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You woke up to a room full of sunshine and an empty bed. As you stretched, your legs got caught in the sheets tangled around your body. Rolling over to the opposite side of the bed revealed the rest of the mattress to be cold.
“Tony?” you asked, sitting up.
He had gone. The room was utterly vacant.
“Hey, Tony!” you called a little louder.
You received no answer. Trembling slightly, you got to your feet and padded over to the bathroom door. Upon peering inside, however, you saw that Tony wasn’t there either. Neither was he in the closet or in the alcove that held that room’s computer. It took quite a bit of strength of will for you to walk back to the bed after your searching. Unfortunately, you made it there only to collapse onto a corner and cover your face with your hands.
Images of the night before flooded your mind, only this time tainted with shame. Tony had said you were different, special. Like every other woman he’d seduced, you’d fallen for his lines hook, line, and sinker. Any moment now, Miss Potts would walk in with your clothes and a clean toothbrush and tell you to take a hike.
“Miss [L Name],” came a polite voice from somewhere in the vicinity of the ceiling. You looked wildly around, but you couldn’t see a single person. Suddenly aware that you were still naked, you hastily threw the bed sheets around your body before asking:
“Who are you?”
“My name is JARVIS. I am Mr. Stark’s butler, for want of a better term. I have a message to deliver to you.”
Talking to invisible people certainly didn’t make you feel calm, but having anyone to talk to provided a very welcome distraction from your current predicament. Then again, you couldn’t imagine any message delivered by Tony’s butler would be a good one.
“What kind of message?” you asked. “Does Tony want me to clear out?”
“Not at all,” said JARVIS. “Mr. Stark is in his lab downstairs. He says to come get him when you’re ready for breakfast.”