“Greetings Captain Rogers.” Answered JARVIS. Target was blonde, and within the parameters that Sir usually indicated was aesthetically pleasing (JARVIS did not in fact have a dime to test whether it would actually bounce off the Captain’s buttocks, but the coefficient of restitution suggested it was likely). Then JARVIS was to detain them until Sir returned. Report.ĭo not interact… unless it was a hot blonde. Mister Stark had been very firm when it came to interacting with strangers. “Hello?” Greeted Captain Rogers warily, emerging from behind the air conditioning duct to examine the Mark 50. Apparently fashion had very little respect for standing appointments. Mister Stark had left JARVIS on sentry mode and hurried off to a meeting he was already ‘fashionably late’ for. It did not occur to JARVIS to wonder where Captain Rogers had been for the last 66 years, because mister Stark had not asked. Hence it was impossible for him to be a SHIELD agent. Additionally, the mandatory retirement age for the US armed forces was 62, therefore impossible for him to be an defence forces personal. So when Mister Stark had asked him to scan the roof top for any SHIELD agents, JARVIS had.Īfter all, SHIELD had not existed when Steve Rogers, Captain (O-3), had been recorded MIA, so it was impossible that he had been an agent in the past. To completely miss the nuance of the command. So at times, he tended to take things a little… literally. The problem with JARVIS was that he was an extremely sophisticated AI, but an AI none the less.