stefanged | Drift Fleet

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.

Edited 2017-02-12 07:26 (UTC)

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?

[No worries, Stefan. Jarvis knows appearances are always deceiving. He simply tries not to think of his family, his old life; harder said than done.]

That's right. Though at the moment I work for his father. I've heard he's been quite busy since taking up the head of the household.

Well, if his father's anything like him, then he's certainly got the skills to match his confidence.

[He has to clarify, for his own peace of mind:] I've never met Tony, but his broadcasts were uh, pretty hard to miss.

... I never even considered broadcasts.

[Does this mean... he'll be able to see this elusive Anthony Stark, even if he can't meet him in person?]

I'm not surprised me made an impression, though.

...

Stark DNA, one can surmise.

Really? His posts are still available to watch, if you know how to access them.

[Hang on. He'll pull out his phone, and with a few careful taps and clicks, he'll reach every post Tony's ever made. Don't mind him sliding that over so Jarvis can watch.]

Like I said, I've never met him, but he's got a certain uh... charisma? Charm? Something like that.

[Jarvis stares for a long moment at the feed, awed by it and almost forgetting he's in a room with Stefan. "And -- who do I have to kill to get an engineer on board? Because this would all be a hell of a lot easier if I had what Atroma considered an engineer on board." Lord in heaven, he is a clear-cut Stark if there ever was one. This is the person who makes an AI based off him? The one he'll watch grow up, even. It's so utterly foreign and bizarre. Howard's son. He hopes he's doing alright, wherever he is.

He hopes good things come to him; he seems too much like his father, that maybe all the tragic traits may pass, and the thought of Howard sitting with a bottle of whiskey and his head in his palm — the days after Fennoff — is a terrible sight he wishes he didn't have to see.

He clears his throat, blinking back into reality.]

It's awfully Stark-ish of him, all of this. Verily.

... I know it's... rather ridiculous, but I've been worrying about him, and he hasn't even been thought of yet in my world.

[He pats a hand over the phone, slides it back over as he looks thoughtfully at the counter top.

He thinks of Mr. Rogers, so unsure of home and what's happening there, or of Howard's gnawing guilt and desire to make his legacy better than his old inventions, or Miss Carter, who is practically a masochist in overbooking herself and rushing to danger headlong.]

... Perhaps that's just my nature in the household, these days. But I'm around a bunch of heroes in their own little stories, and they're always exhausting themselves with such enormous responsibilities... The moment I heard he was a superhero of sorts, I fretted by virtue of knowing how such a mindset works.

[Stefan imagines that he would've reacted the same way, had someone told him that his brother - or hell, maybe Caroline - had been part of the Fleet. That they'd left broadcasts on the network for everyone to witness.

He accepts his phone quietly, with newfound reverence. He can't imagine it must've been easy to watch.]

It's not ridiculous at all. [Stefan shakes his head, though his smile softens considerably.] You love these people, and when you love them, you'll do anything to make sure they're safe.

I uh, I used to live with a superhero myself. It wasn't easy, waiting and wondering if he'd come back safe and sound, but...

[He pauses,] Because you're there? I think it's easier for Peggy or Steve to rest easy at night.

[He chuckles, amused.]

I hope that's the case. I always worry there'll be a time I'm not there when needed.

I can think of nothing worse than losing someone because you were just out of reach [He shakes his head.] But — I think... I'm thinking a little too highly of myself, really. Miss Carter will be alright. She has people far more qualified than me to help her.

[He's no superhero, or a Steve Rogers.]

... They can't make a decent souffle, though.

Edited 2017-03-01 06:31 (UTC)

Honestly, I can't think of anyone more qualified than you.

[Every superhero needs someone to support them from the sidelines. This, Stefan knows well. He's lost count of how often he mended clothes or packed lunches or kept his Phantom safe - and that was all in a big brother capacity, rather than being an actual legal guardian.]

[Teasingly:] Especially if you can make souffle. Were you holding out on me, Mr. Jarvis?

[He smiles a bit, brightened by Stefan's words.]

Not intentionally, my apologies.

[But he appreciates what he's said; it gives him some hope, that he's doing something right. He still doesn't fancy himself in the same league as a hero or super soldier, but it's... something. He can provide nourishment, and that is something. It certainly is.]

Finding the right ingredients here takes a little too much time, if you ask me.

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