Jarvis

Jarvis walked into the kitchen, rubbing sleep away from his eyes. He didn't mind the early starts that came with working for Mr Stark; in fact, he quite enjoyed being up before everyone else.

There was a person already in the large room, facing away from him.

"Good morning, may I be of assistance?" he asked politely. They spun around, and Jarvis noticed the gun they were holding, complete with a… silencer? Suppressor? None of the guests were supposed to have weapons, he was under the impression all luggage had been searched on arrival. His heart began pounding hard in his chest.

"You weren't meant to see that," they sighed. Jarvis watched them bring the gun up to point at him, and too late he realised he should be running.