i've seen your flag on the marble arch,

"..but love is not a victory march. it's a cold and it's a broken hallelujah." { independent, semi-selective Edwin Jarvis RP blog }

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ooc;; sorry i’ve been gone, my life has just gone to shit lately so i’m kinda shrug emoji-ing thru life rn

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ooc;; sorry i’ve been gone, my life has just gone to shit lately so i’m kinda shrug emoji-ing thru life rn

if you want to reach me my sk//* pe is moriarteakettle, just tell me who u are and i’ll add u

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alfie. the-roboticist

“You assumed that I would do all the dirty work for ya.” He shook his head, a look on his face that said ‘I might have known’. “You upper class types are all the same. More than willin’ to kill a person but not willin’ to get your hands dirty in the process. What would your wife think of what you’re askin’ me to do right now? She seems like the genuine type; I don’t imagine she’d like the idea of her darling husband talking murder with a low-life like me. I mean that’s all I am to ya, right? A lowlife.”

If he sounded accusatory it’s because he was. Too often he’d seen one of his fellow Mafioso end up behind bars for a crime they committed on behalf of some rich bastard with a vendetta. He wasn’t about to be sold up the river for no amount.

“My job is to point the gun, and pull the trigger. All that premeditation shit; that’s your job. Capiche?”

Edwin’s left eye twitched, and he drew in a deep breath, knowing that it would be unwise to let his annoyance - no, anger - get the best of him.

“Any idiot can pull a trigger.”

Well, it was a good plan while it lasted.

“There is no reason to be so hostile. I did not come here to be mocked for my lack of knowledge about a subject that shouldn’t be necessary at all.” Oh, he wished Ana were there with him. She always knew what to say, to smooth things over. “And don’t speak of my wife as if you know her. You know nothing about her, nothing of what she’s endured.” 

And how could he know of what they had endured together? The man across the table couldn’t know of the endless nights where Ana woke, striking out in her sleep at imaginary gestapo. The moments Edwin was overcome with crippling hysteria at the sound of a car backfiring. Or, most importantly, the distinct lack of any family for them both. Everyone they had ever known was either in their home countries, or dead. Mostly dead.

“Capiche?”

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tony. aceofstarks

He nodded gravely and promised himself to keep trying to learn everything, even if it took years.  He put the dried dishes carefully in the rack as he finished with them and kept thinking.  “Are we going to the market tomorrow?” They normally did on Saturdays, but he wanted to be sure so he wasn’t looking forward to the outing for nothing.

“Come rain or shine, dear,” he nodded and stroked Tony’s hair with a small smile on his face. “Would you like to help me with the list?” It would be a good chance for Tony to practice his penmanship, without the pressure that came from his tutors and teachers. And, especially, his parents.

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peggy. cantgivcmeorders

Peggy saw that flicker of fear, she had known him too long to ignore those signs. This was the last place she imagined them, on the opposite sides of a conflict. But there they stood, about to fight and she could not see the outcome. The fighting against tony and Steve - which she did not agree with - should have ended with them, but of course it could not. Edwin had lived a life with Howard’s son in a way that their friendship couldn’t compare to.

❝ I think you know that I won’t. ❞

Despite not needing oxygen to survive, he took a breath. Artificial lungs filled with oxygen and exhaled it, unchanged. He had known her too many years to have even a glimmer of hope that she would give up. This was her cause, this was where she’d chosen to lay her allegiance. 

One of them wouldn’t walk away from this fight.

Circuitry glowed beneath artificial skin, and weaponry hidden beneath it pulsed with power as he stared across the room at Peggy.

“Then one of us will not leave this fight.” 

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tony. aceofstarks

Tony thought that Edwin probably believed he was better at the voices than he actually was, but he still loved it and it was wonderfully familiar to sit on him and listen to him read.  He ran his fingers over the last page, tracing the lines in the illustration, then leaned back against Edwin and yawned before curling into him. He didn’t want to sleep, but it would probably be good for him, so he tried not to fight it too much, his blinks getting longer and longer.

“Do try to rest, little one,” Edwin murmured, running long fingers through Tony’s thick hair. “You’ve had a very long day.” A day longer than any child should have. He paused for a moment before gently stroking Tony’s cheek. “Would you like to sleep in the room next to ours, tonight?” He couldn’t imagine making Tony sleep all the way on the other side of the mansion. 

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peggy. cantgivcmeorders

Peggy took a deep breath, inhaling quickly but exhaling a bit more slowly. It didn’t stop the racing in her heart, the utter confusion and overwhelming rhythm of thought pounding in her brain. She thought it had been disorienting to get impaled on a rebar, but this by far conquered it. And there was no end in sight unless this was an odd dream, but it didn’t seem like it. If she pinched herself hard, she knew that there would be indents on her skin and pain from her arm.

