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Suicide {a-heartofsteel}

This was not how it was suppose to go. There wasn’t suppose to be a knight coming to rescue him from the dragon that was Killian. To save him not only from Killian but himself too. Tony had fully expect to rot away in that place, working for Killian day in and out to pay for his habit. He thought he was going to die there. Then Jarvis came back. Not only did he come back but he got Tony out of that life. Tony should be thankful, and he was but since he tried to stop doing the drugs (which he couldn’t stay clean at all) he had started to feel worse and worse about this situation. He was a burden on Jarvis. The other man was basically supporting them both while Tony tried to get back on his feet. It wasn’t fair to him, and Tony didn’t deserve it at all.

That was why he tried to come up with a plan. He couldn’t just go back to Killian. Firstly, Killian would kill him, and secondly if he wasn’t killed Jarvis would just come fetch him again and again. He thought about checking into a rehab center but that took money that he didn’t have. His parents were dead and Obi wasn’t convinced he was on the straight yet. He couldn’t ask Jarvis for anything else. He just couldn’t. He wasn’t worth all the time an energy Jarvis put into him. That’s when it came to him. He could just…let go. He decided that was the best course of action. He needed to do it in a way that would actually work. He drug tolerance was to high now and with the little he had left he couldn’t kill himself. So, he took the little bit of drugs he still had so he could work up the courage. Then he cut his wrists.

Tony wasn’t sure what to expect to be honest. He thought maybe it’d be like going to sleep but there was a panic that did set in even though he wanted to do this. He was in the bathroom of their apartment and slump against the wall. The last thing he could remember was hearing a door open. Jarvis wasn’t suppose to be home for another few hours though…

“Fucking turn the lights off.” He whined even though he had no idea if anyone was in the room. He tipped his head to the side and tried to open his eyes again. “Hello?” He asked softly. The weight of his situation had yet to ascend on him. He didn’t realize yet just what he had tried to do or how it would affect people.

[logic-error-jarvis]

     Jarvis had started working at the fast food joint down the street in order to make ends meet, Tony really wasn’t too much of a burden financially, but the Brit wasn’t entirely convinced his parents weren’t monitoring his finances, in which case, he would likely be the next one booted out for suspected drug use. 

     The job was virtual drudge work, and far below his skill set, but Jarvis wasn’t one to complain about much of anything at the moment. Tony was safe, he was away from Killian and that life now, he was safe and with someone he knew cared about him, and for a little while, Jarvis believed that maybe, for once in either of their lives, things would actually turn out okay.

     One of his co-workers, a girl named Friday, had slipped and burned her arm in the deep fat-fryer, and that resulted in everyone being sent home for the night, honestly, Jarvis couldn’t describe anything more horrifying than the sound she made or the look of her arm when she pulled it out, until at least, he got home.

     He hung up his apron, closing the door softly behind him in case Tony had dozed off somewhere, when he didn’t find him immediately he started to look around the apartment and then-- the next half an hour was practically a blur. Jarvis nearly screaming when he saw Tony half dead and bleeding out through his wrists, the drive to the hospital he was shaking the entire time.

     And he was still shaking now. He never, ever, imagined that Tony would do this, not to himself and not to him... He knew that was selfish, he knew that was a wrong way of thinking about it, but he couldn’t be the bigger person right now. He couldn’t be the calm, rational, acclimating Jarvis, Tony had tried to kill himself, Tony had tried to kill himself in their apartment

     “Bugger off you little wanker,” the words didn’t have the animosity he’d intended, head pressed into the clinical smelling cotton sheets as he listened to the stabilizing beep of Tony’s heart monitor, he wanted to cry with relief but he’d already cried more than he would care to admit, eyes red and voice tired.

[logic-error-jarvis]

Less Than Zero

a-heartofsteel

     Almost three years since he’d been on American soil, almost 3 years of online schooling so he could finish his degree, he was one of the youngest admitted to MIT ever, and his father had basically ruined that all because of one stupid mistake. 

