[she chuckles] I heard nothing, Jarvis. [she carefully approaches the car and reaches to gently stroke its back] Come on down and you'll get a lot more attention.
[Eyes narrow, but then--oh, attention? Yes, attention is yes. Elizabeth bumps her head on Stephanie's hand, then leaps to her shoulder. Use those reflexes, Cap.]
I do apologize. She is rather a handful, I'm afraid. But she does appear to have taken to you.
[Jarvis abandons the hands, both of them dissolving into a small mouse. Said mouse hopefully will get her attention as it runs off the desk and down the side to the floor, looking real enough despite the fact it's outlined in glowy blue.]
It seemed an appropriate solution. [The holographic mouse scurries around, giving the cat a workout now that she's away from his computer parts.]
[Internally, he's checking something.] If I may say so, we sound very much alike. [In fact, he's finding out they sound exactly alike in tone and cadence. Too much of a coincidence?]
[Edward waited at the front doors of Stark tower. He had pressed the little "call" button once and only once and was awaiting a response. It perhaps bespoke of his occupation, to be able to afford meet Mr. Stark in person. He had hoped that the man would remember the appointment, but Edward understood that the man could be called out at any time.]
...no one home?
[Any time. Just like him. Though he wasn't sure what to think about Stark's new company focus.]
[Mr. Stark has indeed been called out, but Jarvis would have allowed him inside and offered refreshments, had he been paying attention. The voice outside is what catches his attention and the small speaker outside activates.]
Good day, sir. I do apologize for the delay. Won't you come in?
[He can't be there to meet Mr. Forrester until he's sorted out the cat, but the door will unlock itself.]
[Edward tilted his head a little as there was an audible click heard in the mechanized door. He tugged the handle and found it unlocked. He looked around for the source of the voice and spotted the speaker.]
Nice tech. [He muttered as he stepped in.]
[He hoped it was okay to keep armed in the place--but didn't bank on it, and instead set his empty dufflebag down. Shrugging off his canvas jacket, he took a moment to unholster his gun. He held it, and his other hand, in the air in a universal not-going-to-hurt-anyone posture. When he set the gun down on a table away from him, he reached into his boot and pulled out a decently wicked knife.]
I'm just going to go out on a limb and assume you don't want me armed while inside the building.
[Not entirely usual, either, especially from the company in recent months. Jarvis appreciates the gesture.
Leaving Elizabeth to fend for herself - quietly hoping he'd come back to find most of the workshop still intact - his image transfers itself to the window touch-screens upstairs and he smiles.]
Good morning, sir. I do apologize for Mr. Stark's absence, but I am informed he plans to return. Do you wish to wait?
[If he was surprised by Jarvis appearing, he didn't show it outwardly. A small, lopsided grin appeared on his face. One might suspect it was one of his few real expressions.]
Not that I don't think the Tony Stark can't take care of himself.
[Not that he was loathe to admit it. Edward admired that the man had made a name for himself. He liked that. Personally, he'd done it too. Just--with a few more flamethrowers.]
If he won't be too long, I don't mind waiting. I've got two hours to kill before my next appointment.
[He was going to ask Stark about weapons. If he would still customize a few as a contract on the side. He needed a surer way to be shredding up the bloodsuckers and furry freaks.]
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Jarvis sighs.]
I appreciate your efforts, Captain. She has rather more in common with Mr. Stark than I had anticipated. ...which you did not hear from me.
[Eyes narrow, but then--oh, attention? Yes, attention is yes. Elizabeth bumps her head on Stephanie's hand, then leaps to her shoulder. Use those reflexes, Cap.]
I do apologize. She is rather a handful, I'm afraid. But she does appear to have taken to you.
Jarvis is more perturbed by the potential destruction than the clone of himself. That sort of thing happens from time to time, but this is serious.]
This is an unproductive use of our time, Elizabeth.
Brilliant strategy, if I may say.
[Internally, he's checking something.] If I may say so, we sound very much alike. [In fact, he's finding out they sound exactly alike in tone and cadence. Too much of a coincidence?]
So we do. Curious.
[Jarvis huffs a rather electronic sigh.]
[But it is rather difficult to work on the suit with a cat curled around the shoulders like a stole.]
This experiment may not have been a wise idea.
[An unsuccessful one thus far, if Elizabeth's apparent love for perching on the armor's shoulder is any indication.]
An experiment in mimicking human behavior.
[Sadly he cannot give the excuse, "She followed me home."]
...no one home?
[Any time. Just like him. Though he wasn't sure what to think about Stark's new company focus.]
Good day, sir. I do apologize for the delay. Won't you come in?
[He can't be there to meet Mr. Forrester until he's sorted out the cat, but the door will unlock itself.]
Nice tech. [He muttered as he stepped in.]
[He hoped it was okay to keep armed in the place--but didn't bank on it, and instead set his empty dufflebag down. Shrugging off his canvas jacket, he took a moment to unholster his gun. He held it, and his other hand, in the air in a universal not-going-to-hurt-anyone posture. When he set the gun down on a table away from him, he reached into his boot and pulled out a decently wicked knife.]
I'm just going to go out on a limb and assume you don't want me armed while inside the building.
[Not entirely usual, either, especially from the company in recent months. Jarvis appreciates the gesture.
Leaving Elizabeth to fend for herself - quietly hoping he'd come back to find most of the workshop still intact - his image transfers itself to the window touch-screens upstairs and he smiles.]
Good morning, sir. I do apologize for Mr. Stark's absence, but I am informed he plans to return. Do you wish to wait?
Not that I don't think the Tony Stark can't take care of himself.
[Not that he was loathe to admit it. Edward admired that the man had made a name for himself. He liked that. Personally, he'd done it too. Just--with a few more flamethrowers.]
If he won't be too long, I don't mind waiting. I've got two hours to kill before my next appointment.
[He was going to ask Stark about weapons. If he would still customize a few as a contract on the side. He needed a surer way to be shredding up the bloodsuckers and furry freaks.]