Jarvis Chronicles

[The Vision]

Issue 4 - Something Blue

Mr. Jarvis opened his eyes. The interface showed a blinking red symbol that said, "Simulation failed". 

Mr. Jarvis sighed and flipped the mask open. Mrs. Dreemurr was watching him with melancholy eyes.

"That family...?"

Mr. Jarvis nodded. "If the situation were real, they would have perished with me. Fortunately, it was just a simulation."

"But they seemed so... real."

"That's the point, Mrs. Dreemurr."

Someone knocked on the door. Dr. Alphys entered, hoisting a miniaturized version of her cannon.

"This is the testing range?" she questioned.

"Of a sort," Mr. Jarvis replied, walking away, "Is it ready for testing?"

"Not yet. I just... never mind."

"Yes?"

"No, it's nothing-"

Mr. Jarvis raised an eyebrow. "If it can cause damage to the tower, I insist on you telling me the problem."

Dr. Alphys sighed. She glanced at the observation deck, but Mrs. Dreemurr had disappeared.

"U-um, well, it needs a self-sustaining p-power source. I was trying to make a bigger version, but y-you can't exactly switch a g-generator on and off within microseconds. W-w-which it also needs. This is sh-shoulder-mounted, so it doesn't n-need as much power, but..."

Mr. Jarvis grinned. "I have a self-sustaining power source that can be switched on and off in microseconds."

Dr. Alphys' eyes lit up. "You do?"

Mr. Jarvis tapped the glowing arc reactor in the suit. Dr. Alphys squinted.

"That little blue thing?"

"It's called an arc reactor. Not my own invention, but I'm quite sure it can meet your demands."

"If you say so," Dr. Alphys sighed, "Should I start dismantling you-"

Abruptly, the mask closed on Mr. Jarvis' face. Alarmed, Dr. Alphys started shouting, "NopleaseIdidn'tmeanit!" Mr. Jarvis pointed his eyes upwards and received an explanation for the armor's action.

It appeared in the shape of the letter "A", surrounded by a thin blue circle. It expanded, showing a photo of the Vision.

"Assistance required," Vision's voice reported simply.

"What kind of assistance, Mr. Vision?"

"Request: air support."

As he spoke, a map of the island appeared, showing four pings - the location of each Avenger. It seemed they were more or less scattered, though two appeared to be in a clump together. 

"The Quinjet is currently unavailable, sir," Mr. Jarvis replied.

"I know, we have it," Captain Rogers said, his voice stuttered with static. Mr. Jarvis could barely hear him over the wind. Presumably, the Vision's voice was clear only because he wasn't actually speaking. "Plus, we're in the middle of a storm. Planes can reach the beach, but I think even Tony might have a hard time navigating these skies."

"A storm?" Mr. Jarvis muttered, "The database reports clear skies in that area- Ah, now it says there is a hurricane surrounding that exact area."

"Is Frisk safe?" Mrs. Dreemurr interrupted. Her face appeared next to the others.

"Who's that?" an unrecognized, gruff voice interrupted.

"My mom," young Ms. Dreemurr replied, provoking Mrs. Dreemurr to sigh loudly in relief. "I'm... I'm okay!"

Mrs. Dreemurr seemed to not notice the lie.

"You don't have any other Avengers who could help, do you?" Captain Rogers asked.

"Captain Rogers, why did you mention Mr. Stark?"

There was a pause. "I don't know, he was saying his armor could fly in the middle of a hurricane. I don't think he ever tested it, but-"

"Please hold," the Vision interrupted.

Mr. Jarvis smiled as he continued updating his profile. He could almost hear Mr. Vision frowning over the radio.

"Query, Mr. Jarvis," the android asked, "Are you in possession of an Iron Man suit?"

Mr. Jarvis didn't respond as Captain Rogers laughed. Clearly, none of the other Avengers were aware of Mr. Stark's alternate identity.

"Stark actually made it?" the soldier chuckled.

"What's an Iron Man suit?" Ms. Dreemurr asked.

"It's our way out," Captain Rogers replied, "Come on."

Mr. Jarvis turned calmly to Dr. Alphys, who was still shuddering.

"Dr. Alphys," Mr. Jarvis said, "I'm afraid I'm going to need the arc reactor this afternoon. Please try not to burn down the tower while I'm away."

Mr. Jarvis opened a window and stepped back. He engaged his thrusters and shot through the open window, soaring towards the Avengers. 

A weary and tired pilot looked up, watching a tiny, black humanoid rocketing off into the sky. She frowned and rang the Avengers' doorbell.

To be continued in: Avengers Issue #4, A Complicated Business