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30 April 2015 @ 10:25 pm
FIC: See the Forest for the Trees (1/2)  
Title: See the Forest for the Trees (1/2)
Author: joonscribble
Fandom: Agent Carter/Captain America
Rating: PG
Spoilers: Nothing really in this segment
Disclaimer: I don't own a single person who appears or is even mentioned in this.
Summary: Howard Stark and Maria Carrera have a lot in common. A love of science for one, a problem with communication for another.
Author's Note: So despite the plot being about Howard and Maria, this part is mainly told from Jarvis' POV. It felt right for the fic itself even though I hated myself for choosing a character I wasn't too comfortable writing as the POV person. I just love making my life harder, apparently. So this one's from Jarvis. The next chapter will be from Howard. He'll be a bit more sober by then.


A noise woke up Jarvis. For a brief, bleary moment he lay there, noting that he could still feel Anna breathing next to him in bed, clearly still sound asleep. The clock on the nightstand told him it was nearly 2am. There again was the noise of what sounded like a door being shut, none to gently. Carefully easing himself out of bed so as not to wake his wife, Jarvis fumbled for the dressing gown at the foot of their bed. There were more sounds of bowls and plates possibly being knocked over and some rude language to follow.

The first time this ever happened, Jarvis had stormed into their kitchen, wielding the only thing he could grab as a potential weapon at the time (a lamp) to ward off what he had assumed was an intruder. Several times later, Jarvis merely eased his bedroom door open and padded down to the kitchen to be greeted by the sight of Howard Stark digging through the cabinets. The decanter of brandy Jarvis kept in the parlor was now at the kitchen table. Presumably Mr. Stark was searching for a glass. While the sight of his employer upturning their kitchen wasn’t exactly unfamiliar at this point, Jarvis hadn’t been expecting him to show up tonight of all nights. Howard was still wearing the suit Jarvis had dressed him in earlier for the evening, after Howard had rejected the three other suit options Jarvis had laid out for him. Even from the back Jarvis could tell it now needed a good pressing.

“Ah ha!” Howard said in triumph before finally pulling his head out from the cabinet and whirling around with a highball glass in hand. He briefly froze when he spotted Jarvis staring at him from the kitchen entranceway. Somewhere along the evening he’d lost his tie, his hair was disheveled and he carried with him the distinct odor of cigars and alcohol. A year and half ago these were usually signs of an evening well entertained. Now Jarvis worried that it heralded some sort of crisis. “Oh good, you’re up,” Howard remarked, swaying a little on his feet. “You’re fired.”

“If you could kindly keep your voice down, sir,” Jarvis replied, calmly. “It’s after hours and Anna is asleep.”

“She’s fired too,” Howard barreled ahead, though at a slightly quieter volume. He pulled the top off the decanter. “You’re fired, she’s fired, everyone’s fired,” he gestured widely and Jarvis tried not to wince when the liquor inside the decanter sloshed around dangerously.

“I see.” Making his way into the kitchen, Jarvis located an appropriate brandy glass and switched out the highball.

“Grab one too,” Howard said. “Have a drink with me while I fire you.”

He didn’t seem to realize that he was offering Jarvis a drink from his own brandy. While it was much too late in the evening to be imbibing, Jarvis also felt it was much too late in the evening to get into explaining this to his employer. He retrieved a second brandy glass. “May I ask why my employment is being terminated?”

Howard poured a generous amount of brandy into each glass, eyeballed the amounts and added another finger’s worth. “Because you give lousy advice, you don’t know anything, and you give lousy advice,” he slurred before taking a swallow of his drink. Falling down into the nearest chair, he patted himself down before extracting a ring from his breast pocket and slammed it down on the table. “Here’s your severance package. You can sell it. I’m estimating about half a million? It’s a seller’s market right now for diamonds.”

“Very generous.” Jarvis took a seat at the table, keeping his own glass out of Howard’s way. “What happened, sir?”

