If by 'type of impact', you mean was more like a father than his real dad, Jarvis would be one hundred percent correct. Because Tony looked at the man like a surrogate father and, though he would never admit it to anyone, Jarvis's death hit him harder than Howard's. It wasn't any wonder that he created the AI that he did. Granted, more people would probably become aware of the similarities between AI and man given the real thing was alive, breathing, and walking around Storybrook.
He'd cross that bridge when he got to it.
Singing along to 'Shoot to Thrill', Tony moved to the beat of the music. Little shake of the ass here, tiny shimmy to his shoulders there. Utterly lost in his own world -- until the clanging. Oh god the clanging. He promptly fell off his stool, tools and Stark sent spinning in opposite directions. He rubbed his ass when he fell, rolling over with a grunt. It had been years since he'd been rudely pulled from his work in such a manner it tugged at the heartstrings. (Yes, Tony Stark did actually have a heart)
He whipped off the headphones and glared upward -- at the AI not the man.
"JARVIS, you're a dick."
[Sir, that is no way to speak when company is around.]
A glare at the man now. "And you! A simple 'hi' wouldn't have sufficed?" Tony asked, arching a brow, even if they both knew he wouldn't have heard said hello. His annoyance melted away and gave way to a genuine smile as he hauled himself to his feet. "So, J. To what do I owe the honor?"