Jarvis who has seen through everything

It was getting late, and the fine rain in the sky finally stopped.

It was the rush hour after get off work, and the two of them were stuck in a traffic jam on the way to take a taxi. After finally arriving at the London airport, the two rushed in.

"Huh—" Peter took a breath, "It's okay, it's okay, I'm not late."

Jarvis looked at the time, and Harry would arrive in 5 minutes. He straightened his wrinkled coat.

There were people coming and going in the airport, and the lights in the lobby were lit up, reflecting the darkness outside.

After a while, as the radio in the airport sounded, the quiet people became restless.

Jarvis and Peter waited by the exit.

Probably because of the fact that Harry was flying in first class, he was the first to get out with the suitcase.

As soon as he came out, Harry saw the two people standing in the front, his eyes lit up, and he quickened his pace.

"Peter! Jarvis!"

Peter showed a big smile, he took two steps forward, opened his arms and was about to give his good friend a warm hug, when Harry threw the suitcase to Peter directly, and then hugged Jarvis.

"..." It really is his good friend, really, not pretentious.

Harry let go of Jarvis, then patted Peter on the shoulder, and said with a smile, "I haven't seen you for more than a week, why is your fat face so round?"

Peter stared, "Nonsense, how is it possible."

"Yo, you still don't admit it." Harry laughed at him, "You look fat, ask Jarvis if you don't believe me."

Peter looked at Jarvis.

Jarvis nodded cruelly and said, "It's fat."

Peter raised his head and touched his face, "No way, I can still gain weight..."

Jarvis suppressed a smile, "Yes, you can."

"Okay, let's go." Harry grabbed Peter's shoulders and turned him around. "I'm almost exhausted after sitting on the plane for so long. I need to rest."

Peter pushed the suitcase, "We tidied up the room for you, so let's live in our apartment."

"of course."

……

The taxi at the airport was always easy to get, and the three of them took the taxi back to their apartment on Baker Street.

After taking out the key to open the door, Peter went in and took out a pair of brand new black cotton slippers for Harry from the shoe cabinet in the entrance, and helped him put his luggage in the room.

Looking at the apartment, Harry picked up a framed photo in front of the TV cabinet and looked at it. It was a photo of Peter and Jarvis in front of the gate of the University of London. Peter put his arms around Jarvis's shoulders and smiled. foolish.

"You guys look pretty good." Harry put down the photo frame and said, "It looks quite comfortable."

"After all, I'm going to live here for a year." Jarvis went to the kitchen and brought out cookies and put them on the table, "Try it."

"I'd like to bake some pizza tonight, some chicken wings, and cream of mushroom soup, what do you think?"

Harry was picking up the cookie and was about to stuff it into his mouth. When he heard this, he stopped, looked at him in surprise, and said, "Are you cooking dinner? Wow...you can cook."

"It's just a hobby."

"No problem, I like to eat these." Harry nodded, stuffed the cookie into his mouth, chewed a few times, then his eyes widened slightly, he swallowed the cookie in his mouth, surprised Called: "This taste is really good! Did you bake it?"

Jarvis nodded and looked at him with a smile, "Do you like it?"

"Yeah, it tastes amazing!" Harry gave him a thumbs up before popping another piece into his mouth.

"By the way, how was your stay in London?"

"It's not bad, Peter and I have a good ability to adapt." Then Jarvis paused, showing a helpless smile, "Compared to New York, there are no aliens here, so I feel a lot more relaxed .”

Peter who was going downstairs heard this and said, "But the crime rate here is much higher than New York."

Jarvis nodded, "New York's daily life is to destroy the world, while London's daily life is to rob and kill people."

"You two are full of malice..." Harry smiled, "I don't say New York, but London isn't that bad."

"Then you haven't stayed here yet. The last time I went to a movie, there was a murder case, and the last time I went to a scenic spot, I was robbed." Peter was still merciful, and he didn't say that he almost every day The buzzing of the spider sense can be heard.

Harry frowned, "You two encountered a murder case?"

Peter nodded and told Harry about the movie theater murder.

After listening to Peter's narration, Harry didn't focus on the murder case. Instead, he looked at Jarvis and said, "Are you stupid? That Al is teasing you!"

Jarvis blinked blankly.

