"That all you got, Jarvis?" you tease, pinning the tall, skinny man onto the ground. "Peggy's got more bite than you do." You pull him back up, letting him regain his stance. "Come on. Fight me."

Jarvis raises his fists, looking uneasy. "I was raised not to hit someone with the intention on actually hurting them."

You roll your eyes and begin to spar him, once again flipping him over onto the mat. "After five years with the S.S.R., you learn to take a beating."

Jarvis takes his stance again, raising his fists. He swings at you, nearly hitting you. "Come on, Edwin. We've been friends since we were ten years old. I know you can't hurt a fly, but try." You give him a friendly wink.

"Alright then, if you say so." He shrugs, then goes for a knockout blow, which you dodge.

A huge smile spreads across your face. "That's it! Again!"

"Excuse me?" Ana's quiet, feminine voice says from behind us. "Ms. Carter requires your help, Dear. Something to do with Witney Frost?"

"Oh!" Jarvis' face lights up. "Thank you, Darling. We'll be right in. Just finishing up a match."

Ana smiles and returns to the house.

I turn to Jarvis and smirk. "Guess you have another get out of jail free card."

"It seems," he laughs. "One more?"

You nod, raising your fists. "Hit me."

What you didn't seem to remember from your schoolyard days, either that or Jarvis never showed you that side of him, was that he could hit. Especially when it came to bullies and what lies they told about you.

"Did you hear me? Hit m-"

A sharp pain slams into your face, and the next thing you know, Ana is nursing a bloody nose with a scowl towards her husband. "Edwin!"