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There was a loud knocking at the door of the Jarvis’ apartments on the Stark property. Ana looked up from her drawing as Edwin got up to answer the door, disappointed that Benny Goodman had been interrupted. It was unusual for the Starks to be calling for their butler at this hour, but then Ana wondered if little Tony had run over after a nightmare or because of Howard being drunk. She soon discovered it was not.
Ana frowned as she heard loud voices, rising over her husband’s calm but now stressed sounding tone. She gasped as she heard a smack and a pained grunt from Edwin. Their Bernese Mountain puppy was barking madly now and Ana was jumping to her feet and running to door. When she came to the scene, there were two other men holding a struggling Edwin, and another who was pulling of the puppy. Her husband caught sight of her and an expression of worry crossed his face.
“Ana, run! Get out of here!” he shouted out to her.
The one man struggling with Claudia threw the pup to the side and started towards Ana, drawing a gun.
“Take him to the car,” he barked to the other men. Ana was frozen with fear where she stood, she had faced a gun before but not with her husband being kidnapped in front of her before.
“No!” Edwin shouted defiantly, the threat advancing to his wife giving him an outburst of strength as he yanked himself away from the other two men. He grabbed the leader of the thugs and spun him around, throwing a powerful right hook into his jaw. Jarvis’ hand immediately stung, but finally Ana got a hold of her wits as he told her to get help.
She ran out of their house, running to the mansion to get Mr. Stark, one of the staff, anyone, for help. Behind her, the three larger men were too much for the butler and they dragged him to a black car. To cease his ever constant struggling, one hit him with butt of a gun, causing him to instantly sag in their arms.
When Howard, who had been shocked into being sober, and Ana ran out, they were just in time to see the lanky form of Edwin being folded into the trunk of the car before it drove away. Ana immediately burst into sobs, and Howard quickly led her inside before running to the phone to call Peggy Carter.
The next morning when Tony Stark woke up he was disappointed to find that Jarvis wasn’t there to greet him like usual. Rubbing his eyes, the toddler sat up and yawned. Maybe Jarvis was down fixing him breakfast. The toddler slid out of bed, gripping onto his teddy bear and opened the door. Downstairs he heard his father, and someone else speaking… he gasped in excitement. It sounded like Aunt Peggy and Uncle Daniel! Tony quickly ran to the stairs and went as fast as he could down them before running to where Aunt Peggy and his father were speaking.
“Aunt Peggy!” he shouted happily, toddling over and hugging her legs.
“Tony, go back to bed,” Howard said almost immediately and Tony frowned. But Peggy bent down and picked Tony up.
Tony smiled happily at her, but it faded slightly when he saw her face. She had the kind of smile that mom had when she pretended she was happy. Looking at his father and Uncle Daniel, he knew something was wrong. Suddenly he wanted Jarvis, but where was he?
“Where’s Jarvis?” Tony tried, “He likes to see you Aunt Peggy.”
Peggy shot a glance at Howard, but he was staring out the window in the yard, so she looked back at Tony. “Darling… Mr. Jarvis, last night…”
“He’s not dead is he?!” Tony blurted out in worry.
“No! No, no, darling, he’s not dead, but he is in a lot of danger right now. We will get him back though, so don’t worry,” Peggy said, reassuring him.
He looked at her, she was worried, but he nodded. Aunt Peggy was a superhero, she would bring Jarvis back.