angelsroost | Technologic

Tony knew his calculations were good, but he was checking the equipment as much as Sam was checking his phone. All their hard work, and suddenly now was the hour. God, that sounded pretentious.

"Okay. So. Let's do this. JARVIS, you ready?"

Okay, so he was worrying about JARVIS. It wasn't every day that you submitted your first-born child to an experimental bio-technical procedure.

JARVIS was nervous, to say the least. Even if it was only a computer-based line of code and not an actual emotion, the computer program had seen the emotion enough to replicate it. It would be his first time leaving home, the only home that he really knew and belonged in - the computer system.

He watched the portal before him, the teal eyes lit up by the brightness of it. All he had to do was step through with Sam.

Still he at least had contact with Sir, who was waiting just on the other side for him. For both of them. "Honestly, I'm quite afraid, Sir," he admitted and let his hands tighten into fists. "There's no time quite like the present though..."

There's a bit of a time delay, Sam knew, but hearing the weird echoing quality of Tony's voice was a trip. Still, the bright light of the Portal was right there. Quorra certainly didn't have this much trouble. She'd been glued to Sam like a barnacle.

Without commenting on it Sam reached down to take the taller AI's hand and give am encouraging squeeze.

"C'mon, then. It's really not that bad."

That hand is then getting used to tow JARVIS into the Portal while the other is then removing zSam's disk and holding it up, above his head in the classic pose, but in this case it was specifically for the Portal to read the data it contained.

Tony bit his lip as JARVIS's voice came out if the speakers. And then the laser was lighting up, and Tony stood back and closed his eyes as the glow reached incandescent.

The glow faded, and Tony slitted his eyes open warily. Through the after-images, he could see Sam and a taller man standing side by side, and he only just thought to check that the laser was definitely done and on standby before stepping forward. "JARVIS?" he breathed, awe on his face as he looked up at his AI made flesh. Looking aside at Sam for a moment, Tony hoped that the naked gratitude on his face was conveying the multitude of thanks Tony wanted to give him for enabling this moment.

Tingly.

Not what JARVIS was expecting.

He felt the Portal's light rushing around him, pulling and pulling at him until there was no where for him to go but up into it. Eyes closed against the harshness of that light until it died away.

Feet were planted firmly on a hard surface and he could feel Sam shifting next to him. Still wearing the black suit stylized like a catsuit with the teal circuits embedded to it, Jarvis opened his eyes. He was pale and tall, hair covered with fuzzy blonde hair. His eyes were a bright color, the same teal that colored all of Tony's personal electronic devices.

"Sir?" he questioned after a beat, looking around at his surroundings. It felt so strange to be able to look. He couldn't zoom in on anything or scan it, but see it how Sam and Tony saw things. With actual optic nerves registering and sending the pictures to his mind.

His mind.

A deep breath of air was sucked in as he tried to take in everything as the realization hit him. He was seeing, feeling, experiencing everything all in one go. Air was filling his lungs and causing the muscles to expand and contract. His heart was starting to pump blood through the body faster as the adrenaline picked up. His mind was working faster with unanswered questions rapid-firing through it. "Sir- Sir--" He choked out, stumbling backwards as his mind was careening into overload.

It was no problem for Sam to be digitized again, and even came right back to the same place he'd been before. Tony was right there, and looking about as cautiously hopeful as a person could look.

And then there was JARVIS. Looking much the same way he did on the Grid only without the glow of lit circuits, or black schlera, wires, or the arc reactor...and very obviously starting to hyperventilate.

Shit. Sam should have seen this one coming though Quorra had handled her transition from Program to User with excited hyperventilating, and some tears of joy. Then again, her experience was completely different from JARVIS', so it's not really right to compare them. Sam still got behind the (as it turns out) much taller JARVIS so he wouldn't collide with the laser or knock anything loose that weren't supposed to be. Sam's touch stayed light against JARVIS' shoulders as he spoke. But it's the Iron Man suit itself that freaks Sam out, so blue eyes glance around JARVIS' shoulder (apparently Tony really is gonna be the only one shorter than Sam) at a bit of a loss as to how to proceed.

"Respiratory and pulmonary functions automatic to shell design. Other functions may become relevant but A single blink is determined by the forceful closing of the eyelid or inactivation of the levator palpebrea superioris and the activation of the orbicularis oculi, not the full open and close. It is an essential function of the eye that helps spread tears across and remove irritants from the surface of the cornea and conjunctiva. Visual input is processed in this fashion with both right and left needed to process width and depth."

Crap.