Harry: "Thanks to the fact that Mr. Stark is still a famous playboy, why are you so innocent as his son!" Then he pointed at Peter and reprimanded: "You too, you didn't even realize it, and you have been acting like a fool all the time." The light bulb actually annoyed people in the end, scaring away Jarvis' peach blossoms in vain!"

Peter touched his nose guiltily, and retorted: "I didn't!... And I didn't mean to."

Hearing this, Jarvis suddenly realized, he said, "It's okay, Al and I have nothing to do with each other."

Harry rolled his eyes, "I feel sorry for him, meeting you two incomprehensible guys."

Jarvis laughed twice, stood up, "It's time, I'm going to cook."

"I'm going to help wash the vegetables." Peter also stood up and followed in actively.

Harry watched the two enter the kitchen one after the other, blinked, then leaned on the sofa and ate cookies, watching TV with the remote control.

As a guest, I don't want to work with you.

Harry thought calmly.

……

In the kitchen, Jarvis was cutting chicken wings, while Peter was washing mushrooms.

Peter washed very carefully, and cleaned every mushroom carefully. He glanced at Jarvis secretly and coughed, "Jarvis."

"kindness?"

"Well, I mean, haven't you seen that Al likes you before?" Peter slowed down, and he rubbed the back of the mushroom with his thumb, focusing all his attention on on Jarvis.

"How could I not see it?" Jarvis's expression remained unchanged. He spread the cut chicken wings with his special sauce, and said while wiping: "I have handled so many similar things for Tony, how could I not Know these routines? It's easy to see."

Peter turned to look at him without blinking, "Then you just now..."

Jarvis shrugged, "What else can I say, after all, I've already acted so ungentlemanly."

"Since you know, why are you still turning a blind eye to Al?"

Jarvis paused, and said, "I'm not human, Peter."

"I don't have that heartbeat feeling."

"..." Peter didn't feel relieved by this answer, he tightened his jaw, "You will, Jarvis."

"Maybe." Jarvis shrugged, his tone relaxed, "Vision also fell in love with Wanda later, who knows if I will be as lucky as him?"

"Who is Vision?" Peter asked.

"Vision is my brother." Jarvis explained: "He is the same existence as me."

Peter nodded and smiled, "If he can, then you can too, Jarvis."

He slowly lowered his head, said in a deep voice, slowly but firmly:

"You can too."

"Dear Jarvis, I'm so hungry..." Harry's voice suddenly came from the living room, and the deep Peter, who was emotionally brewing, suddenly deflated like a balloon that had been punctured by a needle.

Peter responded to him resentfully: "Shut up Harry, those who are waiting to eat have no right to speak!"

Jarvis smiled, "It will be fine in a while."

After 15 minutes, the food finally arrived.

Harry took a bite of the grilled chicken wings, and couldn't help but said to Peter, "No wonder you gained so much weight just over a week after you came to England. It turns out that Jarvis's cooking skills are so good."

Peter pursed his lips, "Eating can't stop your mouth."

"Is it delicious?" Jarvis likes to hear others praise his cooking skills. He smiled when he heard the words, and his two deep eyes narrowed. "Then eat more."

Harry nodded, "I decided that Mr. Stark was at a big loss. Not only would he not be able to eat the food you cooked by letting you come to the UK with Peter, but Peter ate it, and he was so fat, Peter, you earn money." arrive."

Although Peter didn't want to admit it, it seemed that he had earned it himself.

"Do you often cook for yourself?"

"Except for lunch, Jarvis cooks breakfast and dinner." Peter replied.

"No wonder you eat so fat."

"...shut up, you."

Listening to what the two said, Jarvis shook his head with a smile.

At this moment, several people suddenly heard a sound of knocking on the glass.

Looking towards the source of the sound, outside the window, an owl was flying outside the window glass, holding a letter under its feet, and was pecking at the glass with its beak.

A few people were taken aback, Jarvis stood up, walked to the window and opened it.

The owl flicked its wings, flew in, and threw the letter under its feet into Jarvis's arms.

"Does anyone still write letters these days?" Harry looked at this scene in surprise, and said, "No, someone sent letters with an owl?!"

Jarvis opened the envelope and unfolded the parchment inside to see the contents.

After reading it, he looked up and said to Harry apologetically, "Sorry, it seems that I won't be able to go out with you with Peter tomorrow. A friend of mine needs my help."