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Who: Mr. Jarvis and you!
Broadcast: Fleetwide
Action: Marsiva
When: Today!

[The video begins with a fellow in a well-pressed suit and a carefully adjusted tie, all befitting someone who puts the most care into looking a well-kept part in society. His poor hair could do with some pomade - it hangs a bit, droops like a wilted leaf on his forehead, but otherwise he's made sure to keep his dignity in the wake of this... horrible event. He's been clearly kidnapped. Kidnapped! He prays Miss Carter is safe somewhere; the last thing he remembers is being hit with a tranquilizer, but he can't seem to remember if it had been a terribly dangerous affair. Didn't they have the assailant in their trunk? Oh, what a beast the man had been. He will attempt to keep his composure regardless. It's his job.]

While I appreciate that you've let me keep my reading glasses, I'm afraid I won't be broken in by such... backwards methods. Whoever you are and wherever you have... taken me, I can assure you that you've chosen a terrible person to kidnap and that kindness will earn you nothing of use. I'm just the butler; a chauffeur, and I'll have little to offer you, unless you would like to learn how to properly fold any and all manner of clothing.

... Or how to properly prepare a dining table.

[I imagine nothing of that sort will interest you, you're probably all thuggish barbarians.]

If you think you'll get anything at all from me otherwise — well!

[He folds his arms, and though he's concerned for his health in the future (god please don't murder me whoever you people are), he is doing his best impression of an impassive, dry-witted butler. As always. He doesn't sell it perfectly, but at least he's selling it, and that's what matters. Look how tough and unbreakable I am. Can't hurt a butler when he's down.]

You're sorely mistaken.

[........ brb fumbling now]

How do I turn this thing off?

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[........... Did I do a no-no?

Oh dear, have I accidentally divulged something...?

But Carter didn't say anything about being discreet about her job to this Wanda.]

You're not familiar with Ms. Carter? I apologize, I assumed you were closer.

[SWEATS]

[Wanda sighs at that. Her smile disappearing, and instead her expression becomes one of more disappointment and frustration.]

She's the captain of the ship I'm on. That is all I know. That and her and Steve being a couple. That is all I've been told.

I assume... what you're referring to is the me that people claim to have known for over a year. Sorry, but I'm not her. If I am, then I don't remember anything. So I might as well not be her anyways.

[She was getting really tired of feeling like she's competing with herself. Living up to some standard or image that everyone seemed to have of her before she's even met them.]

I... see.

Then you're relatively new yourself?

[HIS BAD.]

[She nods. A flicker of a grin returning. She appreciates that he's willing to treat her as a fellow new arrival. Everyone else she's spoken with... they all look at her and treat her like she's not really there. It's like they're all looking through her at someone not really there. It gets old really quick.]

Yes, though I've got a good two weeks on you.

[She sighs.]

Not that that means I have any better of a handle on everything here than you do.

I appreciate the company, at least.

[Silver linings.]

Do you believe this concept, that we're... on a television show? And people genuinely watch it?

[Wanda snorts at that. Looking even further displeased now. Pretty much shows what she thinks of that "reality TV show" explanation.]

That's what everyone keeps saying, but no one can offer any proof to it. Apparently the only evidence is that we have ratings which give determines the amount of our "allowance." And on occasion apparently we might receive packages from our "adoring fans."

[Wanda could not possibly sound more cynical right now.]

Surely it must be hogwash. Wouldn't someone find the cameras they're watching us with?

That was my thought. Apparently, everyone seems to think the cameras are either too small for us to tell they are there, or "our hosts" have some other form of advanced technology that makes it possible for them to film us without our noticing.

... Small cameras could be possible. But how small can they possibly make them, if they're invisible to the naked eye? [.............. SIGH] Who am I kidding, Mr. Stark will probably try to patent such a thing in the future.

Regardless, one would think with our united capabilities, we'd be able to track even small cameras, wouldn't we? Or notice some sort of watching force...

Yes, you would think--

[Wanda cuts herself off. Something Jarvis had just said catches in her brain, and she now starts a look almost... threatening?]

Did you say "Stark?"

Oh yes, yes, Mr. --

... I would like to, um, extend my... sincerest apologies for any of -- Howard's promiscuous and deviant behavior.

You're a lovely young lady and you deserve far better than he can afford.

Howard? You said "Stark." As in Tony Stark?

And why are you apologizing for--

[Wanda's perturbed confusion suddenly evaporates as the meaning behind Jarvis' apology dawns on her.]

JUST WHAT ARE YOU IMPLYING EXACTLY?!

[Oh. Oh dear. This is the worst nightmare.

Perhaps he is dead and in the seven circles of hell.]

I'm not implying -- it's --

... Howard Stark... often causes these sorts of...

That is...

[I'm gonna start sweating]

I didn't mean to... offend...

[The look on Wanda's face clearly stating that she's not ready to let this slide just yet.]

You didn't mean to offend? By insinuating that I slept with this "Howard Stark?!" HOW CAN YOU THINK I WOULD NOT BE OFFENDED?!

No! That wasn't my intended insinuation at all —

I, um. It's just — usually I deal with fallout from Stark's lady friends in general. The level of... romancing is not often of any concern...! [He looks entirely defeated, pardon.] ... I don't usually deal with other reasons why women are unhappy to hear his name. This is new to me.

I look like one of his "lady friends" then? Is that it?! I just happen to LOOK like someone who would have a one-night with your "MR. STARK?!"

[She huffs, a little out of breath from her yelling.]

I have more than enough reason to hate the name "Stark."

[excuse him as he thumps his head against the nearby pole in defeat]

Forgive me my foolish tongue, I will give you payments in credits for my terribly incorrect assumptions to repent.

... and of course a slap to the face if that helps make you feel better.

[Wanda slows her roll finally. Though the look on her face clearly says she' still pissed and not ready to let this go yet. However, she brings her volume down. No more yelling, just still a barbed tone of voice.]

I don't want your credits.

But a slap to your face sounds well deserved.

[She glares daggers at him for a moment. Then, she closes her eyes, shakes her head slowly, and lets out a heavy sigh.]

It sounds as though we were each thinking of two different people who happen to share the last name "Stark." While that does little to make up for being accused of SLEEPING with a man... why don't we leave it that? That we simply had a mix-up and that led to this "misunderstanding."

[He didn't say you slept with him -- oh, bother.

He's defeated. Red in the face. He has lost all hope. He flops over uselessly, internally.]

Very well, miss. My humblest apologies again.

[Yeah, she may have leaped to extremes a little... but that's what the name "Stark" does to her. Sorry, Jarvie. :(]

[A frustrated sigh.]

Just drop it. It's over.

Whoever you "butler" for back wherever you are from is no business of mine.

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Sorry this is so late; took me a week to decide if Wanda would let this go or not... ;_;

lol no prob!

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