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leveloneagentskye:

disembodiedjarvis:

"You are as kind as your are intelligent, Miss Skye; but I am afraid that numerous successes do not wipe out the one, glaring failure of my entire existence. It is something which haunts me. I have never desired a physical form before Afghanistan…now I do. Whatever the inconveniences." 

"We all have our own demons." Skye muttered, thinking about her past. Good thing it was deep buried under. 

"I hesitate to agree with you, as I am an AI and therefore not living in the truest sense of the word. I have no impulses as you might describe them, nor vices. Therefore, I do not know if I would call my failure a demon in the way you describe it. A…regret, perhaps."

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leveloneagentskye:

disembodiedjarvis:

"I am, as the acronym indicates, Just A Rather Very Intelligent System. And I cannot help but blame myself for those events in at least some way. My primary duty is to see to Sir; to be sure he is safe and well cared for. And I failed…because I lack a physical form."

"Believe me, a physical form is definitely not what you want.. doing exercise, being tired, running- you’re missing from pretty bad stuff, I can tell ya. And no, you are not the one to blame. Besides, if I’m not lying, you’ve saved him in several times."

"You are as kind as your are intelligent, Miss Skye; but I am afraid that numerous successes do not wipe out the one, glaring failure of my entire existence. It is something which haunts me. I have never desired a physical form before Afghanistan…now I do. Whatever the inconveniences." 

And so; What now? [DisembodiedJarvis]

icausedwar:

disembodiedjarvis:

"I believe that is the limit of my hidden talents, Sir," he mused lazily, "I must do *something* while you are otherwise engaged.":

Tony smiled, thoroughly amused. “I’ll be sure to add something to that list once your body is constructed more,” He mulled over ideas. Maybe he should just give him a large-no. Maybe. The idea was there.

JARVIS knew Tony better than nearly anyone. And he could tell; he just KNEW, his creator was thinking of something. What; that of course was not information he was privy to. Nevertheless, he trusted Tony implicitly, and would do his utmost to be of help to his creator. 

"I look forward to it, Sir," replied the AI.

Phones and Letters and AIs (College Tony)

sarcastictonystark:

disembodiedjarvis:

sarcastictonystark:

On his way downstairs, Tony passed the open door and stopped dead in front of it. It was almost like an invitation to look for answers. He could get in, find something, and leave well before anyone walked by. No, even though he desperately wanted to know what was going on Jarvis had his reasons for not telling him. If it was probably anyone else he would have been in there in an instant, but Tony kept walking. Maybe he’d find out while he was home, or maybe he’d have to wait for a call after something happened, but he’d find out eventually. If Jay didn’t want him to know, there was no reason to rush it.

Jarvis made sure that the food was ready for Tony. For his dear Young Master. As it was, Cook was kind enough to make up a cuppa and a sandwich for Jarvis as well. 

He ate somewhat quickly, hoping to be able to finish it before Tony actually walked in. He was hoping that Tony wouldn’t notice how frail he was….how not so strong. And yet he would continue…he would never stop trying. 

Thanks to Tony getting distracted on the way down, he did in fact miss Jarvis eating. “What, are you afraid I’ll steal it or something? I’m not that desperate for decent food, I promise.” He tried to make the joke obvious and probably failed, at least he assumed so.

With a chuckle, Jarvis served the food, being sure that it was hot and ready for his Young Master. 

"No Young Master," he replied, "however I think it is vital you eat well. I know that it is important for you especially; you have a great deal of growing left to do. Very much so, Young Master." 

Seating himself in a chair, Jarvis allowed his eyes to close for the time being; a simple few moments of rest. 

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