“What do you think? I asked, she turned me down.”

“And you did not deviate from-“

“No!” Howard insisted. “I kept it simple, like we talked about.” In fact, Jarvis had patiently listened to the plans for the evening multiple times, offering more encouragement than suggestions as Howard continued to repeat himself over and over. The line had been drawn at actually rehearsing the proposal with Jarvis standing in as the lucky woman.

 “Dinner at Monico, dancing and drinks after, and a walk through Central Park. If I had stripped that down anymore, it would have been hotdogs at a vendor and a bus ride. I should have just flown us to Paris! At least then I’d be a reject in Paris.”

Jarvis racked his mind to consider the reason for Dr. Carrera turning down the proposal. She and Mr. Stark had been together for nearly a year. And while Mr. Stark would certainly never lose his appreciation for members of the opposite sex, he had remained resolutely loyal to Dr. Carrera for that entire time. This Jarvis knew without a doubt. They had both seemed quite happy. It didn’t make any sense.

“Sir, is it possible that there’s been some sort of mistake?” he inquired.

“What like she misunderstood what I meant when I asked her ‘will you be my wife?’ She thought I was asking her to be someone else’s wife or she actually meant yes when she said ‘I don’t know about this, Howard?’ ”

“So she did not say no, exactly,” Jarvis noted.

“She eventually got there,” said Howard. “To that word. No. Eventually.”

“Eventually?”

“We said some stuff in the middle. Before the no…after I asked and she didn’t say yes.”

“You had an argument,” Jarvis clarified, his tone suggesting to whom he blamed for the fight.

“Cut me a break, will you?” Howard demanded. “I tied myself up in knots to ask her to marry me and I get a ‘I don’t know about this’ as a response?” Howard poured himself another glass, nearly missing the target this time around. The decanter now more than half empty was discreetly set aside by Jarvis. While he didn’t necessary mind the loss of the brandy, he wasn’t too keen on potentially having to carry his employer back to the main house. “I’ve got girls lining up from here to Chicago, desperate to be Mrs. Stark and the only one I want is the one who won’t marry me.”

“Here to Los Angeles at least, surely,” replied Jarvis. He meant to lighten the mood but it didn’t seem as if Howard heard him. Instead he was staring down at the contents of his glass, a grim expression on his face. “Dr. Carrera may change her mind, sir.”

Howard made a derisive sound. “You’re an optimist. I’ve never seen Maria change her mind once she’s made a decision. Ironically, it’s one of the things I love about her.”

“Did she say why?”

“Jarvis, I’ve spent the last four hours trying to forget her reasons at the bottom of every bottle I can get my hands on. You’re gonna send me into liver failure if we dredge this up again.”

“Of course,” Jarvis said.

“Is everything alright?”

Both men started a little at the inquiry. Anna was at the entranceway, wrapped in her robe and blinking the last of the sleep from her eyes. Jarvis opened his mouth to apologize for waking her but Howard got to it first.

“Sorry, Anna. It’s my fault. I got a little tight.”

Anna’s eyes fell on the ring that was on the table and not on a finger as it should be. “I am sorry, Mr. Stark,” she said sadly.

“Guess we can’t all be lucky like Jarvis,” said Howard. He gave her a dimmed version of his usual smile, pulling hard to lighten himself up that Jarvis could almost feel the strain from where he was still sitting. Howard downed the last of his drink and got to his feet. “I’ll get going. Sorry again I woke you.”

“Would you like some food as you are here?” asked Anna, noticing the nearly empty decanter. “I have fozelek I can warm for you.”

“It’s quite delicious,” Jarvis added.

“Nah, maybe next time. I seem to end up here a lot.”

In actuality, Mr. Stark hadn’t broken in intoxicated to their house in nearly a year, Jarvis realized. Though he guessed most of that had to do with Dr. Carrera.

