“How have you been, Summer? Tell me of all your…” he looks her over, smirking, “adventures.”
She hasn’t been paying attention to anything but the inside of her own head, and yelps embarrassingly at the sound of his smooth voice. “WHAT the fuck, Loki.”
This was the reaction he was seeking. His eyes trailed over her face, her hair, the silhouette of her back. There would be time for that, but now he wanted to toy with her.
“Is that your way of saying you missed me?”
She has to laugh. He hasn’t changed, not in the least, and it’s obscurely comforting. “Yes, Loki. I missed you.” Her tone changes, less playful. “Particularly when I was kidnaped. You were too far away … ” She shakes it off. “Anyway.”
His smile drops. ”You were kidnapped? What are you talking about?” He feels strangely possessive all of a sudden.
“Two or three weeks ago. A group of local magicians wanted to, hmm, steal my abilities. Tony helped me get out.” She’s trying to shrug it off, like it was nothing, although she still sometimes can’t sleep without a light on (Tony’s arc reactor), and her own bathroom makes her heart race in early morning light.
Tony…Tony? “Anthony Stark?” He let out a forced laugh. ”I suppose it’s a good thing his little fall from the window didn’t kill him, then. But I must know more. I am not wronged without revenge, you know.”
“Yes, that Tony. We, um, did a number on their mansion. I’m not actually sure there’s a whole lot left to /take/ revenge on. What’s left of the group is pretty scattered right now.” She’s started to wring her hands together, the memories barging back into the front of her mind without a by-your-leave. “I’m fine, really. Where have you been?”