Tony stepped closer to JARVIS, seeing the familiar signs of panic on his face (his face!), and grateful for Sam's intervention. He reached up, pressing warm fingertips to JARVIS's cheek, giving him something to focus on.

"J, look at me. Concentrate on how my fingers feel. Listen to Sam's voice. That's good. Now, breathe with me." He inhaled deliberately, held it for a second or two, then blew it out slowly. Again and again, creating a pattern for the AI-turned-human to match.

Why hadn't Tony thought of this and prepped for it? Well, J was here now, and they had to work with what they had available.

Jarvis could feel the blood pounding in his chest, in his ears, and he tried to focus on both men speaking to him. What he was feeling was normal. It was okay. Sam was right - the functions he was currently experiencing came with the new body he was inhabiting, and things like breathing, blinking, were absolutely normal. Needed.

He sinks to the touch on his shoulders, moving down to crouch and get stabilized. Too much all in one go and the former AI feels an urge to pull away from the touch Sam is giving him.

In fact, Jarvis twitches in recoil at the feeling of warm fingers to his cheeks. It's so familiar yet unfamiliar all at once. Everything in his mind focused to the feeling of both pairs of hands settled on him, and locked eyes with Tony.

Breathe in, breathe out. Mimic Mr. Stark. He found the pattern easily and slowly both men would feel Jarvis relax under their touches.

"I-I'm sorry. Overload. It was overload," which was something Jarvis had been programmed to avoid at all costs. But how could you avoid it if you had no control over it?

Honestly Sam was just trying to keep J from backing right up until he tripped over some wires, or worse, the laser. The term JARVIS just used struck Sam as hilarious but this would be a very weird time to start snickering. Anyway Sam knew what he meant.

"It's cool. If anything, it's my bad. I should have thought about that--"

And speaking of not thinking ahead well enough, Sam realized now that he was a little calmer, JARVIS still had the black all-purpose Grid suit on. None of the circuitry was lit, of course, and in parts it could at least pass for a motorcycle suit design, but it did not have any kind of zippers, buttons, clasps, or any kind of way to get it off short of cutting it off and it's dang sturdy stuff in places. Sam had learned that one with Quorra too. He tried for modesty at first, and ended up tugging one way while she tugged the other with both her hands planted on his shoulders and he still had to make a 2 am run for gardening shears just to cut those stupid leggings off of her.

Right now he just lets his forehead rest against JARVIS' shoulder.

"...I also should have told you to strip naked."

"Sorry, J, I should have thought about it t . . . wait, what?"

For the first time, Tony stops looking at Jarvis' face, taking his fingers away, and examines the outfit he'd arrived in. "Wow, they don't believe in zippers on the Grid, do they? Okay, uh, pocketknife, got it here somewhere . . . ah, there."

On the surface, Tony's pocket knife resembles a mid-range Swiss army knife, with a screwdriver set and mini-saw and file and bottle opener attachments, among others. It also has two blades, a long and a short one.

However, given that Tony had manufactured it himself, it was a little more high-tech under the red and gold outer layers. The blades - in fact, all of the tools - are made of tantalum carbide. Stronger than steel, sharper than broken glass, and probably more than capable of removing whatever the suit was made of.

"J, we're going to have to cut the suit off you. Okay? It might be a bit overwhelming, I'm not sure how much sensory input this thing is blocking, but you're going to need to take it off sooner or later. Are you okay with that?"

Looking from Jarvis to Sam, he adds, "Sam, please tell me you have spare clothes, I don't think mine are going to fit him."

Jarvis looked from Sam to Tony as they talked about the suit and how it was going to have to go. What was wrong with it? It fit fine (perfectly really) and it was the only thing he had. What else would he wear?

A nod. "Will you cease or slow if I ask? I...I don't think it will be terrible, since I can feel the suit I'm wearing right now."

He looks to Sam. "Will the suit not suffice to wear here?" How come Sam didn't have his on when he came back through the Portal? His gaze goes from Sam then to the suit around him. He lifted his arms, marveling in how those were made of real flesh and blood, that there were now muscles to make up for the lack of programming he had. One hand went to his covered wrist, gently pressing two fingers across it.

A pulse. A real pulse there. Those same fingers went up to his neck and felt there. Just like the wrist - he could feel the firm beat of life there, too. "A-a pulse."

The blue eyes widened. "A pulse," he looked between the two of them, with a mixture of awe and excitement on his face. "My own pulse!"

Sam had found a way of getting a default no matter where he loaded.

He had a tendency to stand out like a white flag at a black light party while he was on the Grid, but to hear some of the Programs tell it he stood out anyway, so letting the Sirens design and dress him made the rest of the denizens feel like they had a say in what he did on that side.

