[Comprehensive British and American] When the "real" Wes met Jarvis

"Wow."

Zhen Weisi, who was looking down from the window sill, frowned when he noticed Tony's movements. It seemed that something happened to McCoff and Tony. He only hated that his current state could not allow him to control Tony's phone Listen to gossip.

"Are you ok?"

Jarvis' voice suddenly sounded in this room. Zhen Weisi, who moved a small stool to observe the situation outside the window, was startled, and almost jumped out of the window, before realizing that he had done nothing wrong.

This is probably a subconscious reaction from doing too many tasks?Zhen Weisi was a little speechless.

"You didn't follow Stark?"

"I can separate a lot of me, after all, I'm an artificial intelligence." Jarvis explained in a gentle tone and patiently.

Zhen Weisi opened his mouth, then closed it again, silently thinking, no, I just politely ask you to leave.

After all, for Zhen Weiss now, no matter what they say, whether it is Mycroft, Tony or Jarvis, these three are either strangers or enemies to him.

No one could figure out whether Jarvis didn't understand the subconscious meaning of politeness that belonged to human beings, or whether it was intentional. In short, he seemed to be very interested in chatting with Zhen Weiss.

He said, "Actually, this is not the first time for me and sir."

"what?"

Zhen Weisi jumped down from the chair. He was standing on it and looked out of the window just now. After all, he is completely a dwarf at the moment. Lu was curious.

He vaguely felt that what Jarvis said was related to him, but in fact, Jarvis's next explanation also verified his guess:

"It's not the first time you think Tony and I are cheating on you."

Thinking of what happened at that time, Jarvis had a hint of a smile in his voice, "You know, you left just after sir took the suppressor away last time, and sir kept complaining to me during that time."

It's as if Tony was really abandoned by his grandson and became a widowed old man. At the same time, the president's father dislikes his housekeeper, son, very much.

He felt that Jarvis, as a father, didn't care to teach his son a lesson.

Look what that cute little Zhen Weisi has become!

Zhen Weisi blinked, and he said without thinking, "I think it was normal for me to leave at that time, after all, you once imprisoned me."

"Do you really think..." Jarvis's voice was lower, "Is that a real memory?"

"..." Zhen Weiss hesitated, and Mycroft showed everything in front of him, and Zhen Weiss is not a fool, he would not think that Hydra has no means of controlling them, So his memory might—

May be really passive hands and feet.

He was silent for a while, and then said in a low voice, "Let's talk about it when I really remember the so-called 'real memory'."

The room became quiet for a while, Zhen Weisi had a small face and didn't know what he was thinking, so he brushed his teeth and washed his face while maintaining such an expression, and then returned to the hospital bed.

After taking a bath, his tender skin was a little red from the hot water, and he also felt a little sleepy, and his big green eyes were watery.Lying on the hospital bed, with his chin buried under the quilt, Zhen Weisi, who only showed a small head, looked like the dolls that girls are fascinated by, so cute and itchy.

Jarvis hadn't seen Zhen Weis like this for a long time. In his memory, those memories belonging to little Zhen Weiss were firmly recorded in the database, overlapping with his current appearance.

It's as if they never missed those 11 years.

When Zhen Weisi was drowsy, he suddenly heard Jarvis' voice again, which seemed to be softer than before, "Do I need to tell you a bedtime story?"

Zhen Weisi: "...Why don't you just ask for a glass of milk?"

He tried to widen his eyes, but unfortunately, because Jarvis does not exist physically but only exists on the Internet, Zhen Weisi has nowhere to cast his eyes, so he can only puff his cheeks and say angrily, "I make a solemn statement!"

"I, Zhen Weisi, am not a five-year-old baby! I am a big man!" He smacked his lips and added, "The most handsome one!"

Cute, want to pinch.

This idea suddenly popped up in Jarvis's database, and he even mobilized the picture of Tony kneading Zhen Weisi's little fleshy face during the day before, and watched it silently for a long time.

In the end, Mr. Artificial Intelligence could only sigh.

After waiting for a long time, I didn't get Jarvis's reply. Zhen Weisi's current child's body couldn't hold it anymore, and he couldn't open his eyelids, but he heard this sigh just one second before falling asleep.

