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[Ohohohoho very funny, very humorous, Mr. Stefan.

:'D You kidder.]

Now, I may have been anxious at the thought as a boy, but there simply can't be —

They're just silly old tales to frighten children.

[Jarvis, are you really saying that to the silly old tale guy.]

You're - you're calling me a piece of fiction?

[That's what he's been reduced to? Stefan doesn't know if he wants to laugh or cry - no memory has prepared him for proving that he is what he says he is.]

[He takes a deep breath, ducking his head so that he can force his true face without too much alarm. The lack of color from his eyes, the veins protruding underneath them, and his unusually long fangs - all of those appear as Stefan dares to look back at Jarvis.

If he's a piece of fiction, how can he look like this?]

No I'm simply saying vampires aren't —

[He gives a very undignified yelp at the sudden shift in the man's face as he looks up, arms jolting, and then leans back frozen in his chair. He's not really sure what to say to that face, Mr. Salvatore. Okay, so vampires, they're real, and he's working with one, and — he sure hopes this fellow is as nice as he's been thinking he is -

gulp]

[He's no stranger to that gulp, and if anything, it causes him to bow his head in deference. His shoes have suddenly become way, way more interesting than the man before him -

Or maybe he's equally afraid to meet his gaze.]

Vampires aren't what, Mr. Jarvis?

[He sits for a moment, staring.

Then leans on his elbow, hand over his hand, brow furrowed with intense thought and confusion.]

...

This is very new territory.

For both of us, I think.

[He'll put the vampire face away like a polite person, though his apologetic expression remains.]

But for the record, Stoker got most of the details wrong.

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I see...

[He looks thoughtful for a moment, and then nods firmly.]

... Well, it's nothing to be embarrassed about! We are who we are.

And you're a rather peaceful vampire, from what I know of you. Miss Carter would not speak kindly of someone without them being truly a valuable and trusting acquaintance.

Peggy said that? Really?

[He draws in a breath. No matter how long it's been, Stefan still finds praise hard to believe - especially when it's from someone he admires.]

I'll have to thank her later. [His expression softens, considerably.] And you, as well, for being so trusting.

You should be very proud; it can be a testament, being able to garner Miss Carter's compliments.

[He smiles a bit playfully, the conversation helping rattle his concern of vampires.

Ssssort of. It's a work in progress.]

I would be disingenuous if I said I expected — vampirism.

But if you wanted me for lunch...

I'm certain you would have invited me at a decent lunch hour.

[He's super proud. So proud, in fact, that he's practically beaming from the praise - and he's able to relax a little.]

Ah, no, I don't eat people. That's not halal.

[Stefan laughs at his own terrible joke, pausing to clarify - ]

Halal meaning um, not permissible. I take pills most of the time, and animal blood, whenever I can get my hands on it.

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That sounds absolutely disg--

[................]

--delicious...? Delicious, yes.

[I'm trying not to be offensive okay.]

[Y'Allah, that's really considerate.]

No, you were right the first time. The pills - and sometimes the blood too - are absolutely disgusting.

Oh, good, [with the singiest of higher pitch] -- because it sounds absolutely disgusting and nightmarish and potentially a biohazard in one's mouth.

[HE IS DISTURBED AT THE THOUGHT]

... You cope very well.

Yeah, thankfully, vampires have an impressive immune system.

[He might have... studied himself.... when he first arrived.... because nothing says nerd like investigating the differences between human and vampire physiologies.]

I've uh, I've had time to get used to the idea. Like um... a century and a half?

Oh my gracious.

[what to even... say...

think, think--]

You also look. Very good. For your age.

[He ducks his head to hide another laugh. Goodness, that's not a compliment he was expecting.]

I know, I don't exactly look like the crypt-keeper. [He laughs again,] Oh! But I lived through your time. I was just telling Peggy, I served in the American forces. Desert War campaign, specifically.

Oh, incredible.

[He seems genuinely awed, too.]

Then you might as well be from our year. Perhaps you were!

... Depending on how on earth these bloody timelines and universes work.

Ah, I wish, but... [He falters, sounding far more apologetic:] It was June 2016 for me.

If anything, I believe I'm from your far distant future.

But you were around. A passing of ships in the night, so to speak.

Unfortunately, I think I've been gone for quite some years by then.

[He puts a hand to his chest.]

I'm quite the old beast in the making for you, you see. I think that makes me the elder. In spirit.

... I hope I age well.

Oh, I hope I keep at least most of my hair. The trepidation of it all.

[Okay, he laughs again, this time out of sheer relief.]

I'm pretty sure you'll be fine. My vampire senses tell me so.

[They don't.]

Hey, if I um, if it turns out we're from the same world, I'll go and pay your family my respects. Make sure they're carrying out your legacy and all that.

[His smile softens.]

That would be considerably kind of you, thank you... though I'm afraid my family in Europe is a bit disconnected from my life at the moment. [A short pause.] But do feel free to stop by the Stark family's manor in the future and let them know a young and spry Jarvis sends his regards.

[He wonders if he'll have children. They've always wanted to settle with children. Jarvis can't help but fret about what kind of father he'll be; it's so easy to muck it up, you know.]

[Ah, yes. Stefan lets out a breath at his own callousness. He should've guessed, with the turmoil of the war still ever-present in Peggy's and Jarvis's lives.]

Of course. [He grins, finally turning and preparing the tea like he had promised. He can already imagine Jarvis's grandchildren. God, if the world is kind, they probably have his compassion too.] Just so I'm clear, you're talking about uh, what was his name - Tony? Tony Stark's family?

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