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Tony smirks. It's been so long since he's smiled this hard.
"Oh, ho ho," he says, rubbing his hands together gleefully. "What's this?!" This was great. Hilarious. "JARVIS has a crush."
"As it appears..."
"You have the hots, for our resident Captain." Tony laughs. "Do you send him flowers? Watch him workout?"
"Might I point out, Sir," JARVIS says dryly, "You were the one who programmed me."
"And?" Tony asks, frowning.
"While I am based on the late Edwin Jarvis. It was your mind that you used to map the algorithms behind me."
Tony falls silent. Pondering JARVIS' words.
"...Shit"