“I’ll take you back to the house, sir,” said Jarvis. Howard motioned for him to stay sitting.

“Don’t worry, Jarvis. I can walk across the yard on my own.” Jarvis gave him a skeptical look as Howard gripped the table to steady himself. “I can,” Howard insisted. “I’ll even make it inside and upstairs. Or maybe downstairs. Up feels like a lot of work right now. Oh, and you’re not fired. No one is.”

“As you wish,” said Jarvis. “In which case, I return the generous severance package.”

Howard looked at the ring and for a moment seemed to consider it before he waved his hand, dismissively. “Keep it. Sell it if you want. Or throw it in the East river.” Before Jarvis could protest, he was stumbling out. Anna watched his progress from the kitchen window, giving Jarvis the all clear when Howard managed to get himself inside. Jarvis made a note to dust out the ingredients he’d need for the morning after drink Howard favored after a long night out.

Jarvis picked up the abandoned ring and held it to the light. The ring had been handmade to suit. Specifically, it had been Howard’s hands that made it, not wanting to break his tradition of keeping anything from the jewelers far away from his relationship with Maria. It had taken several tries to get the setting right and months to locate the right diamond.

“She must have had some reason for saying no,” Anna mused, taking the seat Howard had just vacated. “It cannot be because she does not love him.”

“It doesn’t seem to matter much to Mr. Stark as the end result is that she won’t be his wife,” said Jarvis. “But best keep the ring safe somewhere. Just in case.” Anna gave him a smile. “She may change her mind,” Jarvis noted.

“Edwin, you are a romantic.”

“Optimistically so.”

TBC
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The Writer They Call Tayawanderingbard on May 1st, 2015 06:07 pm (UTC)
This makes me so unbelievably happy, you have no idea. 'Cause first of all, yay Scribble fic! And romantic Scribble fic! And Stark family + Jarvis family fic! It's all my favourite things together.

Your drunk Howard and patient Jarvis are spot on. I love how much Jarvis knows and is a friend to Howard, but how he keeps himself that little bit distant. And how Howard clearly, even when completely pissed, came to Jarvis for obvious help and comfort, even though he's pretending to be fine. So lovely and sweet.

“Grab one too,” Howard said. “Have a drink with me while I fire you.”

This made me laugh out loud, because I can totally see Howard's kind of merry invitation. It also matches my own headcanon that Howard repeatedly fired and re-hired Jarvis over the years in fits of pique.

Really great job! Looking forward to the next part. :-D
formerly lifeinsomniacjoonscribble on May 1st, 2015 06:37 pm (UTC)
This makes me so unbelievably happy, you have no idea. 'Cause first of all, yay Scribble fic! And romantic Scribble fic! And Stark family + Jarvis family fic! It's all my favourite things together.

Thanks! This random fic birthed itself rather quickly in my brain during a commute to work.

even though he's pretending to be fine. So lovely and sweet.

Yeah, there's a lot of that from Howard. In the second part he's Very Much Fine, Thanks on the outside and very Facedown On the Bed In Despair and Angst on the inside.

t also matches my own headcanon that Howard repeatedly fired and re-hired Jarvis over the years in fits of pique.

Yup! It's totally a headcanon for me that Jarvis gets repeatedly fired and given severance packages of whatever is lying around or where they are.

Howard: You're fired. Here, take the villa we're in as a severance package.
Jarvis: Thank you, sir, but Tuscany sun tends to be disagreeable for me.

Howard: You're fired! Here's a plane.
Jarvis: Shall I be piloting you back then?
The Writer They Call Tayawanderingbard on May 1st, 2015 07:32 pm (UTC)

Thanks! This random fic birthed itself rather quickly in my brain during a commute to work.


I'm very happy it did!


Yup! It's totally a headcanon for me that Jarvis gets repeatedly fired and given severance packages of whatever is lying around or where they are.


