Making Mr. Right

 

Title: Making Mr. Right (or the epic love story of a boy and his android)

Author: Prentice

Rating: Mature

Fandom: Iron Man, The Avengers

Pairing: Tony/Jarvis

Notes: Tony Stark actually made his first real boyfriend (and future cyberhusband) totally by accident. True story. According to me, anyway.



Summary: The first time that Jarvis opened his eyes Tony knew he was pretty much doomed.

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Chapter 1



The first time that Jarvis opened his eyes Tony knew he was pretty much doomed. It hadn’t really mattered that he was all of fifteen – technically fourteen and a half but Tony wasn’t  counting (no, really, he wasn’t) -  because the thing of it was, Tony was a precocious little shit at the ripe old age of four, and being at MIT just kind of being awesome all the time hadn’t really changed that. So, really, for him to have realized that he was so beyond fucked wasn’t really that surprising.

Neither was it surprising that he pretty much got bitch slapped by emotions by something he, you know, created for himself. That was kind of inevitable if you asked him. No, what was surprising, was that it was Jarvis that Tony got all emotionally fucked up over.

Jarvis – or, well, Just A Rather Very Intelligent System, but that was a fucking mouthful and Tony wasn’t saying that shit all the time. Anyway, it wasJarvis, who Tony had built with his own two hands, who he labored over for fucking weeks and months – years, really, because Jarvis had always been in the back of Tony’s mind in some form or another – that he was kind of having an internal meltdown over.

It was Jarvis, who Tony had spent weeks upon weeks on, working on his programming parameters so he wouldn’t go nuts and try to turn Tony into the Borg or something in the middle of the night. And, okay, really it was just that one weekend that blurred together in a haze of stale pizza, energy drinks, and jittering nerves, hunched over a completely fucking rebuilt computer – because the computers at MIT were absolute shit no matter what anyone told you – and just kind of losing himself in Jarvis’s fiddly bits, but it counted. It counted completely, mostly because it had felt like weeks coming out the other side of that weekend and realizing holy fuck he was tired and it was Monday and he had class, are you shitting me?

It was Jarvis, who Tony had scavenged magazine photos a la a Weird Science montage  just to find the right kind of smile to work as a base for. There would be no shark teeth smiles here, thank you. It would just be a smooth quirk of lips that Jarvis’ internal programming could experiment with while Tony worked on his new framework – that had been a really weird week. What with that dead body looking frame randomly smiling in the corner, sometimes (most of the time) at the oddest of times, like when Tony was jerking off while reading that article in Popular Mechanics, a running innuendo filled commentary just sort of spewing out of his mouth because he really had no sensor whatsoever.

Jarvis, who Tony had built with his own blood, sweat, and tears (and a fuck load of Red Bull, he really should buy stock one day). With late, late nights and bone-deep exhaustion that left him wired, maybe too wired, for all his classes. Jarvis, who’s Tony’s first real friend – fuck that popsicle stand and all the flavorless popsicles in it – and whose personality emerges after a few days like the sun after a storm, bright and sharp and startling but so fucking welcome that Tony basks in it a while before realizing he hadn’t programmed that much fucking snark, holy shit, this was going to be awesome.

But, anyway, back to the point.

Looking into Jarvis’s eyes for the first time – eyes so blue they’re practically glowing and was it Tony’s imagination but had they seemed to flash-burn when they looked at him? – and seeing that strange pinched expression, like he was processing far too much sensory information at once and just had no fucking clue what to do with it all…well…

Doomed was definitely a pretty good word for what he was. Doomed. Fucked. Going to be fucked – though not right now, not when Tony was underage, because even though Tony hadn’t programmed Jarvis to be a gentleman he somehow was and that only further sealed the impending doom of the situation, Jesus Christ.

He was so fucked.