Here he usually showed up in whatever he was wearing when he went in. Today it's his his Galaga t-shirt, a pair of jeans, and heavier boots for motorcycle riding.

"The suit looks like we poured rubber on you and carved funny shapes into it before it was done drying all the way."

...okay so maybe the mental image of pouring things over JARVIS wasn't such a good idea right now.

"Hey they cut my clothes off me the first time, but if you need to stop, then I'll definitely stop. and I'll make Tony stop if I have to."

Which Sam highly doubted and was said mostly to tease Tony since Sam didn't look up at him as he grabbed his phone up off the edge of the desk with a smirk. He did glace up at the exclamation about a pulse, but only gave a 'that's nice' smile, and went back to sending a text.

Quorra was busy exploring New York. Sam still didn't like the idea of her going off on her own, but armed with credit cards and a subway map she pointed out that she was going whether he liked it or not. At least texting her the simple message of "J turned out to be about 6'3". My clothes = no good, Tony's clothes = def. no good. Pick up jeans, t-shirts, shoes, etc. for J?

"Well you might have to deal with stuff from the Gap sent back because there's no way Q is cutting her trip short."

Tony rolled his eyes at Sam, then turned back to Jarvis. "J, I promise I will stop if you ask me to. But we have to get it off you because you have human biology under there now, and it'll get really uncomfortable if you start sweating. Also, you have a human digestive system, and you'll need to pee at some point. Can't do that with the rubber suit in the way." Then Jarvis' exclaimation made him smile fondly. "Yeah, buddy. Your very own pulse. Heart and everything."

He holds up the knife. "I'm using my pocket knife, okay? You helped me make this, I know you know what it is. Stay as still as you can, I'm going to start by slicing the top half open where a jacket zipper would be."

He slowly extends the knife to just under Jarvis' chin, at the top of the suit collar. "Sam, tell Q I'll have Pepper take her shopping on my credit card, just please come back with some clothes before I have to smuggle him naked into the car. Which, granted, would not be the first time I've had naked passengers."

Jarvis let himself breathe out, practicing what he just learned from Tony. Breathe in...hold it... breathe out. He looks to the knife and yes, it's familiar, he knows it. Helped create it with planning and creation of it. Vibranium made instead of general stainless steel that others made.

No, this was a Stark creation and one of a kind.

"I believe that the store 'Big and Tall', sirs, from what I can remember of the store." Not that Tony really needed it, but there was a shop located next to the Men's Wearhouse so the information was there in case.

Once again, another look between the two men before straightening up, putting his arms out, and standing as still as he could manage with his chin up. "I wouldn't want to impose on Miss Quorra--"

Sam snorted an outright laugh at that, even as he busily exchanged texts with the other AI in question.

"impose on Q, ha--oh, wait, you were probably being serious. Er, sorry. It's cool, she was already in a cab anyway, so it's no big deal to make extra stops. She also said hi and insists that at some point she gets a cellphone picture of you in one of those godawful 'I Heart N Y' t-shirts."

Sam ginned and set the phone back on the desk.

"Probably because I refused to do it."

Sam had stayed well out of the way while Tony had that blade next to skin, but once it was snapped closed again, both Sam's hand's were on one side, while Tony's were on the other. And if that knife's edge had been sharp or not, trying to peel back both sides at once worked about as well as trying to wiggle out of a wetsuit the same way. Sam's laugh stays self-deprecating as he waves Tony on.

"Okay. New plan. That side first."

"Good plan." He flicked the blade out once again, warning Jarvis where he was going to move. First, he ran a line around the former program's waist, separating the top half from the bottom. Then he sliced it apart following the long line of his arms from neck to wrist. It would be easy enough to get the top off after that.

Re-sheathing the blade, Tony pocketed it and nodded to Sam. "Move your arms out straight behind you, J. Like this, see?" He held his own out in demonstration, arms pointing back on a diagonal towards the floor, elbow joints at 180 degrees, fingers and palms in line with his arms. Essentially, the easiest pose that he could stand in for them to take off the very clingy rubber substitute.

Jarvis gave Sam a look that could have only meant 'of course I was serious about that'. Not amused by the laughter there, Sam. "I protest wearing one of those shirts, Sam. I don't think they're really my fashion type."

From what he had seen of what Sir would wear and various fashion blogs and posts, he was rather fond of the way suits looked. Then there was the semi-casual look with slacks and polos... yes, that look would do nicely.

He held very still as the knife came around with the hint of the cool metal barely noticed as it went. As the suit came free of his body, it was obvious that his time in the computer was spent being active. The form he too was rather honed, probably from the dashes through the Grid to get his various tasks done. It was tough work to keep up with Tony after all!