That is actually kind of adorable. It matches up a little with Howard in this rapidly-turning-into-a-multichapter fic of Jarvis' first days, when he and Anna come with almost nothing and Howard just keeps casually chucking stuff at them, much to Jarvis' distress.

Howard: Here's a bit giant house for you to live in on my property. Sorry it's not gianter.
Jarvis: I think we'll be fine, thanks.

Jarvis: Oh, I see you have a cabinet full of women's clothing.
Howard: Anna needs clothes, right? Take those for her.

Jarvis: You have a lot of books here.
Howard: Borrow any of them that you want!

Jarvis: Anna is out looking for jobs today.
Howard: I'll write her a reference.

Jarvis: We should probably get some food.
Anna: Mr Schtark sent over a basket to welcome us.

Howard: Here's an advance on your salary, so you can buy stuff.
Jarvis: Stop giving me things! I'm too British to handle all the gratitude I feel.

Howard: You're fired! Here's a plane.
Jarvis: Shall I be piloting you back then?


Because I can't think of a any good reason why Jarvis should know how to fly a plane, my headcanon is that Howard probably taught him. Which I bet was a trial, because I doubt Howard can dumb things down very well.

Howard: *technobabble, altimeters, wind direction, velocity*
Jarvis: So, if I pull back I go up, and if I push forward I go down?
Howard: Yeah, that's what I said. Pay attention, Jarvis!
formerly lifeinsomniacjoonscribble on May 1st, 2015 07:40 pm (UTC)
Howard: Here's an advance on your salary, so you can buy stuff.
Jarvis: Stop giving me things! I'm too British to handle all the gratitude I feel.


I imagine Howard waves that off by saying he's sure to make Jarvis' life really difficult and challenging very soon so he's definitely going to be earning his salary. PS please kick out the blonde who won't vacate my Park Avenue apartment, thanks bye!

Because I can't think of a any good reason why Jarvis should know how to fly a plane,

Didn't he learn because of the army? I thought that was his explanation in the Agent Carter series. Or am I making that up and they just said he could fly a plane?
The Writer They Call Tayawanderingbard on May 1st, 2015 10:04 pm (UTC)

I imagine Howard waves that off by saying he's sure to make Jarvis' life really difficult and challenging very soon so he's definitely going to be earning his salary.


That is almost literally what he says, yes. 'You're going to see we're making a pretty even swap'.


Didn't he learn because of the army? I thought that was his explanation in the Agent Carter series. Or am I making that up and they just said he could fly a plane?


Would you know how to fly a plane as a member of the army though? Isn't that the Air Force's job? There are no generals in the air force, so he had to be in the army to be an aide to one, unless he swapped tracks. Comic!Jarvis was a RAF pilot, so I suppose it could be a nod to that. I don't know if he actually says where he learned, he just says that he can fly a plane in response to someone saying that no one there can, and that he's never shot anyone down before. Which would again make it more likely he wasn't in the Air Force, unless he was kept as an instructor or strictly a desk job.

I'd actually like to know what sort of socio-economic background Jarvis comes from, as he sounds and behaves very educated, but being a servant back then, and marrying a shop girl, would imply a lower class background. I'm not sure how 'posh' you would be to be an aide-de-camp, though. Perhaps butlerhood was a step down for him. I kind of have him as someone who bettered himself through scholarships to good schools, and was a little bit alienated due to having 'airs' now, because I liked the similarities of both him and Howard being people who worked their way up, but through different methods, and didn't quite 'fit in'.
formerly lifeinsomniacjoonscribble on May 1st, 2015 11:08 pm (UTC)
Which would again make it more likely he wasn't in the Air Force, unless he was kept as an instructor or strictly a desk job.

Hmm. I wonder if it's possible he trained in the RAF but then switched to army (can you do that?) before actual battle situations cropped up.

I kind of have him as someone who bettered himself through scholarships to good schools, and was a little bit alienated due to having 'airs' now, because I liked the similarities of both him and Howard being people who worked their way up, but through different methods, and didn't quite 'fit in'.

