked over at the small man, still standing behind Jarvis.
"You have a son," Steve asked only to get Tony to nod.
"Let's get back to work."
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Jarvis will admit that fighting on the ground and managing the suit was difficult at first, making two calculations at once but he did it effortlessly now. However, he stopped the fight on the ground when Tony took the bomb up. "Sir?"
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"Jarvis call Stephen." Jarvis did as told but his connection was already starting to fail. "Call failed Sir. Sir this could be fatal."
"Then take care of Peter for me." Jarvis got up running to where the portal was.
"Sir!" There was static on the other end. Jarvis felt a wet substance fall from his eyes. "I-I love you, dad." He whispered as he watched him.
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Tony closed his eyes. "I- love -ou -dad." Jarvis' voice broke through as Stephen's call was still trying to connect. Tony sighed. This was it.
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Peter fought out of Happy's grasp when he saw the Hulk land with his dad. He ran and pushed People out of the way. "Dad! Dad! Please wake up. We have to go home." Peter shook the suit as Tony laid unconscious.
Jarvis ran up, quickly removing the suit piece. "Sir?" Jarvis felt relief as he detected his heartbeat.
"Peter? J?" Peter hugged him but he only seemed to panic.
His son, out here? Peter's in danger, and he needs to leave now. "Tesoro you have to leave. What are you even doing here?" Tony struggled out of his suit to hold Peter closer.
The team watched as Tony held the small boy close, holding him with his bare body, trying his best to keep him safe. Jarvis stepped closer, trying to find all areas that were injured but instead got pulled into a hug too. "I love you too. Stupid System." Jarvis chuckled and held them both.
"The fights not over yet." Tony looked up at the captain.
"Jarvis take Peter." Tony kneeled down and kissed Peter's head. "I'll be okay."
"Promise?" Peter asked, holding his linking out, Tony smiled and laced his pinky with his son's.
"Promise." He pulled him into another hug praying Peter stays safe. And hoping Stephen was okay.
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