Jarvis moves to mimic the way Tony's posed, looking a little curious as to what they were going to do. "I trust we will be doing something similar with the suit around my legs as well?"

"JARVIS, those shirts are nobodies' fashion sense. Unless you're Ed, and wearing one "ironically"."

Said complete with both hands coming up to make finger quotes. Of course Sam doubted either JARVIS or Tony would know who Edward Dillinger Jr was, but still making a mental note about it.

Seriously wishing he'd had that pocketknife too, holy cow. That Grid suit stuff was tougher than a tire to cut through, and even brand new gardening shears were dulled by the time poor Quorra managed to get out of hers. The moment J said something about cutting that stuff off his legs, Sam couldn't help a very quiet snicker, then made an 'after you' motion at Tony. Crossing his arms, Sam remained smiling as he looked at JARVIS.

"Probably. But whatever you do? Don't sneeze."

"Or unless you're a tourist in the big city for the first time and you think it'll make a great souvenir. Terrible decision, trust me."

Tony's knife, against all expectations born of inferior steel, was still sharp. Tantalum carbide vibrainum alloy kicked serious ass. "Yes, J, we're getting the rest off. Sam, please tell me you have a towel or a blanket or something, I don't want Jarvis to freeze in his first hour being human. Or sneeze."

Carefully, Tony peeled the top half of the outfit off so that Jarvis wouldn't be left with the odd feeling of half-destroyed clothes, then knelt to one side of the taller man and opened up his knife again. "J, I'm going to slice a line down where the outside seam on a pair of pants would be, on both legs. They should just fall off after that. Ready?"

Jarvis, of course, was hardly a tourist. He had seen almost as much of the world as Tony had!

He was quite still under both pairs of hands after wiggling out of the top, baring the pale skin for them both to see. With it fully off of him now, it was clear that Jarvis hadn't entirely left his Program-self behind. On his chest there was a mark right over is heart.

A mark in the same shape as the reactor. It was almost tattoo-like, though instead of black ink it was the teal that had a semi-subtle glow to it. Jarvis didn't seem to notice though as Tony moved to kneel and explained what was going on.

His feet moved apart and he chanced a look back at Sam. "You wouldn't happen to have anything in teal or white, would you sir?"

"Uh..."

At the moment, Sam had his back turned while Tony cut the rest of JARVIS' suit off of him, hands on his hips while he toed through the various blankets that wrapped the laser for transport.

"It's not like there's really going to be much to chose from on color."

Knowing people in high places came with perks, but shipping and handling was not one of them. Whatever knucklehead they'd had to get the original decommissioned laser did a decent enough job... except they used black blankets, and at least one had the old Encom logo in bright red plastered through the middle. So of course that's the longest.

Sometimes Sam wondered if his life was some sort of cosmic joke.

Grabbing that blanket up with a huff, Sam shook it out and turned around-- then stopped. Coming closer, a bit hesitantly, Sam frowned at the apparent sub-dermal glow. Okay, JARVIS hasn't been human long enough to be showing glowy like that.

"...Hey Tony. You Seeing this?"

"Seeing. Still working on believing," Tony said, only halfway paying attention to Sam's words. "That's an arc reactor. Or at least the image of one. I wonder how deep it goes?"

It didn't seem to be hurting Jarvis, at least. Tony reached up as if to touch it, hovering his fingertips over skin and sketching it in the air. "Yeah, you're definitely a Stark, J." There was a smile of wonder on his face before he realised that the man standing before him was probably getting cold.

"Sam, got that blanket? I'll order some white and teal ones in for him later."

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Jarvis' head snapped around to look right at Tony with those words - familiar words from the attack on New York. There was a surprised look that he remembered it, though no visual in his memory came with it. Strange.

Teal eyes looked down to watch Tony's hands hover and sketch close to his own skin. Goosebumps were forming on his arms as the chill continued to cover his torso since his legs were still covered.

"It is getting a little chill in here, Sir." Those eyes went to Sam, seeming to light up at the blanket. Yes, blanket! Used for warmth and comfort. He would like that, please. With awkward steps as he became accustomed to how gravity felt working against and with the body, he tried to close some of the distance between himself and Sam.

"If I may have it please, s-- Sam?"

Sam absently handed JARVIS the blanket and went from frowning at JARVIS' chest to looking dubious as he crossed his arms and looked the now-human AI straight on.

"Does that, like...hurt you or something? Because we're not talking about an implant, here. We're talking about a human body containing one of those. Won't that hurt him?