It's funny that you say that because this the background I gave to a different character that was also played by James D'Arcy.

For whatever reason, I pictured Jarvis having been the son of working class parents who worked for a wealthy family who paid for Jarvis' education because they saw something in him. It would account for his knowledge of the finer things in life as well as parallel his job now also working for someone super wealthy.
The Writer They Call Tayawanderingbard on May 1st, 2015 11:32 pm (UTC)
Hmm. I wonder if it's possible he trained in the RAF but then switched to army (can you do that?) before actual battle situations cropped up.

He's farsighted. Maybe his eyesight was good enough for basic flying, but not good enough for combat missions? So, they put him in administration, and maybe the General plucked him up because he liked him. Something like that.

For whatever reason, I pictured Jarvis having been the son of working class parents who worked for a wealthy family who paid for Jarvis' education because they saw something in him. It would account for his knowledge of the finer things in life as well as parallel his job now also working for someone super wealthy.

That is quite similar to what I had, but I like yours better. I had him as the son of servants, who won a scholarship to go away to school, and left the house he was working in to do that. So he had a little experience with serving. But I like the idea of him knowing the ins and outs of butling because maybe he was the son of a butler. The way Ianto Jones has skills from being the son of a tailor.

I had to cut a section out of my last fic with him in the hospital where Anna mentions his accent sounds different when he's drunk or tired, and he tells Peggy that the one he uses is slightly put on, because he was given elocution lessons at school. I made him from Buckinghamshire, because that's where D'arcy's from. Sometimes I think I should just gather up all my cut scenes and post them in a 'random details for everyone!' post.
formerly lifeinsomniacjoonscribble on May 1st, 2015 11:47 pm (UTC)
Sometimes I think I should just gather up all my cut scenes and post them in a 'random details for everyone!' post.

Yes! It would be like a DVD of nothing but Easter Eggs and Special Features!

This is a slight random question but do you think Howard or at least his family/ancestors are Jewish? It's not the most important detail for the second half of this fic but as I write this, it does dawn on me that he talks about his father selling fruit on the Lower East Side that would be a heavy Polish/Russian Jewish population at that time.
The Writer They Call Tayawanderingbard on May 2nd, 2015 12:14 am (UTC)
This is a slight random question but do you think Howard or at least his family/ancestors are Jewish?

Stark is a German surname, which doesn't rule that out, necessarily. Or his mother might have been Jewish. Or he might have changed the surname from something more complicated or foreign sounding for business purposes.

I think I could see his mother's side being Jewish, but him not necessarily identifying himself as Jewish, if that makes sense. Or he could have grown up in that area and been very familiar with the culture, but not a part of it, and he knows full random sentences in Yiddish and really likes the food, and that's why he likes Anna's cooking and sometimes gets scolded by her for using inappropriate words, Mr Stark.
formerly lifeinsomniacjoonscribble on May 2nd, 2015 12:21 am (UTC)
Or he could have grown up in that area and been very familiar with the culture, but not a part of it, and he knows full random sentences in Yiddish and really likes the food, and that's why he likes Anna's cooking and sometimes gets scolded by her for using inappropriate words, Mr Stark.

That makes tons of sense. Thank you!

I'm trying to write Maria and Howard having a pseudo-argument and it's quite something to try and write two people who aren't great at communicating, trying to communicate. Maria and Howard get each other very well and very quickly but it's made them a little lazy to using all their words to explain things to one another.

Maria is younger and she's going to get better at it but Howard is more or less stuck at this level for life.
The Writer They Call Tayawanderingbard on May 2nd, 2015 12:48 am (UTC)
I'm trying to write Maria and Howard having a pseudo-argument and it's quite something to try and write two people who aren't great at communicating, trying to communicate.

Yeah, that sounds like us trying to write Bond's eyelid twitches as something deep and meaningful.

