Jarvis who has seen through everything

"Shit!"

Tony slammed his phone onto the couch with a curse.

Steve on the side blinked and asked, "Tony? What's wrong with you?"

"Deadpool!" Tony kept walking back and forth, yelling: "That useless guy! He took my reward but didn't complete the task!——"

"Deadpool?" Steve frowned.

Steve didn't have a good impression of Deadpool, especially the extremely deep impression he had when he saw Deadpool for the first time-having an affair with Banner or something.

Steve shuddered, it tasted so bad.

And as an upright old Popsicle, I really don't like Deadpool who is too obscene and violent, and I have always worried that Deadpool will teach children badly.

Tony paced around the living room irritably, looking like he was about to explode.

"What task did you give him?" Steve asked.

Tony paused, "...I asked him to bring Jarvis back."

Steve immediately dissatisfied: "You asked him to pick up Jarvis?!——"

"Yeah, yeah——" Tony said: "That guy is shameless and unreasonable; he is the best candidate."

"But he will lead Jarvis down!" Steve said, "What if Jarvis is led down by him?!"

"Oh my God, Jarvis won't do it!" Tony waved his hand, "He's not young anymore! He won't learn to be bad!"

Steve stood up, "Since he has grown up, he should have his own life, he has a job now, you can't forcefully bring him back for your own selfish desire!"

Tony looked at him incredulously, "I'm incredible?"

Steve nodded, "You should let him be independent."

"He stayed in the UK for a year, isn't he independent enough?" Tony retorted: "And what kind of work can he not do in New York? He has to go to the FBI to work as a low salary and often work overtime... What behavioral analyst?"

"Those reporters are right! You are the worst child abuser I have ever seen!" Steve couldn't bear it anymore.

"My son is in control?" Tony yelled, "Shouldn't my son come home for his birthday?!"

Steve paused, looking at Tony, "Jarvis's birthday?"

"Aha! Look, you smug old Popsicle, you don't even remember Jarvis' birthday!" Tony snorted.

"Oh, my God, sorry." Steve's expression immediately became awkward, "I actually didn't remember all of your birthdays."

"..." Tony was silent for a moment, then said dryly, "Me too."

"But I remembered Jarvis's!" He immediately raised his chin and shouted again.

Steve rubbed his face, "Okay, but it's wrong to drag Jarvis from his job just because of his birthday."

Tony glared at him.

Steve had no choice but to soften his tone, and said: "You and I both know that as a special person, there is no holiday, the villain will never give up making trouble just because it is your birthday, and we will always give up something , to defend what we hold dear, that's why we're called superheroes, and that's why we're Avengers."

Tony stared at him for a while, his two big caramel eyes looked a little aggrieved, and finally he threw himself on the sofa in frustration, rubbed his hair, and said dryly:

"Fuck—but I still want to give Jarvis a birthday party."

Steve: "...Me too"

……

Because of the failure of Deadpool's mission, Tony immediately canceled his position in the FBI, so after getting the photos and videos from Jarvis, Deadpool had to go away.

The day after Deadpool left, the BAUs received another case. It was a serial dismemberment case in Seattle. The murderer was a severe split personality, cruel but illogical, so the second day BAU arrived in Seattle. caught him.

"Let's go have dinner together at night." Back at Quantico, Morgan proposed enthusiastically: "I asked JJ, at least we won't have any tasks until tomorrow morning, I know a good Chinese restaurant, I'm going to try it ?"

"Okay." Al raised his hand, "Count me in."

Jarvis raised his head and said with a smile, "No problem."

"Although I have never been to China, according to statistics, the Chinese food in American Chinese restaurants is generally not authentic..." Reid paused and said, "Um... I mean, yes, I will go too. .”

"Good, let me ask Garcia." Morgan turned and walked towards Garcia's office.

Al put his arms on the table, propped his chin with one hand, and turned the pen with the other, staring at the information on the table and frowning. Suddenly, Morgan's cell phone rang on the next table.

Al took a look, stood up, picked up his phone and walked towards Garcia's office.

Before she could open the door, Morgan opened it first and walked out.

Al handed him the phone, "No, your phone."

"Oh, thank you." Morgan thanked, took the phone, and pressed the connect button, "Hello?"

Al waved his hand and walked back to his place.

"Chris?" Morgan exclaimed in surprise.

Al paused and turned his head back.

Morgan's expression froze, and he smiled awkwardly at Al, and Al would smile back at him.

Morgan turned and walked out of the office with the phone in hand.

Al pouted, and walked back to his place.

In the corridor, Morgan found a corner and concentrated on making calls.

"You're coming to America?" Morgan exclaimed, "My God, why?"

