Jarvis Chronicles

[The Vision]

Issue 2 - Something New

Mr. Jarvis strolled down the steel hallway, arms held tightly behind him as always. He nodded to Toriel as he passed by her towards the elevator. 

"Oh, Mr. Jarvis?" Toriel called out.

Mr. Jarvis paused and turned to meet Toriel's gaze.

"Another being from my world has arrived at the Tower," the bovine lady explained.

"Ah," Mr. Jarvis nodded, "I should go meet them. Where can I find...?"

"Dr. Alphys. A scientist." Toriel's cheery expression seemed to dim ever so slightly. "She's here to help, I think. I pointed her to the labs, and given her habits in the Underground, she'll usually be found there."

Mr. Jarvis nodded and pressed the elevator button. "I'll go meet her, then, shall I?"

The tower rumbled. The two Secondaries exchanged nervous glances.

"I'll go have a look," the butler said.

Mr. Jarvis heard the gentle "ding!" of the elevator. He entered the glass chamber, pressing 2 unceremoniously.

As the lift descended, Mr. Jarvis thought once again on the footage he found. If Mr. Stark truly had built that suit, then he would be far more capable of defending the Tower while the real Avengers were gone. For example, if Skynet had decided to return, he was hardly about to fight it off with a vacuum cleaner or some such nonsense. The thought of it amused him as the lift doors slid open.

Mr. Jarvis exited the lift and made his way towards the newly constructed lab. The maid-droids were still hard at work making sure that the walls were free of scorch marks - though several were clearly new. Perhaps the work of this Dr. Alphys..? Mr. Jarvis turned the corner and pressed his ID card against the reader. The doors slid open, and a ball of fire burst through them with a scream. Mr. Jarvis, one eyebrow raised, peeked through.

In the lab was a creature about three feet tall, a sort of yellow lizard in a labcoat. At the moment, the creature was smoldering, scrambling to do something. 

"Ma'am?" Mr. Jarvis called out tentatively.

Dr. Alphys jolted and spun around. She was sweating hard, still running around a strange device that looked suspiciously like a cannon.

"I'msorryI'msorryhangonletmeturnthisthingoffohmygoodnesshowdoes- DUCK!"

The device began to whir dramatically. Mr. Jarvis casually leaned to the side as another fireball roared past him. The projectile instead struck a maid-bot who was attempting to clean up the soot from the first fireball.

"Do you mind turning that off?" Mr. Jarvis shouted above the clatter.

"I'M TRYING ohnoohnohowdoI"

Mr. Jarvis traced the cords attached to the device to an outlet nearby, and right on time. The cannon was whirring again, seemingly firing automatically every few seconds. He briskly reached down and pulled the cord. The whirring began to slow down. Dr. Alphys was crouching, covering her head with her arms. She poked her head out to look at the cannon.

"How did you-"

Mr. Jarvis waved the plug. Dr. Alphys clapped her hands.

"Of course! You cut the power source."

"You must be Dr. Alphys," Jarvis commented. 

Dr. Alphys grinned nervously. She wiped her glasses and put them on her nose. "I uh... Yeah. Th-that's me."

"I'm Edwin Jarvis, Head of Management."

Mr. Jarvis stuck out his hand. Dr. Alphys wiped the soot from her palms on her labcoat and shook his hand vigorously.

"Nice to meet you, Mr. Jarvis!" Alphys exclaimed, "I h-hope I haven't caused too much t-trouble-"

Mr. Jarvis chuckled as he turned around and watched two more maid-bots enter and sweep up the remains of the first. 

"To be frank," Mr. Jarvis muttered, "The lab seems to insist on being burned down."

Dr. Alphys chuckled nervously and scratched the back of her head. 

"By any chance, did you find a suit of advanced armor in the lab?" Mr. Jarvis asked, "I understand you've arrived recently, but-"

"Yes! I have!" Dr. Alphys excitedly chirped. She sprinted over behind the cannon and pulled out some papers. 

"I found the blueprints for an extremely advanced suit of armor, capable of propulsion on all four limbs and advanced weaponry. The designer, uh, Tony Stark, called it-"

"The Iron Man suit," Mr. Jarvis whispered breathlessly.  

"Yeah," Dr. Alphys whispered. Mr. Jarvis was not sure why she was whispering. "You know it?"

"It's a gift," Mr. Jarvis chuckled, "from an old friend."

At those words, an unknown panel in a nearby wall slid open. Mr. Jarvis walked towards it reverence, watching complex mechanical arms extend pieces of his own Iron Man armor. Black and gold. His favorite colors. On the central chestpiece, a post-it note read, "from Tony".

"Thank you, Mr. Stark," Mr. Jarvis muttered.