Maria and Howard get each other very well and very quickly but it's made them a little lazy to using all their words to explain things to one another.

I can totally see them Sciencing awesome together, and then not being able to Life as well.

I think my Maria and Howard communicate in a very Pepper/Tony way of quick, quippy banter that skims along the surface, and there's a lot of reading between the lines having to be done, especially on Maria's part since Howard finds it hard to be sincere, even when he is. He uses words like walls to keep himself in control and directing focus where he wants it, which is good in business and bad in life.

As a contrast, Jarvis and Anna, partly due to the language barrier, tend to speak plainly and sincerely to one another, and even the teasing and the joking is very heartfelt and reassuring.

Maria is younger and she's going to get better at it but Howard is more or less stuck at this level for life.

The age difference is something I kind of enjoy writing, because as much as they're on equal footing intellectually (and even maturity wise), there's a little bit of older and wiser on Howard's part, and him making sure she's safe and looked after, even before they start dating. In a lot of the vignettes I've messed around with for them, he's just casually making sure she's got a ride home or looking after her when she's drunk a bit too much at a party.

I read Daddy Long Legs when I was little girl, and I blame my love of May-December romances on that.

formerly lifeinsomniacjoonscribble on May 2nd, 2015 12:58 am (UTC)
and there's a lot of reading between the lines having to be done, especially on Maria's part since Howard finds it hard to be sincere, even when he is. He uses words like walls to keep himself in control and directing focus where he wants it, which is good in business and bad in life.

Yeah, I have my Maria change in certain fundamental ways throughout her relationship with Howard so the way they communicate alters a lot mainly due to her. I have the younger version be incredibly direct and just cut through Howard's smokescreens like, "How do you feel about that? That isn't a real answer" and she'll keep digging until she gets to the core of it. But later on she does less and less of that, especially after Tony is born and just kind of lets Howard wall up. I know I have a partial fic somewhere on my laptop where Maria and Peggy talk about this at some point.

The age difference is something I kind of enjoy writing,

It makes a lot of sense to me that Howard would eventually marry someone much younger than him. And not completely for the sleazy reasons gossip rags would write about.
The Writer They Call Tayawanderingbard on May 2nd, 2015 01:27 am (UTC)
I have the younger version be incredibly direct and just cut through Howard's smokescreens like, "How do you feel about that? That isn't a real answer" and she'll keep digging until she gets to the core of it..

My Maria does a similar thing by asking really odd questions that catch him off guard and make him answer honestly because he hasn't had time to come up with something fake to answer.


It makes a lot of sense to me that Howard would eventually marry someone much younger than him. And not completely for the sleazy reasons gossip rags would write about.


That's another aspect I like to play around with, the public eye elements of trying to date Howard Stark. Howard's not really used to dating a girl who specifically doesn't want to be in public with him.
formerly lifeinsomniacjoonscribble on May 2nd, 2015 01:33 am (UTC)
the public eye elements of trying to date Howard Stark. Howard's not really used to dating a girl who specifically doesn't want to be in public with him.

Oh yes. This is absolutely the thing that Maria is conflicted about. Especially since so much of her own work does get tied up in Howard's and his company that she's always fighting against this notion that people see her career as something that's only possible because she's dating Howard and later Howard's wife.
The Writer They Call Tayawanderingbard on May 2nd, 2015 01:47 am (UTC)
I have Tony talking about watching his mum at parties when he was little, and how everyone kind of assumed because she was pretty and younger than his dad that she must be an idiot. People would talk to Howard ad ignore her, as she tried to break in, until she lost her temper and interrupted, and took them down with very intelligent responses, while Howard just sort of stood there, getting a total kick out of her.
formerly lifeinsomniacjoonscribble on May 2nd, 2015 01:58 am (UTC)
and took them down with very intelligent responses, while Howard just sort of stood there, getting a total kick out of her.

Hee!