The second question is posed to Tony, since he was the expert on Arc Reactors. Then Sam's phone chimes, indicating Quorra's sending him another text. Probably to tell Sam she's come by and dropped off a whole bunch of guys clothes in the lobby. Sam was still worried so he was waiting to see what Tony said first.

Baby's first steps. Tony wondered if all parents felt this combination of proud and anxious, though Jarvis was far more sensible and communicative than he figured a toddler would be.

"Depends. Could be just a surface marking, J did help me build the arc reactors. He'd have had the specs on file. If it's something more . . . well, as long as it's not running on palladium, it's probably not going to kill him."

He'd lasted years with one in his own chest, after all.

"Let's ask the man himself. Jarvis, are you having any difficulty breathing? Does your chest hurt at all?"

Oh, soft. Soft? SOFT. Oh, oh, oh. Jarvis could get accustomed to things feeling like this and he didn't hesitate to wrap it around himself. It wasn't warm, but it was already keeping the chill of his skin.

His fascination with the blanket took him out of the conversation for a few minutes as they discussed the reactor image on his chest, and whether or not it was detrimental to him.

Finally he looked up as Sam asked if it hurt, and then Tony asking pretty much the same thing.

"No, I believe everything is in order. Perhaps we should do a physical to see if it's true?" Jarvis put a hand to his chest, trying to feel what was a human heartbeat underneath it. It was warm, pulsing to continue his existence in this form as he stood there covered in a soft blanket and the remains of his Grid suit on his legs.

"I think that's probably a good idea."

Sam still sounded dubious, but went ahead and checked his phone, it was Quorra.

"I'll be back."

Though when he does come back it's with boxes stacked pall the way to his chin, and the string handles of bags all along both arms. And this is just the first trip.

It's way over the top, and Sam had the sneaking suspicion that as soon as Q walked in, she told some salesperson she had no idea what to get, and she just bought everything in the right size the oh-so-friendly sales people showed her.

Sam dreaded what his statement was going to look like,

Relax, Sam, Tony was picking up the bill for this.

"Easier to do a physical upstairs where the actual medical bay is," Tony said absently. While Sam was upstairs, he divested Jarvis of the remains of his rubber Gridsuit and put his pocket knife away. Standing up and stepping back, he looked Jarvis over, a hint of the pride and wonder of having his AI stand in front of him coming back to his expression.

"You like that blanket? Okay, so soft and warm for clothes. That's - wow, Sam, did she buy out the store?"

Jarvis helps gets the rest of the suit off as best as he can, even letting the blanket drop to get both hands free at some point. Underwear is not a thing in the Grid for programs, but there's no shame from Jarvis since he wasn't molded with those expectations of himself.

That and he had seen Sir enough times through a computer lens as an AI to not really mind nudity.

The blanket is picked back up and held to his chest like a kid with his comforting blanket and regarding Tony with his own awed expression.

Now that the anxiety and panic of being a human had passed, it was... different to see Tony like this, without the aid of a computer's camera. In fact, he leans in close to get a better look... then Tony looks to Sam as the other comes down with bags weighed on both arms.

He straightens up, still holding the blanket, and watches Sam and Tony's interactions about the purchases. "I wish she hadn't - I didn't want to be too much trouble..."

In fact, if one of them had told Jarvis he'd be fine just wrapping the blanket around his waist, he'd probably settle for that. Until he figured out he couldn't do his normal duties with it's interference that is.

JARVIS that is silly. Both the idea that either Sam or Tony would let you go anywhere at all like that, and that you are somehow being a both. And hey, if Tony wanted to foot the bill, that was A-okay fine with Sam. It wasn't about the money anyway (Sam could more than have afforded it) it's the attention that it would attract.

After the second armload that looked pretty much like the first, the tips of Sam's ears were turning pink by proxy. He was embarrassed by how much Quorra got, and possibly a tiny bit unsettled. Not by the nudity thing, because lets face it, there's nothing there he hadn't seen in the mirror before. It was the vulnerability of holding the blanket to his chest like that. So that was disturbing. And Sam was going to keep his eyes pointedly on the bags and boxes.

"Pffft. Yeah, right, you try telling Quorra she 'doesn't need to'or that 'you don't want to be a bother' and see how well that goes for you. Anyway she may just have bought the whole store? There's some teal and white in here...unless you're sticking with the blanket."

Yes he's teasing, but Sam still hasn't looked up yet, He's been too busy fishing a plastic-sealed bag of boxers, another of socks, then hesitating over what clothes...

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Sorry for the delay, got caught up in stuff.

No worries of course!

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Once more, with the right account @ _ @

Part of why I waited to tag bb (Another is internet went down)

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