Edwin Jarvis is rather very intelligent. (veryintelligent) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2013-10-22 22:46:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, jarvis, tony stark (iron man) |
Who: Tony Stark and Jarvis.
When: After this.
Where: Stark Labs.
What: Hangin’. Y’know. Like we do.
Rating/Warning: Low/None.
Status: Complete.
Tony was in the lab. He’d just finished scarfing down a quick lunch, and was eager to get back to work. The only reason he’d stopped for lunch is that his stomach was growling so loudly, the computer’s AI kept picking it up and thinking he was trying to communicate. He had to keep telling the system that he wasn’t talking to it, but then decided it was easier to simply feed the stomach, rather than try to explain to a machine what the noises were.
Jarvis should perhaps not have been surprised at Tony’s instant summoning. It was just how things went, and it usually ended up being a good use of his time in the end. Punctual, as promised, he walked into the labs and hung his coat over the back of a chair.
“And what seems to be the pressing matter?”
“There.” Tony said, pointing at one of the screens. Transparent Glass when it wasn’t turned on and focused, the thing was lit like a blue-green, flat and square Christmas tree at the moment. There were readings from the latest stress test on Tony’s latest project. “Tell me what you see.”
Jarvis rolled up his sleeves as he leaned over to examine the readouts. “Well, I see several different numbers that could mean any number of things depending upon the context.” He glanced back at Tony. “You’ve been working on something without me? I’m hurt.”
“MRI machine.” Tony said, completely blowing off the comment about being hurt. Hey, it wasn’t his fault that Jarvis had to run off to… wherever… on “business”... whatever that meant. Tony moved around to the table with his 3D projector was, and pulled up the blueprint of the machine he was building. Redesigning.
“You haven’t seen this yet?” Tony asked, turning the design around. “Trying to reduce the cost of running the non-energy efficient hunks of plastic they’re using at so many hospital these days. The ones they so ironically call edge of technology in medical research and development? Those. Need new ones. Badly.”
“I heard it was in talks, but I didn’t think you’d take this one up personally.” Jarvis looked at the readouts a bit closer and made a face of approval, and he nodded. “It’s certainly looking promising. The modifications you’ve put in place are actually a bit genius, if I say so myself.”
“Why wouldn’t I take this one up personally?” Tony asked, mock offended by the insinuation. Though, he wasn’t really sure what the insinuation was. “Hey, if you say so yourself, then it must be true,” he added, breaking into a grin. “Go on, worship my work. I know it’s worth it.”
“Oh, ha ha ha,” Jarvis replied in a dry tone. He even rolled his eyes. “I’d hardly call it worshiping.” He went over to the blueprints and started flicking through himself. “If you’d like, I could tell you what potential flaws are in your designs based on your projected outcomes, thus making it worthy of worship.” Jarvis was teasing, for the most part. It was the sort of relationship he and Tony had built up over the years.
Tony’s eyebrows jumped up to meet his hairline. His arms folded across his chest, and he leaned forward a little. “Excuse me? Flaws? What… what’s that word mean, anyway? Flaws? I’ve never heard it before. At least not when applied to one of my designs.” He was kidding, and it showed now on the smirk that snuck across his face.
“Tell me, Tony, is ignorance truly bliss?” Jarvis smirked right back. “But, really, if you’d like I could crunch all the pesky, not-so-fun numbers for you. I’ve got nothing else to do, and you’ve summoned me all the way here. I may as well be useful.”
“Let’s get to it, then.” Tony said, absolutely ignoring the is ignorance bliss bit. He didn’t need to dignify that one with a response, thankyouverymuch. He moved to one of the plain glass console screens and started to tap it, the program coming up and flashing at him.
“So. Jarvis. Engage small talk.” He said, teasing just slightly. “How’s the weather out there?”
“Small talk engaged.” Jarvis rolled his eyes. He sat on a chair and wheeled over to another screen, where he promptly started inputting data. “Weather is lovely. Clear skies, a beautiful autumn day for the OC. Who could ask for much more.”
Tony turned to lean against a desk surface nearby, letting Jarvis do all the work now. Funny how he didn’t do much work--or didn’t appear to be doing much work, anyway--when other people were in his lab. But when he was on his own he was a workaholic. “I’m sure I could figure out something more to ask for, but I’ll refrain. Drink?” He asked, then moved to pour a finger of scotch into a couple of glasses.