❝ I’m sorry - I’m just trying to absorb as much of this as I can. It’s a lot. ❞ Which of course he could see, she just couldn’t wrap her mind around all of this - what was she going to do? Her life was going to change in so many ways.

“Please, don’t apologize,” his voice was gentler than it had been a moment ago, more understanding. “Take as much time as you need.” She had all the time in the world, didn’t she? She had years, decades even; and he would be at her side for it all, of course. Perhaps that would ease the shock of her transition.

“I assure you, I’m not going to go anywhere. I have no desire to leave you in such a state.” Or at all, considering how much he had missed her. But that was beside the point. 

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ana. an-embarrassing-creature

She laughed, soft and maybe even a little bitter under her breath before she took a breath and shook her head. “It shouldn’t be that way, though,” she replied, trying to figure out a way to explain what she was thinking. By now, it wasn’t that she didn’t have a grasp on the language itself… it was that her own thoughts were terribly tangled on the subject.

“I love him,” she admitted, looking over at Edwin with something like worry building in her eyes. “And I know you care for him. And maybe he does love us – and that’s nice, it is – but… he shouldn’t have to love us. It isn’t about… being deserving of love.” Or was it. “It’s that… he deserves to have his parents love him – like this. Mrs. Stark should be here with her ill son, instead of at a social, or Mr. Stark should come up from his lab to check on him.”

Running a fingertip gently over Tony’s cheek, she looked back down at him as she added, “It’s not that I mind watching him – I don’t, not at all – but if we get to the point where he feels like… ours – which is lovely – it seems to me that there will be so many… other factors within that which are… not lovely. If we’re here for him in such a way,” she shrugged. “Does that mean that his parents aren’t? The idea that he might grow up in such a way… that doesn’t seem fair. A child deserves better, I’d think.”

She laughed again, soft and harsh, this time at herself, her hands curling even tighter - protectively - around Tony as she kissed him on the forehead, murmuring dismissively, “I’m rambling.”

The thought of this child - Howard’s child by blood, not Edwin’s or Ana’s, no matter how much they wished otherwise - growing up without love crushed him. “No, darling, it isn’t fair.” Then again, what was fair, these days? The war had taken so much from them both, and now they were caring for a child that wasn’t theirs, while trying to forget that they would never have a child of their own.

The least the Starks could do would be to thank them. Edwin’s employment contract had never covered things such as childcare, after all.

Edwin glanced at his wife, noticing the bitterness in her expression. “Darling,” he said softly, using the gentle tone he had always used to soothe her anger. “Even if he doesn’t know their love, as he knows ours... at the very least, he will know ours.” That was better than nothing, wasn’t it? Any love was better than none, even if it came from the staff.

Because that was what they were. Not family or friends, but the staff. They were paid to stay. But no amount of money - or lack thereof - could make Edwin want to leave the baby in his arms.  

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alfie. the-roboticist

He could tell that the butler was getting suspicious; he knew the look - mostly ‘cause he’d seen more often than he’d like to admit to himself. No matter how good his metamorphosis abilities, the one thing he could never change was the colour of his eyes. Even more telling was this particular colour wasn’t common in humans. Watching as the other man threw the packet on the table, he casually picked it up and quickly examined the contents, before putting it inside his waistcoat. It looked as though being Stark’s butler paid well; extremely well. “Okay. I can do that. I’ll need an address, picture and any information on the facility where she’s bein’ kept. I assume ya have all that information?”

Edwin stared at the man across the table, realizing for the nth time that day that perhaps he wasn’t cut out for this whole ‘murder-for-hire’ business. “I... had assumed that most of that information was your responsibility to gather.” God, this was bad. This was very bad. How could he have lacked the foresight to gather the proper information? He had some idea of where Ms. Frost was, of course, but an address? Information on the facility?

He was lucky that he’d clipped her picture from a newspaper, for God’s sake.

“Perhaps my assumptions about your work were... premature.” 

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ana. an-embarrassing-creature

“That is a promise you will keep,” she informed him firmly, the look in her eyes hopefully enough to let him know that she would be more than happy to hold him to that promise if she had to. Over their few months of marriage, she had, at times, gotten the impression that perhaps her husband thought less of himself then he ought to, and that wasn’t a thought that she liked. And then he kissed her hand, and she found herself swallowing a sigh and tamping down a frown at the rest of his sentence. “Yes, I know.” She smiled gently. “I know.” Maybe if she said it often enough, they could both manage to forget that the whole thing had ever happened.

