Blinded with smoke and pain, Summer clutched one hand to the wound in her side, tried to call the fire again, and staggered in the air. A streetlamp blindsided her, forcing her into a pinwheel tumble, headlong to the ground. She crashed down, flaming wings setting a few small fires before vanishing utterly, and cried out once before falling unconscious. Even in her coma, muscle seizures shook her body.
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Chasing Cars | @theironaudi
Just leaving behind the clamour of the crowd at the mall helped; Summer felt the taste of it slide out of her mind like waves receding from the shore. It didn’t change the aftershocks of channelling the Hulk, but at least it stopped it from getting worse. Her breathing easing, she told Tony, “You got me out of there. That’s all I needed.” She flexed her fingers against yet another spasm, trying to force her body to relax. “Now all I can do is wait, and try not to think about it.”
Looking around the room, she added, “This is where you live? It’s really nice.”
Tony could see that she’d relaxed, at least a little, and breathed a sigh of relief. He ran a hand roughly through his hair, looking her over for signs of discomfort. Tony decided he’d talk about something else to get her mind off recent events.
“Yeah, this is it. Well, on this coast, at least.” He grinned. “I like it,” he said, looking around the room with a content look on his face. “I’m glad you do too…”
“Of /course/ you have multiple houses.” Summer nearly facepalmed. “Tony, I swear you have too much money for your own good.” Pushing herself up to lean on the arm of the couch, she looked around more, taking in little details. The wide expanse of windows. The isolated and apparently empty desk. Abandoned books and games — it was not a sterile space, despite its size. She slid one foot off the couch to rub it in the rug.
“I can’t believe you live alone up here.”
The Three Fountains
”Are you begging, sweet duke?” She laughed at his groan and shifted again, to kneel by his side. Loosened locks of hair tumbled over her shoulders to brush his middle as Summer bent to kiss along his ribcage, pausing to swirl her tongue around one nipple. “You were so willing to wait before … ” Cool nails scraped his skin, marking her name into his flesh. Deliberately she paused at his hips, gazing up his prone body, before sucking a mark into his flesh. “Shall I go on?”
Lady Archer | @the-warrior-king
Henry’s arms encircled her, enclosing her in safety. Summer smiled into the kiss, relief and happiness suffusing her. His desire tasted of honey and wine, intoxicating to her senses. She pressed against him, trying to communicate her own want, fingers curling against his chest. But she refused to break the kiss even for a second, chasing his mouth if he tried to pull away, biting softly at his lips.
His chest felt tight as if there was something trying to escape at him, as he held her and kissed her, pulling her closer to him as he moved against her. Suddenly he felt something push him in his back and he let go of her, and broke the kiss to see Poiters nudging him in the back.
And the world came back to them, his breathing was heavy and he turned to her, “It is late…”
He was breathless and he looked at her, there was still hope in his eyes.
“And you are still injured, you should return to the castle.”
Summer’s face was flushed, her eyes sparkling. While Henry held her, she had forgotten about her ankle, about the bruise on her wrist, about everything. It was jarring to be recalled to the sense of the world. “Yes, my lord … Henry,” she murmured. She laid a hand to his chest lightly, over his heart. “I am at your service, your grace,” Summer told him, looking up into his blue eyes. “I’ll try to abide your wishes in this, only give us this chance as you said.”
He looked down at her and nodded at her words, and he led her back to her horse and helped her mount. Even the small gestures and how he held her seemed to pull him towards her, he gravitated towards her as she was with him.
Henry would court her now, and he did fear that perhaps the ladies of the court would not do so well upon the news. There were many there for the hunt and for Henry to leave Summer alone with them while he roamed the fields for hours…
“Go to the castle, I will follow anon.”
“My lord,” Summer touched his hand, leaning down from the saddle, “Henry, don’t worry about me.” She gave him a joyful smile and nudged Petal into a trot. In what short time could a whole world change. It was as if the sun had come out from behind the clouds of her mind, dazzling her with brilliance.
She wondered how Henry would choose to pursue their relationship. Would he be secretive, guarding her from the world in some wild attempt to protect her? Would he court her after the manner of kings, with gifts and public attention? She hoped neither. She hoped it could be quieter, casual touches of hands in the corridors, stolen kisses in the mornings, heartfelt and thoughtful gifts. A continuation of the simple kindnesses that had led her heart to him in the first place.
Penthouse. Yeah, okay. Where the Avengers had fought Loki to a standstill. Where Tony lived. Be cool, she thought, breathe, relax, don’t project. He’s just taking you on the simple tour he offered, no sweat, nothing to it.
“That sounds really great.” Summer tapped a toe against the floor of the elevator and chuckled a little. “Good thing I wore my walking shoes.”
Bloody hell, she couldn’t even look him in the eyes.
Tony stared at the nervous girl, a smile hovering around the edges of his lips. It always amused him when it came to fans and how they’d make complete fools out of themselves so they could impress him. And they usually never succeeded in that.
“I like socks, usually.” He spoke up, glancing down at his regular black shoes he had on now. He’d kick them off when the elevator stopped.
Raising his eyes to the ding, Tony waited a few moments before stepping into the penthouse, eyes bright. Sure, they had done a bit of remodeling, Tony Stark never liked the same thing for long, but everything seemed to be in its original place. Stepping up towards the side of a couch, he kicked off the shoes before looking back at her. “Like it?”
“My /preference/ is for bare feet, but that’s just not feasible in New York, really.” Socks! It was cute, a thing she hadn’t expected of Tony Stark. Summer followed him out of the elevator and paused at the expanse of window before her. She barely even noticed Tony taking off his shoes, drifting toward the glass.
“It looks so different from the inside,” she murmured, fingertips lightly against the pane. “No wonder I could hear your panic when you fell. It’s amazing you survived.” She turned, slowly, gazing up and around, noting the narrow window-slits, the ramp, the bar. “I love the openness of it,” Summer commented, after a long silent moment.
Another shrug. “Myself. They say hell is other people. It’s not. Hell is yourself.” Summer looked up at the man — Jack Harkness, he’d called himself — a world of aching sadness in her face. “I don’t think there’s anything you can do, but thanks for asking.”
“Yourself?” He started to frown slightly, his own thoughts going about what she’d just said. “…You are right, Summer, Hell is yourself. But, you can’t let that control your actions.. you can ask for help.” He shrugged, not really knowing what else to say about the subject. His hand dropped from her shoulder and he sighed.
“I’m the help,” she told Jack. “People don’t help me, I help them. It’s the way it works. I accept that. I just — sometimes I have to get away. I have to run and hope I can run fast enough to escape myself.” Reaching out, Summer touched Jack’s arm. “Please don’t let my hurting make you hurt. I couldn’t bear that.”
He looked at her hand on his arm. “… But what if I want to help you so you don’t feel like it’s too much?” He asked softly, smiling at her. “You don’t always have to be the one taking everything on..”
“I don’t suppose I can stop you if you feel that way.” A very faint smile crinkled around her eyes. “Though I’ve no idea what you think you can do.” Summer let her hand fall, wrapping both arms around herself.
I hate when people I know even a little about are hurting and there’s nothing I can do to make it better.