"What are you... sighing for... Huhu."

Before finishing speaking, Zhen Weisi fell asleep.

Jarvis laughed softly, and his magnetic male voice with a hint of metallic texture gently fascinated any woman at this moment. He intimately controlled the lights in the ward to be turned off, and the ward fell into quiet darkness.

"Good night." Jarvis said softly.

In the middle of the night, Zhen Weisi had another dream.

This time it was no longer the long and endless corridor. Zhen Weisi felt as if he was in a narrow space. He wanted to open his eyes, but found that just such a movement took all his strength. His vision was blurred, and everything in front of him was not so clear.

He felt very cold, and during his breathing, hazy mist overflowed from his lips and nose.

This was a terrifyingly real dream. In this dream, Zhen Weisi was weaker than ever in his memory. The surroundings were quiet and cold, as if he had been frozen.

There was a very light push on the door, and someone was gradually approaching, and finally came to him.

Zhen Weisi tried hard to see what the person close to him looked like, it was a woman, she was holding something in her right hand, bent down, and grabbed Zhen Weisi's hand with the other hand.

When she took Zhen Weisi's hand, he realized that he was staying in a child's body at this time, but this body was very weak, and the grasped hand was thin and pale.

Who are you……

Zhen Weisi looked at this woman whose face seemed to be covered by fog, and wanted to ask this question.

His dream body seemed to hold the memory, and with his longing, opened its mouth:

"Mother……"

The child's voice was so weak that it seemed to be blown away by the wind, but the woman looked over and reached out to touch his face. Soon, she withdrew her hand and took the object in her right hand under Zhen Weisi's sight. Arrived at his wrist.

It was a syringe with a silver liquid rippling inside.

In the next second, the picture suddenly shattered, like a mirror being shattered. Zhen Weisi took two steps subconsciously, only to be shocked to find that he could move, and his body had become a normal adult. appearance.

Soon, the scene changed again.

This time his perspective changed and he became a bystander.

He saw himself sitting in mid-air in the form of a projection when he was a child, propping his head up and watching the TV embedded in the wall, muttering something, the expression on his face——

Zhen Weisi was taken aback. In his memory, he had never seen that expression on his face.

Fragile, lonely, but obviously the expression of a child who has no experience of the world.

He was a little dazed, after all, the environment of the Hydra base would not allow such a child to survive. Those trainings, those tasks, and the lives lost in his hands had all worn away this kind of softness.

Until a familiar voice pulled back his thoughts:

"What's the matter, Zhen Weisi?"

A small ball of light that was also a projection appeared in front of the child, and the magnetic and gentle male voice came from this light ball.

"Papa Jarvis." The child read out the expected name, but the suffix made Zhenwei a little confused.

Wait, no, stop!

Zhen Weisi, who was unable to move in the corner, stretched out his hand and yelled loudly that no one could hear:

WTF? !dad? ?

This was a shock to Zhen Weiss. After all, although Tony and Jarvis said this in reality, Zhen Weiss would not believe it at all, okay? Why did he somehow recognize an artificial intelligence as his father?

At this moment, Zhen Weisi wanted to grab the child's shoulder and shake it angrily, asking him to explain why he had to recognize a father out of nowhere!

The conversation on the other end continued.

Little Zhen Weisi's soft voice carried the coquettishness of a child to someone close to him, "Papa Jarvis, can you sing to me?"

The light around the ball of light dimmed suspiciously for a second.

Until Jarvis hesitated and said, "Whose song do you want to listen to?"

Little Zhen Weisi didn't let his father Jarvis get in the way. He blinked his eyes, his brows were curved, showing dimples, "I want to hear what Papa Jarvis sings."

Jarvis: ...

This is a problem for Mr. Artificial Intelligence, but somehow, he doesn't want to reject Zhen Weisi like this.

Zhen Weisi in the corner has already lost his expression, he is hypnotizing himself, anyway, that child is not him.

And the small version of Zhen Weisi looked at the light ball Jarvis expectantly.

Jarvis gave a low cough, and when Zhen Weisi thought that the other party would still refuse in the end, he heard singing.