“You do so hate to be outdone.” Jarvis glanced over his shoulder with an amused smile before going back to his work. “A drink sounds fantastic. Thank you.”
As if he had to be given a yes to pour a drink for his friend. When did Tony Stark ever wait for permission to drink? Or to try and shove drinks off onto other people? He reached over and held a glass out for Jarvis, sipping from his own. And he kept his eyes on the screen, watching what the other man was working on.
Jarvis took the glass and gave Tony a slight toast before taking a sip. On the screen in front of him was a generated input of data that Jarvis had entered in quickly, and as the new performance projections popped up, he twisted a bit in his chair.
“It’s not that far off your original estimates,” he told Tony, “but I think I found some viable ways to reduce unnecessary waste without sacrificing efficiency.”
“Yes.” Tony said, his eyes focused on the screen. “Yes, yes. Good work my man.” He said, then clinked his glass against Jarvis’ without looking at him. “But what if we..” He reached forward and tapped the display with his index finger. “During the cool down phase, lower the amps.”
“It’s possible.” Jarvis watched Tony click away. “We’d need to do thorough testing to ensure it didn’t compromise the final result, but I don’t see why we couldn’t try.”
Tony nodded. He hit a few more buttons on the virtual console, then pulled up a chair and leaned back in it, bringing his feet up to rest on the desk. “So. You didn’t tell me. How was your trip?”
“Dull, of course.” Jarvis sipped at his drink and watched everything rework itself with Tony’s new codes. “But I may have found us a few more international partners, which will certainly help you take the company global if you ever decide to enterprise.”
Tony pumped his fist in the air. “Yessss. Jarvis, this is why you’re the best.” He said, then reached one hand over to massage his friend’s shoulder, briefly. “Well, second to me, of course,” he added quickly, gulped from his glass, then set it down and reached forward to fiddle with another screen--bringing up some more blueprints to examine.
“And tied with Miss Potts, no doubt.” He raised his eyebrows, perhaps a bit smugly and teasing. Even a blind person could see Tony’s feelings in regards to one Pepper Potts, and Jarvis thoroughly enjoyed bugging Tony about it when he could. “It’s because I don’t look nearly so good in a skirt, isn’t it.”
Tony’s eyebrows raised at that. He cleared his throat, momentarily at a loss for words. Something that almost never happened to Tony Stark of all people. His mouth opened, then closed again, like a fish. Then he forced a laugh. “You don’t have the calves for it.”
“So true.” Jarvis heaved a sigh, but laughed a bit as he took another drink. He’ll chalk this one up as a win for him.
It was a win. Very much so. “You should take some time off. Go take your girl out somewhere. Or find a girl to take out somewhere.”
Jarvis just raised his eyebrows, and then shrugged. “I’m a workaholic. I’d never be able to go anywhere and not think about all the things that need to be done. You can take time off and enjoy it for the both of us.”
“You think I’m that cold? That I could go off and enjoy myself on the beaches of Bora Bora and leave you here alone in the cold, sterile lab without someone to keep you warm?” Tony asked, grinning softly. “C’mon, we’ll take a spin on the yacht. Invite some pretty girls, have some beers, make a day out of it. Weekend out of it.”
“How about we’ll make it a holiday venture. When we need a good dose of the tropics.” It was likely that Tony would forget about it by that time, which would be ideal. Jarvis was not exactly overly fond of Tony’s idea of a good time, particularly when yachts were involved.
“I like the way you think, Jarvis.” Tony said, giving a wink to his friend. “A holiday venture. Somewhere around Christmas Time. We won’t have to worry about the fourth quarter numbers, either.” He downed the last of the liquid in his glass. “I’ll have Pepper put it together. Make it happen.”
“I’m sure Pepper will be more than happy to make it happen.” Jarvis let out of a bit of a laugh, and finished off his drink. He’d just make sure to let Pepper know it wasn’t actually something that needed to happen. But for now, he swiveled around in his chair again to fiddle more with data, enjoying falling back into the routine of helping Tony build amazing things.