Random Open RP

disembodiedjarvis:

JARVIS’ servers whirred and beeped as he came online, scanning for anything and anyone out of place in Avengers Tower. It was nearing time for the weekly briefing session that Director Fury often put them through. Dummy, You and Butterfingers were all in their charging stations, and the fabrication units were finishing up the last of the machining for the new incarnation of the Iron Man armor.

Natasha pulls herself up from her bed, suppressing a wince at the wrenching pain in her shoulder as she does so. Even alone, she’s trained herself not to highlight a weakness. “Jarvis,” she calls, rooting through her drawer one handed for her gym clothes. “Is there anyone down training at the moment?”