She smiled a little sadly when he beckoned her back to him and went more than happily, abandoning her spoon at the stove so she could wind her arms around his waist. “No,” she agreed on a soft sigh, giving him another small smile as she admitted, “I am dramatic.” But she had also been trying to prove a point, in some way.  “Only…” Only there were so many things that she genuinely felt she was doing so very inadequately.“I need… to learn English. And I need to learn Edwin.” She sighed one last time in an attempt to dispel those thoughts and resolutely straightened her shoulders as she said, “Flawed… is fine. Good. Human. Kind… is perfect enough.”

She smiled, finding that the gesture came easier, that the smile itself was wider this time, as she assured him, “I love you, too, my Edwin.”

She was far too precious a treasure for such a cruel, inhumane, selfish world. She was beauty, and grace, and forgiveness; she was kindness, and that warm feeling he often got in his stomach when the world in front of him looked bright. How such a kind soul had endured the horrors she’d seen, and not only survived, but grown more perfect with every passing moment, escaped him.

“I will teach you English. Find... a tutor.” Yes, that could work. Someone who knew her language, who could teach her much more easily - and accurately - than he could. No longer would their words get lost in a mix of tongues that neither of them were born knowing. “Tomorrow. For now... we should eat.” He found himself growing hungry for the first time since the night before. 

He brushed a strand of hair behind her ear, marveling at the way it slid through his fingers despite being tangled from sleep. A brilliant auburn - no, it was unmistakably red - it complimented her skin in a way he had never seen before meeting her. A tailor’s shop in a hotel had changed his entire life; what a story that would be, to tell their grandchildren.

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ana. an-embarrassing-creature

She leaned in a little, letting her temple rest against his chest as he thought through all of their options. She liked food as much as the next person, yes, but she had never quite understood how he could manage to be so meticulous about it at times. Then again, the same could be said in regards to many things; she was at least a little messier then he was in general.

“Yes, there is,” she said, leaning back again to look in his eyes once more as he spoke. “That sounds wonderful.”

“Doesn’t it?” he said, reaching up to toy with her hair as his other arm wound its way lower against her back. “I believe we can work with whatever we have. Not that Mr. Stark’s kitchen isn’t well-stocked, of course.” The man probably held more foodstuffs in that mansion than an entire market did.

“Shall we roast the bird, then?” There weren’t many ways to make good duck, but he would try, for her. How strange it was, that they were standing in the middle of the kitchen discussing cooking poultry, when their earlier argument had been so personal. It almost felt comical, in a depressing sort of way. 

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ana. an-embarrassing-creature

“I was defending myself!” she objected. “That’s got to be something.” She looked down at his hand around hers when he squeezed it, biting her lip as much to keep her smile in check as anything while her eyes flickered momentarily around the room. No; she was stuck now, wasn’t she? And entirely happy to remain that way. All the same, she looked at him with wide eyes from underneath her eyelashes, asking, “I don’t suppose my dashing, perfect husband would consider having mercy?”

“You were doing no such thing, and you are a very bad liar,” he chuckled as he leaned over to press his lips to the tip of her nose. “I may consider a peaceful resolution if you were to, say, make our breakfast?” Though, it was past breakfast time now, wasn’t it? Far past, if he was reading the sun correctly. 

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peggy. cantgivcmeorders

The pig continued snorting quietly in her arms, Peggy couldn’t stop smiling at him and brushing her fingers over his fine hair. He was so small.

❝ Are you sure? I thought these types of pigs were meant to stay this small. ❞ Even if they were going to grow bigger, she would still love them and care about them. Them being bigger or smaller didn’t matter to her. They were her little pets to care about.

“No, I believe the smallest breed of pig grows to be... thirty kilograms? Tiny pigs are achieved by a rather barbaric practice of underfeeding, I’m afraid.” Why did he know this? Oh, right; Howard was beginning to run a zoo.

( And, he’d researched the little creatures extensively before Peggy was gifted them. But that was simply responsible. )

“I assume you will dote on them either way.” 

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ana. an-embarrassing-creature

Her eyes widened, and she let out a shocked little laugh. “Oh my word, Mr. Jarvis. I…” she blinked at him, not sure how to respond to that. She ended up burying her face in the crook of his neck, chuckling until she was able to ask curiously, “Do I even want to ask why it is that you appear to have contemplated murder at some point?” Her smile widened as she added, “Unless Mr. Stark would’ve been your victim; then I suppose I can understand.”

“You’ve never contemplated it, darling?” he questioned as he rubbed his hand up and down her spine. “I must contemplate it daily, mostly when Mr. Stark adds another member to the zoo he’s accumulating.” He wouldn’t really kill Howard, of course, but the man could be very frustrating at times. 

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