He really knew how to pick them, sometimes. The last few hosts had been nothing to write home about—chosen out of proximity and necessity—but this one? Hell, the penthouse alone made it worth it.
He was pouring himself a drink at the bar, when the phone in his pocket buzzed. Was someone calling.
Ah, no. Just an alarm. Well, so much for that meeting. What else was on here?
He scrolled through messages, lingering over a certain conversation.
…It was time to play a game.
[text] Hey. Kinda miss you. Come over?
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.