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Lucas stood at the large windows that led to the towers highest balcony. His hands rested on his rounded belly rubbing it softly. Jarvis had left with Tony to do Stark Industry things that day leaving him alone in the tower. It was getting harder and harder for him to move around with the baby growing within him. He was lost in thought as he stared at the bright and clear sky. He had not seen Asgard in such a long time that he was missing the place. He didn't even realize he was crying.

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Jarvis had been able to get off early, and headed up the elevator to where Lucas would be; he knew it. 

"Dearest?" he called, coming to stand beside his husband and seeing the tears on his face. Surprised warred with concern as he gently took him into his arms, being careful not to make Lucas feel smothered. 

"Whatever is the matter?" he asked softly, offering what comfort he was able.

"Very well," said Jarvis softly, kissing his intended fondly, "then it’s settled. Is there…anything special we ought to do? I know your heritage is important…I want to respect that…if you wish it too."

Lucas smiled even more, but then frowned and looked away. “To be painfully honest I really do not know about my heritage. I do not feel connected to my adoptive family anymore, nor do I know anything about my birth family.” He said with a heavy sigh.

"Very well," murmured Jarvis, planting a kiss on Lucas’ head, "I merely wished to be respectful, love…I am sorry if I managed to bring up something painful. Again."

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"Another fight?"

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Tony nodded, yanking pieces of the suit off of his body. “Some of it’s really dented,” he replied. “Won’t come off.”

"Good," said Jarvis, and gently helped Tony to change into loose, easy fitting clothing, making sure his wounds were tended, and then helping him into bed.

Tony lay in bed and reached for Jarvis, wanting to hold his husband close. “You’re so good to me.”

Jarvis curled close to his husband, caressing him fondly and lovingly. “I certainly try my best,” he murmured, claiming his lips in an easy kiss. 

Tony smiled into the kiss, hand cupping his cheek and stroking his cheek gently. He pressed closer to his husband, keeping Jarvis close.

Jarvis hummed lightly into the caresses and kisses, sighing a little. He wrapped his arms around his husband a little tighter, but still being careful…or at least doing his best to be.

Tony rolled them so he was on top of Jarvis, hands running down his chest and sides. “You’re amazing,” he breathed as he moved to kiss his neck.

Jarvis gave a little gasp, thrilled at the feeling of Tony’s hands on him. “Tony…” he breathed, eyes fluttering closed as he sighed, leaning into the caresses as best he could. 

Tony smiled and nuzzled his neck, gently tugging off Jarvis’ clothes. “Jarvis,” he breathed against his skin. He kissed down his chest and teased his nipples.

"To—" was a far as he got before whimpering, gasping at the feel of Tony’s breath…his mouth, on skin. 

His eyes fluttered shut, and he sighed. 

"You—hurt," he tried.

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"Tony?" Jarvis was more than a little surprised to hear the sounds of distress coming from the room. Sure they had not gotten alone lately; too much fighting and not enough of the love. Jarvis was tired of Tony always feeling like he had to be fighting evil, always working in some way or another. Even the faithful once-AI had his breaking points. But to see Tony this way was sad. "Tony...what is it?" He lingered in the doorway, reluctant to approach after their latest word-exchange.

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"It’s nothing," Tony replied in a quiet voice. He didn’t think Jarvis would have been there. "I’m fine." He curled up on the floor, a blanket around his shoulders. "Sorry to worry you." Tears kept falling down his cheeks at the thought that he would lose Jarvis.

"If you lie again, I shall be more than a little angry," mused Jarvis as he came to sit down on the bed beside his husband. "It is clearly something…please tell me…what is it?" 

They had snapped and yelled at each other. Talked about divorce…something that hurt Jarvis at the moment to even think about…nevertheless, he would not deny his lover and husband and creator what he needed. 

He reached out a gentle hand to caress Tony’s hair.

"I don’t want to lose you," Tony whispered. He shivered and tugged the blanket tighter around himself. "I don’t… I don’t want you to go, Jarvis."

"Well, calm yourself, love; I’m not leaving tomorrow, or anytime soon," he said softly, stroking Tony’s hair fondly. He spoke gently, kindly even, his heart breaking a little at the sight of Tony so broken. 

Tony gripped Jarvis’ shirt in his hands tightly, burying his face in the man’s shoulder. “I’m sorry,” he whispered. “I’m sorry for… for everything.”

Jarvis pulled Tony close, holding him the way he used to. “I can do nothing else; even if it sometimes takes me a while,” he murmured, his voice cracking a little as he stroked Tony’s hair, holding him tightly. 

Tony shivered and closed his eyes, clinging to his husband. “I’m sorry for everything,” he whispered again. “All I do is fuck everything up.”

"That is a lot of what you do, my love," said Jarvis softly, "but it is what you do in the end that makes me love you….you try to fix it. As best as you are able." He kissed Tony’s head. 