There was a hint of metallic texture in that voice, but the gentleness in the voice could not be concealed. It was a kind of softness from the heart, which made Mr. Artificial Intelligence do things that did not conform to his usual image.

He is singing a lullaby.

Without accompaniment, the lullaby sung in a deep and magnetic British voice has a unique flavor.

Every word seems to be tainted with warmth in that voice, making the green eyes of little Zhen Weisi in front of him sparkle.

Little Zhen Weisi held her small face, blinked her big green eyes, looked at Jarvis intently, and smiled so much that the dimple on her right cheek was exposed, and a child's voice suddenly sounded from the bottom of Zhen Weisi's heart in the corner.

I like Papa Jarvis the most.

no, wait...

The voice sounded softly, but firmly.

Zhenwei likes Jarvis the most!

Zhen Weisi in the corner stretched out his hand: No, I didn't, it's not me!

Probably because this feeling of shame was too strong, Zhen Weisi finally woke up.

When Mycroft walked in, he saw Zhen Weisi with a face of despair in life. He raised his eyebrows and looked at Tony behind him with the same expression.

"It seems that what happened to you all yesterday?" Mycroft's eyes showed a hint of interest.

Tony and Zhenweisi just want to be quiet.

McCoff just mentioned it casually, he has more important things to say.

"I've already contacted that professor." Mycroft said, after saying this, he took out the mobile phone in his pocket and dialed a number.

"I made an appointment with him. I will contact you again today and meet you on a video call."

Just in time, Jarvis switched the call from Mycroft, showing the video projection in front of them.

Mycroft raised his hands and clapped his hands. He was very satisfied with Jarvis's behavior, and even praised him, "I have to say, it's good that your butler's character is not at all like yours, Tony."

Tony Stark didn't want to talk, and threw a blank stare at his old classmate.

When the phone was connected, an image appeared on it. He was sitting behind a desk, writing something with a pen down his eyes. When his image completely appeared on the projection, he raised his head and looked towards the ward. The people inside smiled.

"Good morning, Mycroft," he put down his pen, and his smile deepened after looking at Tony, "Long time no see, Tony."

As soon as Tony saw what Mycroft said came to the professor's mind, he twitched the corner of his mouth, "Good morning, Charles."

After getting the response, Professor X relaxed and leaned on the chair, and joked casually, "Tony, you look like you don't want me to appear, is it because I remind you of your little secret?"

"Little secret?"

Zhen Weisi's voice cut in, Tony's face darkened, and his tone was fierce, "Nothing."

Professor Charles chuckled, and then his eyes fell on Zhen Weisi, with a gentle smile, "Hello, are you the one McCoff said?"

"He is Olivia's son, my younger brother," Mycroft said from the side, his chin slightly raised, and he said calmly, "I think you should still remember Olivia."

"Of course." Charles nodded, and there was a hint of memory in his eyes. How could he forget that girl? After all, at that time, few people could face him so calmly after knowing his abilities, and even remained close to her. he.

It's just that when thinking about that girl's character, Charles is always a little worried. He thinks that girl is too persistent in his favorite research, "Is there still no news about her?"

In fact, after Charles asked this sentence, he was mentally prepared.

Sure enough, he saw McCoff shaking his head in the video, so he could only sigh and skip this heavy topic.

He looked at Zhen Weisi again, "You have the same pair of beautiful green eyes as your mother, Zhen Weisi."

"Thank you, I like to hear that sentence very much."

The way Zhen Wei calmly accepted the praise made Professor Charles chuckle, and he couldn't help but said, "Do you know what your mother once said to me, Zhen Wei?"

"...I think it might not be a good word for me." The corner of Zhen Weisi's mouth twitched, and the familiar ominous premonition struck again.

The arc of Charles' mouth deepened, and he seemed to be full of smiles. He winked at Zhen Weisi, like a child who succeeded in a prank:

"Your mother once said that she hoped that I could be your godfather, Zhen Weisi."

"Wow," Tony raised his eyebrows and watched the excitement with his arms crossed, "Should we congratulate you for having another father, Zhen Weisi?"

Zhen Weisi: ...

In fact, the whole world is my father.

At this moment, Zhen Weisi was so tired that even Jing Jing couldn't comfort him.