     It wasn’t the first time Tony talked him into going to a party with him, and for the record, Jarvis didn’t need a great deal of convincing, he’d rather be there than worry about Tony winding up roofied in the back of some guy’s car, which had almost happened, a couple times in fact. The problem was is that his parents didn’t like the idea of Jarvis getting his license before he was 18, usually Rhodey stayed sober enough to drive them both home, but he couldn’t attend that time, so Tony was the only one licensed to drive him and Jarvis home. The car flipped 3 times, it would have been trash if Jarvis hadn’t grabbed the wheel and steered them out of the way from the semi they were going to hit, but he wasn’t about to tell his father that. 

     Tony experienced some minor trauma, a few bruises and scrapes, Jarvis broke his arm when the air bags went off and that was when Edward Thompson decided his son needed to be the hell away from Tony Stark. 

     Jarvis wasn’t one to go against his father, though one might suggest just befriending Tony would constitute rebellion, but in this case, he had had no real options, he was 17 and his parents were liable to have him locked up in a mental institute if he showed any sign of wanting to stay in the United States, so he went willingly. Than Tony’s parents died.

     It wouldn’t take a genius to know what that would do to him and Jarvis begged to be allowed to come here, they made him pay for the plane ticket himself, but the important part was that he was here now. Pausing at the door, he took a deep breath... maybe he should have called ahead? What if Tony didn’t want to see him at all-- and that was when the door swung open and before him was Obadiah.

     “Jarvis?” he tilted his head, “Holy hell, you’re a sight for sore eyes.”

     Jarvis cleared his throat, though he couldn’t help but feel slightly out of place, “I would like to see Tony, is he here?” he tried.

     The laugh that Stane uttered at that was genuinely cringe worthy, especially in the context he was about to give it, “Tony? Try under a few bridges, if he’s not dead by now that is. Or Killian.”

[logic-error-jarvis]

"Jay.. what are the symptoms of depression?" He asked quietly tossing a ball to one of the bots

     “Feelings of sadness, pessism, hopelessness, loss of interest in usually enjoyable activities, lack of energy, frequent thoughts of death, trouble concentrating and unexplained physical problems... the mental health field is always in constant debate over what constitutes true symptoms, sir,” he shrugged lightly, “May I ask why you’ve suddenly taken interest?” 

[logic-error-jarvis]

A Series of Unfortunate Events

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glowingmetalheart:

Tony laid back, giving a small smile. "You're talking to the guy who wrote the book on rocks and hard places." He gave a little cough and winced at the strain it put on his chest. "You're a much better man for trying to help me, at least."

Soon after, the nurse walked in with a plate of hospital food, no better than a TV dinner. But Tony would take anything at this point.

    Jarvis gave a slight wince in sympathy before shrugging somewhat, "Not really," he said, "I just happened to be in the right place at the right time- or the wrong one, as some may look at it." he really didn't think much of it, he helped because he happened to be awake, he had a phone, and the medical bills weren't outside of his budget by any means.

    When the nurse came in, Jarvis politely shuffled a bit to the side, "I'm just glad I got there when I did."

[logic-error-jarvis]

More Than Just Binary Code

imjustthemechanic

    So, perhaps he was a bit sleep deprived, but 30 years of acute insomnia- (long before Ultron, New York or even Afghanistan), should have left his body accustomed to it. There was no excuse for this utter mutiny, usually he only fell asleep when he wasn’t working, at social events when he couldn’t get out of them. There was a reason why he left those kind of things to Ms. Potts.

   The point was he shouldn't be dozing off in his chair in the workshop, of course he was jerked rather abruptly from that by the sound of what could only be some type of explosion. He nearly fell out of his seat, making sure the band on his wrist was firmly in place so he could summon his suit should he need to before making a motion to stand.

   “TONY, I’m going to need a status report- now.” he commanded his AI.

