Summer jumped when her phone buzzed. Tony’s tone. She’d almost given up hope of hearing from him again, and her hands shook when she clicked open the instrument.
[text] Thought we talked about this. Just this once.
She considered the screen for a long moment before hitting send. Five minutes later, she was in the air, streaking up the front of Stark Tower.
He grinned at his phone, and slid it back into his pocket. Wonderful. It wouldn’t have been hard to find her if she had insisted on it, but he rather liked this tower. It would just be more fun to play the game here, where it was comfortable.
-Sir, Miss Rainault has arrived on the premises. Are you certain you—-
“Mute.”
Jarvis’s voice died away.
He watched the door, leaning back against the edge of the bar and sipping his drink.
She dropped onto the landing pad, half-consciously mirroring Tony’s favourite landing pose. Setting fingertips to the door, Summer squared her shoulders and steeled herself. ‘I’m annoyed with him,’ she reminded herself, before pushing the door open.
“Hey.”