In some never to be really finished fic, I gave Maria another male admirer closer to her age who also thinks the world of her. Howard detests him but tells Jarvis the only thing the two of them will ever agree on is that Maria is pretty great.
The Writer They Call Tayawanderingbard on May 2nd, 2015 02:34 am (UTC)
I gave Maria another male admirer closer to her age who also thinks the world of her. Howard detests him but tells Jarvis the only thing the two of them will ever agree on is that Maria is pretty great.

Hehe!

Howard: well, he has good taste at least. I don't suppose I could have him killed?
Jarvis: that might be a bit extreme, sir.
Howard: yeah, okay. But we could humiliate him, though, right? That would be okay.


I have a bunch of vignettes with Howard and Maria that I don't know what to do with. I started them with the OTP prompts, but they kind of spiralled out into epic proportions. I might be able to scrape a few of them into a fic or two, but the POVs are uneven, and I need some Science Time stuff, and it's really hard because the more I try to understand science, the less I understand science.
formerly lifeinsomniacjoonscribble on May 2nd, 2015 02:51 am (UTC)
Howard: well, he has good taste at least. I don't suppose I could have him killed?
Jarvis: that might be a bit extreme, sir.
Howard: yeah, okay. But we could humiliate him, though, right? That would be okay.


Haha! Peggy can tease him endlessly about this.

it's really hard because the more I try to understand science, the less I understand science.

I'm always very impressed when the writers of Agent Carter managed to make it seem like they're explaining Howard's inventions like they're based in real science but then later when I watch it again, I'm like, "Wait, they explain nothing. They might as well say that Howard has magic."
The Writer They Call Tayawanderingbard on May 2nd, 2015 03:00 am (UTC)
"Wait, they explain nothing. They might as well say that Howard has magic."

Haha! Jarvis does a lot of the explaining, though, doesn't he? Maybe to him, Howard does have magic. I can totally see Jarvis confidently spewing out what Howard has told him and in his head going 'I have no idea what that means, I hope they don't ask questions'.

This is how I Computer when I have write Q. I just sort of go 'he accessed this database and did the Thing, don't ask questions, he did it because he's Q and he can'.

aelfgyfu_meadaelfgyfu_mead on May 9th, 2015 11:55 pm (UTC)
I was guessing that the British Army had its own planes and pilots just as the US Army did and does—even though we have an Air Force, too. Wikipedia bears me out: the Army Air Corps (UK) dates to 1942.

That presents a problem, though: Jarvis joined before 1942, for he was an aide to that general before the war broke out. I'd have to fudge a lot to make this work.

I find it easier to imagine Howard saying, "Make yourself useful" and teaching Jarvis to fly in case he needed to be doing something else at the time.
The Writer They Call Tayawanderingbard on May 9th, 2015 11:59 pm (UTC)
I find it easier to imagine Howard saying, "Make yourself useful" and teaching Jarvis to fly in case he needed to be doing something else at the time.

Yep, that is my headcanon as well.

I can even see Howard offering to teach him how to use the guns, and Jarvis reluctantly agreeing, but hoping to never have to use them.
aelfgyfu_mead: Peggy Carteraelfgyfu_mead on May 9th, 2015 11:46 pm (UTC)
eeee! Where's the rest?

I know she must say yes eventually. I can guess at how things got from "I don't know about this" to "No," and none of it speaks well of Howard. I feel a teeny bit bad for Howard here, but it will pass.

Jarvis suffers much for his employer. Or from his employer. Or both.
formerly lifeinsomniacjoonscribble on May 10th, 2015 12:10 am (UTC)
I can guess at how things got from "I don't know about this" to "No," and none of it speaks well of Howard.

We'll definitely get a snippet of how that conversation went down and yeah, Howard didn't do that well. But Maria wasn't winning any prizes either in the communications department.

Jarvis suffers much for his employer. Or from his employer. Or both.

This is the true job description of manservant to Howard Stark.