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Lucas stood at the large windows that led to the towers highest balcony. His hands rested on his rounded belly rubbing it softly. Jarvis had left with Tony to do Stark Industry things that day leaving him alone in the tower. It was getting harder and harder for him to move around with the baby growing within him. He was lost in thought as he stared at the bright and clear sky. He had not seen Asgard in such a long time that he was missing the place. He didn't even realize he was crying.

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Jarvis had been able to get off early, and headed up the elevator to where Lucas would be; he knew it. 

"Dearest?" he called, coming to stand beside his husband and seeing the tears on his face. Surprised warred with concern as he gently took him into his arms, being careful not to make Lucas feel smothered. 

"Whatever is the matter?" he asked softly, offering what comfort he was able.

"I am afraid I am not very creative with names," said Jarvis softly as they were seated, "but…I quite enjoy the name Emily for a girl. Perhaps we might give a son the name Luke…something with you in it?" 

He honestly wanted Lucas to be happy with whatever names they chose…mostly because it was he who was carrying the child. 

His eyes widened as he looked at him. “You’d want to name our child after myself?” He asked softly honestly feeling a swell of pride and love in his chest. “I’d like that very much.”

"Very well," said Jarvis softly, kissing his intended fondly, "then it’s settled. Is there…anything special we ought to do? I know your heritage is important…I want to respect that…if you wish it too."

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"Tony?" Jarvis was more than a little surprised to hear the sounds of distress coming from the room. Sure they had not gotten alone lately; too much fighting and not enough of the love. Jarvis was tired of Tony always feeling like he had to be fighting evil, always working in some way or another. Even the faithful once-AI had his breaking points. But to see Tony this way was sad. "Tony...what is it?" He lingered in the doorway, reluctant to approach after their latest word-exchange.

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"It’s nothing," Tony replied in a quiet voice. He didn’t think Jarvis would have been there. "I’m fine." He curled up on the floor, a blanket around his shoulders. "Sorry to worry you." Tears kept falling down his cheeks at the thought that he would lose Jarvis.

"If you lie again, I shall be more than a little angry," mused Jarvis as he came to sit down on the bed beside his husband. "It is clearly something…please tell me…what is it?" 

They had snapped and yelled at each other. Talked about divorce…something that hurt Jarvis at the moment to even think about…nevertheless, he would not deny his lover and husband and creator what he needed. 

He reached out a gentle hand to caress Tony’s hair.

"I don’t want to lose you," Tony whispered. He shivered and tugged the blanket tighter around himself. "I don’t… I don’t want you to go, Jarvis."

"Well, calm yourself, love; I’m not leaving tomorrow, or anytime soon," he said softly, stroking Tony’s hair fondly. He spoke gently, kindly even, his heart breaking a little at the sight of Tony so broken. 

Tony gripped Jarvis’ shirt in his hands tightly, burying his face in the man’s shoulder. “I’m sorry,” he whispered. “I’m sorry for… for everything.”

Jarvis pulled Tony close, holding him the way he used to. “I can do nothing else; even if it sometimes takes me a while,” he murmured, his voice cracking a little as he stroked Tony’s hair, holding him tightly. 

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"Another fight?"

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Tony nodded, yanking pieces of the suit off of his body. “Some of it’s really dented,” he replied. “Won’t come off.”

"Good," said Jarvis, and gently helped Tony to change into loose, easy fitting clothing, making sure his wounds were tended, and then helping him into bed.

Tony lay in bed and reached for Jarvis, wanting to hold his husband close. “You’re so good to me.”

Jarvis curled close to his husband, caressing him fondly and lovingly. “I certainly try my best,” he murmured, claiming his lips in an easy kiss. 

Tony smiled into the kiss, hand cupping his cheek and stroking his cheek gently. He pressed closer to his husband, keeping Jarvis close.

Jarvis hummed lightly into the caresses and kisses, sighing a little. He wrapped his arms around his husband a little tighter, but still being careful…or at least doing his best to be.

Tony rolled them so he was on top of Jarvis, hands running down his chest and sides. “You’re amazing,” he breathed as he moved to kiss his neck.

Jarvis gave a little gasp, thrilled at the feeling of Tony’s hands on him. “Tony…” he breathed, eyes fluttering closed as he sighed, leaning into the caresses as best he could. 

disembodiedjarvis asked:

"Another fight?"

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Tony nodded, yanking pieces of the suit off of his body. “Some of it’s really dented,” he replied. “Won’t come off.”

"Good," said Jarvis, and gently helped Tony to change into loose, easy fitting clothing, making sure his wounds were tended, and then helping him into bed.

Tony lay in bed and reached for Jarvis, wanting to hold his husband close. “You’re so good to me.”

Jarvis curled close to his husband, caressing him fondly and lovingly. “I certainly try my best,” he murmured, claiming his lips in an easy kiss. 

Tony smiled into the kiss, hand cupping his cheek and stroking his cheek gently. He pressed closer to his husband, keeping Jarvis close.

Jarvis hummed lightly into the caresses and kisses, sighing a little. He wrapped his arms around his husband a little tighter, but still being careful…or at least doing his best to be.

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