Stark's Shadow

Chapter 2 - Olive the olive

"Good morning. It's seven A.M. The weather-"

"Stop," I interrupt, "I don't give a single fried fuck about the weather this morning, Jarvis."

"Someone is cheerful this morning," Jarvis replies.

"Ha ha, hilarious," I get out of bed, wrapping a blanket around me, "I hate small talk. I don't talk about the weather."

"Noted,"

"Thanks?" I pause, "Do you keep track of everything?"

"Between Ms. Potts and I, we keep the building... out of constant disaster,"

I laugh at his wording and nod. Can he see that? Can he see? I'm confused. I don't ask. I don't think I want to know.

I go to the pile of clothes I totally didn't forget to put away and grab something to wear. What is fashion like now? I hope bell bottoms are out. Fortunately, I learn from my clothes pile that they are. I didn't have much. Nat let me borrow a few things. Though some of her clothes were a bit lose on me, my diet for the past few years was "oooh, look. I found two whole slices of pizza, that's like one and a half more than usual!" so I am a bit underweight.

After a while, I decide on a pair of black sweatpants, a baggy shirt and a hoodie. I left my hair down. I don't look great, so I throw on a necklace and a few rings. Oh yeah, fashion!

I hear knocking on the door.

"Nobody is home!" I call to the door.

I hear a laugh from Tony on the other side. I go open the door.

"So, like, how bad do I look?" I ask.

He rolls his eyes, "What are you, fifteen? You look fine. I can hardly tell you got hit by a bus." He says sarcastically.

"That bad?"

He laughs and walks away.

"I should have asked anyone else," I tell him as I follow him.

"Good morning, sleeping beauty," Sam says as I walk into the room.

"Beauty? Aww, you're too kind," I say, over-dramatically, acting flattered, then glare at Tony, "I guess that bus did me a favour then."

"It was a joke," Tony defends himself, "You only look like you got hit by a small car."

"I'm going to hit you with a small car,"

"I can't tell if this is just how you two act or if you're fighting," A familiar voice says. I turn and see a man? Robot? Not sure, but he was floating through the wall.

"I knew a man was living in the walls!" I shout. I got a few odd looks. "Jarvis?" I ask the wall man.

"No, I am Vision," He corrects.

"I fucking miss the eighties." I say, then slap a hand to my mouth, "I never thought I would say that."

"Bell bottoms," Tony whispers, and I scream. The horrors. "But Vision here is, well, it's complicated, but long story short, robots are scary."

"That cleared up nothing," I tell him, "Nothing at all."

"I can explain later, but let's eat first,"

As we ate, Tony explained how Vision came to be. He made another A.I. named Friday. But he missed Jarvis, so he recreated him to be separate from Vision. Friday is still around, but she typically shows up when Vision is present to avoid confusion. (A/N: I know that's not canon, but fuck canon, I want Jarvis and Friday. This is my fanfic, my rules. I won't follow canon 100% because it makes me SAD!)