Tony's mouth hung open for a moment, his head tilting, before he reached out to gently take the device from the Soldier. He even clucked his tongue in his mouth, huffing a little in a way that might sound more like a coo or a sigh. JARVIS. He didn't mean to find any of this touching, but he was touched.

His work wasn't dead. JARVIS was alive and not in the hands of HYDRA. It meant more to him than he could actually express, if the way his face kept contorting proved it.

"This... This might just save us," Tony told the Soldier, holding the device to his chest like a child. "But you still need to wash that crud off of you."