A Vigilante In Pursuit

[The Vision]

"Ms. Williams, might I mention there is no more Resistance here. Doff armor," the butler said, stepping out of his Iron Butler suit.

Blair shrugged. "Old habits die hard."

Mr. Jarvis removed a handkerchief and dabbed at the sweat forming on his forehead.

"Yes, I suppose they do. Would you two kindly place Mr. Cage's impostor in the medical wing? Mr. Wright, we should debrief in ten minutes, sir."

"Fine. You know, the medical wing just has bandages and Tylenol?" Marcus noted.

"Yes, sir, I'm quite aware," Mr. Jarvis nodded, "Before you go, allow me to turn the power on again."

Mr. Jarvis sighed as the power rebooted. The Vision clearly foresaw an event like this, for the process to turn the generator back on was fairly intuitive and required no electricity. Each switch was uniquely shaped and sized so that Mr. Jarvis would always know which to press. He was back in his formal butler tuxedo, which was somehow still not the least bit disheveled after the fight. Regardless, he was now sporting a bruise on his bald spot from one of Moon Knight's savage blows.

As the lights flickered back to life, he looked back at the maid bots who were scrubbing the Skrull blood on the floor. One of them collected a small sample. Mr. Jarvis nodded in approval. You never knew when it would be useful later.

The clean-up was surprisingly straightforward. There was no structural damage, unlike the last time the Tower was attacked. Just scratches from the armor clashing against the steel - many, many scratches - and a few stray bullets. Vision's conflict with Skynet had melted the lab. This was much, much better.

Now, Moon Knight. The Vision had asked him to keep an eye on the vigilante. Despite the fact that Moon Knight had attacked him during a sensitive time, he was sure Mr. Spector could control that given time to practice. And it could not be denied his membership would be beneficial. He recalled how he held off both Mr. Jarvis in his technologically advanced tank-like armor and a trained soldier with two guns.

Perhaps Mr. Jarvis could help him.

At that moment, he turned the corner, almost bumping into the man in question.

"Ah, yes, Mr. Spec- Apologies, sir. Am I speaking to Moon Knight at the moment?"

The vigilante squinted at him from under the mask.

"You are."

"Ah, very good, sir. I was just looking for you."

Moon Knight looked at the hallway. His costume was drenched from the rain. Mr. Jarvis raised an eyebrow.

"I see you were outside, sir," the butler remarked, "Anyhow, I believe you will be needing this."

Mr. Jarvis held up the envelope. Moon Knight scowled.

"What is that?"

"This, sir, is your Avengers ID card. I believe the West Coast Avengers utilized a similar feature."

Moon Knight took the envelope and used his white glove to spread the opening wide. A plastic card fell onto his palm. He smiled under the mask. It already had a profile of Moon Knight's mask, listing his ID number and various other numbers Moon Knight didn't quite understand yet.

"It functions as a communicator, recall device, and keycard to most of the Tower's floors. Welcome to the team, sir."

"Yeah, alright," Moon Knight muttered.

"Pardon?"

"Not you," Moon Knight said, "Talking to Khonshu."

"And what does he have to say on the matter?"

"That he told me so."

Mr. Jarvis smiled, hiding the slight discomfort he felt. Part of him, a naive part, wanted to believe that there really was an ancient Egyptian god of vengeance in the man's head. That would justify many things. But Mr. Jarvis was a man of reason. Even here, he couldn't believe that Moon Knight was the avatar of a god. Yet perhaps, one day, Mr. Jarvis hoped, Khonshu would reveal himself and Mr. Jarvis would be able to understand Marc Spector.

"Send him my regards, sir," Mr. Jarvis concluded. He bowed and started walking back to his office.