The Bearing of Iron
“How long until earthfall J?” Toni asks, hands steady on the wheel and mind whirling.
“If the current rate of propulsion is kept, less than an hour,” JARVIS tells her promptly. “The vessel is large, fast, and does not seem to be attempting to maintain any level of true stealth. Radio contact will be possible in five to ten minutes, Miss.”
Toni, having been enjoying a leisurely drive down the scenic route back to the Compound, is just under an hour away even if she speeds significantly. That’s unacceptable.
“I’ll be there in six,” Toni tells him even as she pushes the seat back a bit from the dash. “Scramble the Legion, get Rhodey and Vision on alert, and send a ping to Panthro. Don’t tell them to assemble just … to be ready to if we have to.”
“Of course, Miss,” JARVIS answers promptly.
Even without her hands on the wheel the car doesn’t so much as sway off course.
JARVIS has, as always, anticipated her every need.