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cap_ironman2008-08-20 03:15 am
mechanicaljewel.livejournal.com) wrote in cap_ironman2008-08-20 03:15 am
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Drabbley thing: Pre-slash, G/PG
I've been lurking for a bit, and now I come bearing fic,
Title: Short-Circuit.
Rating: G/PG
Summary: All is not well in the Stark household.
“Sir,” I tell him, “The coffee machine has merely short-circuited.”
“Jarvis, you keep saying that, but there are no frayed or broken wires inside, nothing wrong with the outlet, and I already replaced the cord—“
“Which you destroyed a priceless Tiffany lamp to get.”
“—and when I say it’s not a short, it ain’t a short. Now run a goddamn diagnostic.” His bloodshot eyes and his breaking voice gives him the semblance of a crack addict. Which isn’t so far from the truth.
“Sir, the coffee machine has merely short-circuited,” I return a moment later.
“Gnaargghh!” he howls, and clutching the defunct machine to his chest, he collapses to the floor, shoulders shaking with silent sobs.
In a few moments, he stills, and Steve Rogers stealthily slips into the room. He whispers into the wall unit, “Did it work?”
“I believe so, Captain.”
Steve sidles over to Tony’s side and kneels in one fluid motion. He lightly touches Tony’s shoulder and regards his face. Steve smiles.
“He’s asleep. First time in three days.”
“Yes, Captain.”
“Thanks, Jarvis.”
“I am happy to be of service, Captain. If you need me to refrain from operating any other appliances, please let me know."
Title: Short-Circuit.
Rating: G/PG
Summary: All is not well in the Stark household.
~~~
“Sir,” I tell him, “The coffee machine has merely short-circuited.”
“Jarvis, you keep saying that, but there are no frayed or broken wires inside, nothing wrong with the outlet, and I already replaced the cord—“
“Which you destroyed a priceless Tiffany lamp to get.”
“—and when I say it’s not a short, it ain’t a short. Now run a goddamn diagnostic.” His bloodshot eyes and his breaking voice gives him the semblance of a crack addict. Which isn’t so far from the truth.
“Sir, the coffee machine has merely short-circuited,” I return a moment later.
“Gnaargghh!” he howls, and clutching the defunct machine to his chest, he collapses to the floor, shoulders shaking with silent sobs.
In a few moments, he stills, and Steve Rogers stealthily slips into the room. He whispers into the wall unit, “Did it work?”
“I believe so, Captain.”
Steve sidles over to Tony’s side and kneels in one fluid motion. He lightly touches Tony’s shoulder and regards his face. Steve smiles.
“He’s asleep. First time in three days.”
“Yes, Captain.”
“Thanks, Jarvis.”
“I am happy to be of service, Captain. If you need me to refrain from operating any other appliances, please let me know."
~~~
Inspired by prompt 188 at creativewritingprompts.com
Heheheh love this!
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What a demon-like conspiracy!
*ggg*
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*giggles* I know you're doing AI Jarvis here, but I could easily hear real Jarvis saying this, too (and I love Tony's frustrated insistance that it's not a short -- because he would know, after all -- and taking apart a lamp to try and fix things).
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