“Unless you’re Mr. Stark’s identical twin kept hidden from the world for decades just to double for him in public … I believe I am.” Rumour claimed Tony Stark was a man who liked sass, and by gods, Summer could do sass. She pulled a slender, long-fingered hand out of her pocket and offered it, low, with a smile. “I’m Summer Rainault.”
For a man of his age, Tony was a good looking piece, especially out of the suit. Cocky smile, neat goatee, tall dark and handsome check … it was possible this could be an extremely amusing three days.
“If I was, I wouldn’t exactly be hidden. I can’t be hidden, and go out in public. You just wouldn’t know I was a twin. But alas, I don’t have a body double. I should look into it.” Tony only paused for a moment before shaking her hand. ”Nice to meet you.”
She was definitely attractive, he would give her that. And she seemed like she would be able to keep up reasonably well conversationally. Maybe this wouldn’t be quite as horrible as he’d originally thought.
“Bah, semantics.” Summer grinned. Tapping the backpack next to her with one foot, she glanced at the doors and said, “So, is there a protocol, do you need to do any kind of showy thing, or shall I just march in and take over?”