    -A very insistent salesman or an intruder with access to some kind of a EMP generator, the readings are of the charts, Jay.-

    Okay, not good. 

[logic-error-jarvis]

”I think you’ve deserved the evening off. I know you’re overheated, go bathe.”

Slavery Starters / Accepting

          For a moment, Jarvis was genuinely concerned that he was hearing things, things with Master Stark were never exactly bad, but he always had to conclude his work before anything else. That was what he was bought to do, but Mr. Stark was away, and that meant his young ward was, of course, in charge of the house.

         “Of course, sir, as you wish.”

[logic-error-jarvis]

A Series Of Unfortunate Events

glowingmetalheart

      This whole thing had been a nightmare. It was less than three weeks ago when Jarvis found out that his sister Friday had died- courtesy of your friendly neighborhood drunk driver, and while the man responsible was sentenced for negligent manslaughter, it wasn’t satisfying to him in the slightest. Friday was the only family he had left- Well, that wasn’t exactly true.

       “Donny, stop,” he murmured, not even looking in the child’s direction as he placed his hand on his calves, trying to get him to stop swinging his legs while he read. That had been another surprise, realizing that even though Friday hadn’t seen nor hide or hair of him for almost 3 years, that she hadn’t changed Donny’s godparent. He didn’t have full custody yet, but he was on the right track to get it. Picking up his entire life and moving to New York, to the United States seemed to be at least a good sign for his dedication on this issue.

        Donny’s case worker (what was her name again? Virginia something, he left the card in his other pants) had been insistent that this was the best thing for Donny, moving him into a new environment after everything that happened would simply be too much for the young boy to handle. Was it really good for him either? At least Mr. Stane was happy, he’d been trying to get Jarvis to move to the American division for nearly a year now- and Friday still had a two months lease on this place. 

        Their taxi came to a stop, and they stumbled out, Donny grabbed his lunch bag from the floor and Jarvis got just about everything else. The rest of his luggage would be moved, soon, courtesy of Stane Industries.

        “Well, home sweet home, I suppose,” Jarvis said, glancing to where Donny wasn’t. No Donny was over offering french fries to a man in the alley.

[logic-error-jarvis]

My Attitude, Sir?

 glowingmetalheart

         “Everybody out!” even without years of training behind most of them, they needed no further prompting. Men, women, some even younger than himself stumbling up and moving out to shuffle the order of a quick, single file line. Jarvis himself, stood, but remained by the wagon’s fabric covering, it was not as if he wasn’t in a rush to get out, the smell of this place alone was enough to warrant the reaction from his fellow commodities, but he knew no good would come of piling on each other like wild animals.

         Once the crowd had thinned a bit, he took his place in line, raising his bound hands to shield his eyes from the sun as he stepped out. Sunlight. It had been a while, 36 days, roughly, by his count, but some of those were based solely on when they fed them, and that wasn’t always consistent. 

         “You, there!”

          He blinked from his daze, lowering his hands down as he regarded his handlers with a blank expression, “At your service, sir,” he replied almost mechanically, anticipating the coming order and continuing the path down the ramp. An auction, how... colorful. he mused silently, but he received the cuff to his shoulder the same as if he had spoken. It wasn’t all that hard, but heh, malnutrition and exhaustion does funny things to people, and it sent him tripping and then falling backwards.

          “I don’t like your attitude,” the man said, Jarvis winced at the feeling of gravel clinging to his bare skin as he picked himself up so he was at least in a half sitting position, his brow knitted together as he looked up at the slaver.

          “My attitude, sir?” he questioned, his voice that of perfect, feigned, submissive confusion as people began to look at them, the slaver gave a huff and started to step away, before tripping on the chains from Jarvis’ ankles. The slave held back a snort of laughter. Quit while you’re ahead, Jarvis. Of course, that wasn’t what happened, “As always, sir, it is a genuine pleasure watching you work.”