"Oh! My God! I know I know—"

"...yes, I have spare rooms, but—"

Before he could say the refusal, the phone on the other side was hung up, leaving Morgan with only a beep.

Morgan's expression was numb for a while, and then he put the phone in his pocket fiercely, cursed something in a low voice, and then opened the door and returned to the office.

When he entered the office again, he had already adjusted his expression.

……

The Chinese restaurant recommended by Morgan was just two streets away from the FBI headquarters. After work, several people drove there.

It wasn't too early for a few people to come, and the restaurant was already full.

"Why don't we pack it and go back to eat?" Garcia suggested.

"That's the only way to go..." Al shrugged and said helplessly.

Several people waited for a long time before they got the food they ordered, and they walked back to the car with the packed food.

"I don't want to go back to the office for dinner," Morgan said, wrinkling his nose.

"Then go to my house." Jarvis suggested, "It's not far from here."

"Good idea!" Morgan nodded, "I've wanted to see it for a long time."

Jarvis did live not far from here, for he lived in the wealthy part of downtown Quantico.

"Hey! Look at that house, there must be a party there." Garcia sat in the car and saw several expensive sports cars parked in front of one of the villas in front of him with sharp eyes, and the villa was brightly lit.

Jarvis paused, "Yeah, there was a party there, but I don't know when I had a party in the house."

"Wait, you mean, that's your house?" JJ asked.

Jarvis nodded.

Morgan frowned, "Are all thieves so bold now?"

As he spoke, he put his hand on the gun at his waist.

"I'm afraid it's not a thief." Jarvis smiled suddenly, "I'm afraid it's Tony and the others."

"Oh my god! Is it Iron Man?" Rhett asked excitedly.

"Yes, there is one thing I didn't tell you." Jarvis said: "Today is my birthday, I think they are here to hold a birthday party for me."

"God, we didn't know that," Garcia exclaimed. "I didn't even have a present for you."

"Happy birthday, Jarvis, but you should have told us earlier." Morgan said.

Jarvis chuckled, "It's not too late to say now."

The car parked in the open space in front of the house.

Not only Tony and Steve, everyone in the Avengers did not want to miss Jarvis's birthday party, so everyone discussed it and agreed that since Jarvis didn't have time to come back, they should go there.

So all the Avengers came to Quantico to prepare a birthday party for Jarvis.

"Surprise!—"

As soon as the door was opened, the long-prepared revenge groups shouted at Jarvis with gifts in their hands.

Jarvis stepped forward and gave Tony a hug.

"Thank you."

"Come on, sweetheart, we've been preparing all afternoon." Natasha looked at him and said with a smile.

Seeing Jarvis let go of Tony, Peter who was standing aside immediately went up and gave Jarvis a hug, until Tony couldn't understand him and yelled to pull him away.

Jarvis introduced his BAU colleagues to them, and then everyone walked to the center of the living room, where there was a table with a three-layer large fruit cream cake, the soft cream exudes a tempting aroma The aroma, topped with chocolate and a variety of fruit, looks appetizing.

There were 19 candles on the cake. Everyone coaxed Jarvis to make a wish. Jarvis closed his eyes with a smile.

desire?Everything he has now is a beauty that he never dared to imagine, there is nothing to expect, because he has everything, ah, wait, maybe there is a little more...

Opening his eyes, Jarvis blew out all the candles in one go.

Tony blinked at him, "Honey, what did you wish for?"

Natasha held Tony's head, "Hey! It won't work if you say your wish."

"God! Let go of my hairstyle!" Tony broke free from Natasha's clutches, and said loudly: "I must be the most undignified parent! No one! Because his son will never tell his dear Dad's little secret."

Jarvis looked at him amusedly, but remained silent.

The birthday party was very lively. After the cake was distributed, everyone gathered together in twos and threes to chat and drink. Reid walked up to Tony with a notebook and excitedly asked some questions about the machinery. Garcia seemed to want to talk to Steve. But Morgan pulled her back just in time.

Jarvis was sitting on the sofa with a wine glass in his hand, in a good mood, with a smile on his brow.

Turning around to look around, he suddenly realized that Peter was missing. Jarvis stood up to look for it, and walked to the balcony on the second floor.

On the balcony on the second floor, Peter was wearing a black suit and looked very energetic—in fact, Jarvis was surprised that Peter would be dressed like this—he sat on the balcony railing with his back to Jarvis, his legs dangling in the air. Outside, put your hands in front of you, look up at the stars, and there is still half a cake on the coffee table next to the balcony.

Jarvis paused, raised his head and drank the remaining low-alcohol cocktail in the glass, put the glass on the table beside him, walked over, patted Peter on the shoulder, leaned against the railing, and turned his head to look at Peter ,road:

"Why are you sitting here alone?"

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