*wryly* So I hear. *sighs* I guess I can’t blame you. My nights would be busy too if I had your charm.
[Suddenly a little sad and guilty] You’ve got charm. You just need to know how to use it. But trust me, my lifestyle is not all it’s cracked up to be.
You … went all sad just then. Don’t … it’s okay. I’m used to being alone. *reaches out a hand to him, frowning sadly* Please don’t hurt.
“Where should I … ” Summer waved her hands helplessly as Henry swept her up as though she was a feather. “Mother of God, you’re strong!”
He let out a chuckle of laughter at her words and started to walk towards the castle, “The weight I carry is not heavy.”
“Sire!” Summer pretended to be surprised. “Surely you jest, for my father swears I eat more than any horse in the stables.” Devoid of any instruction, she carefully linked her arms around his neck, tucking her face in against his shoulder. He smelled nice, clean.
Summer felt her face heat and had to duck her head away from those eyes. “I just … tripped over my own feet.” This was not good. This was very not good. “I’m fine,” she lied, even though she could feel her ankle starting to throb a bit. She made herself pull away from him, and gave a gamine smile. “I think I owe you yet another apology now, for my clumsiness.”
He looked at her and looked at her foot, worried that perhaps she had strained it more than she did show or tell him that she had.
“Worry not of any apologies,” he said, “You need not do so for the likes of me.”
She laughed breathlessly. “No more concern for your own dignity than I have for mine. I … I think perhaps I had better sit down somewhere,” she added, as she began to waver.
He held her close as she spoke and he looked at her, concerned.
“Should I carry you, perhaps you had injured your ankle more than you do seem to show.”
Summer started to protest, then gave it up as a bad job when her ankle wobbled again. “Yes, please,” she sighed.
He held her closer as she wobbled and he wrapped his arms around her, before he steadied her, placing an arm behind her knee he picked her up easily.
“Where should I … ” Summer waved her hands helplessly as Henry swept her up as though she was a feather. “Mother of God, you’re strong!”
Okay, I want this with a burning passion.
Gallifreyan is such a gorgeous language. <3
Get out of my computer and into my arms right now.
Summer rolled her eyes hard, disentangling her arms from his neck. “Why does everyone assume I’m going to go rummage in their head? I can’t help but hear what you broadcast, hon. I’m not interested in changing it.” She ran a hand through her hair, resettling it, then cocked an eyebrow at him. “Letting you share what I’m feeling … oh, say, by way of desire? Passion? That intrigue you any?”
“It’s a thing. I’d imagine that having to hear all that shit gets rather annoying. And to be honest, I don’t even like half of what’s going on in my head, so having to listen to it must be worse. But…desire and passion are feelings that I can get behind. Or in front of. Whichever, really.”
He let go of her and brushed a stray piece of hair out of her face, suggestively smiling. “Sorry if I killed the mood there.”
She shrugged. “Don’t fool yourself; what I get off you is no more or less bad than what goes on in my own head. We all like to think we walk in our own personal darkness, unrivalled by anyone else.” Summer blinked, smiling with a tinge of bitterness. “Never mind.”
Cocking an eyebrow again, she added, “I’m sure someone as … experienced as you can bring the mood back, if you’re so inclined.”
“You might to sit down for this one, I’m not sure you won’t melt into a puddle if I keep going,” Tony admitted with a smirk. “I do have half a mind to just push you against that wall though….”
Summer had to laugh at his arrogance. “You could not be more arrogant if you tried, could you? Well.” Smirking back at him, full of confidence, she went on, “Please, please, Mr Stark, have your wicked way with me.”
He actually stopped dead in his tracks and laughed at her. “Oh, if you think this is arrogant…This is only the previews, sweetheart,” the engineer stated with a smug grin. “Either way….the show’s about to begin,” he murmured as he stepped closer to her.
“I’m just ecstatic.” Summer lowered her head, then peeked through her eyelashes. “What should I anticipate?”
Summer felt her face heat and had to duck her head away from those eyes. “I just … tripped over my own feet.” This was not good. This was very not good. “I’m fine,” she lied, even though she could feel her ankle starting to throb a bit. She made herself pull away from him, and gave a gamine smile. “I think I owe you yet another apology now, for my clumsiness.”
He looked at her and looked at her foot, worried that perhaps she had strained it more than she did show or tell him that she had.
“Worry not of any apologies,” he said, “You need not do so for the likes of me.”
She laughed breathlessly. “No more concern for your own dignity than I have for mine. I … I think perhaps I had better sit down somewhere,” she added, as she began to waver.
He held her close as she spoke and he looked at her, concerned.
“Should I carry you, perhaps you had injured your ankle more than you do seem to show.”
Summer started to protest, then gave it up as a bad job when her ankle wobbled again. “Yes, please,” she sighed.
Best wishes to Stan Lee today. He is recovering from pacemaker surgery and had to cancel con appearances for the foreseeable future. He released this statement about his surgery “In an effort to be more like my fellow Avenger, Tony Stark, I have had an electronic pace-maker placed near my heart to insure that I’ll be able to lead thee for another 90 years,” he said.” …Now I must end this dispatch and join my troops, for an army without a leader is like a day without a cameo!”
“There was a lot of happy from over this way. I was curious.”
“Oh, yeah. Just got home from a long weekend. I can’t help but be excited, heh. It’s always nice to see Loki again after being away for so long.”
“Loki, hmm? Lucky man. God. Whatever. Maybe the city will be quieter now that you’re home, then. I’m not cut out to do your job.” Summer made a wry face and popped a little fireball into the air.
“I was only gone for two nights, it couldn’t have been too terribly bad. As far as I’ve heard, it’s been peaceful enough.” He quirked a brow at her, confused. “Hell, even Loki apparently hung around inside for the most part and did paperwork.”
“Maybe I just get the little jobs, then. All I know is, I have less work around the city when more Avengers are home than when you guys are away.” Summer raised an eyebrow back at him. “If you were only gone two days, and Loki’s with you, why the hell was there so much happy? He could’ve just popped over to wherever you were … “
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“Oh, wow. You … wow. Um. Hi?” Summer obediently steps closer to Tom, eyes huge and face pink. “I’m,” she laughs breathlessly, “I think I’m overwhelmed.”
“Hello, dear. Please don’t be overwhelmed, I’m just one man, darling.” He smiled at her warmly, trying to calm her from her state.
“Oh, I’m sure that’s easy for you to say. I didn’t even expect you to see me!” Summer fanned her face, swatting at stray hairs that blew around in her mini-breeze. “You’re Tom Hiddleston. I’m just,” she shrugged, “me. Short, invisible.”
“You are not invisible, darling. Just because people know my face doesn’t mean I really expect many to notice me when I’m just being me. I’m tall, and lanky. As a kid I felt awkward and out of place, and it’s taken me some time to get comfortable with myself, but trust me it’ll happen for you as well. You are not invisible, you are important, darling.” He smiles widely at her, and places a comforting hand on her shoulder, giving a small squeeze.
Summer grinned back. “It’s hard to get comfortable when every time you describe yourself you have to edit ‘tall’ out. I /feel/ tall, dammit!” Patting his hand, she added, “I’m used to being overlooked. It’s, hm, familiar.”
