Keia
I aim to misbehave
Captain America (and others) said:"What is Jarvis' fate. Is he unhinged like the rest of us?"
"I believe it would be better if you heard the answer from Jarvis rather than myself," Sandra replied. As she slowly rotated around, she nodded - almost in thanks - to each of the Avengers that agreed to help . . . her eyes finally resting on Moon Knight.
One of the Avengers must have pressed the button releasing the door, because it opened, and Jarvis bowed from his head, noting everyone’s gaze on him.
When asked, Jarvis smiled and in his clipped British accent replied surprisingly with a bit of humor, “Dear me, I hope I am not ‘unhinged’ . . . I prefer the term displaced, actually. As to my fate, I am aware of it. I was instructed upon my return to the Mansion with perishables from the market this morning . . . and no, I actually volunteered myself. I felt that if the Avengers were going off on some grand mission, then it was my duty to remain and ensure everything ran as smoothly as possible.”
Drinks and light appetizers were brought around to everyone, including a dual bowl attachment to Redwing’s stand. Most of the choices were listed as favorites of the team, or from the memory of Jarvis himself . . . several other choices were available just in case.
With efficient speed of a man who knows his job, Jarvis was finished in a matter of moments and retreating from the room.