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“Had to do with getting me connected to SHIELD as a search-and-rescue specialist without being a member of SHIELD.” Summer made a face. “Apparently they got tired of all the paperwork involved in bringing me in on a temporary basis. I told them, as long as I’m not a member and get the right to turn down ‘assignments’,” she made finger quotes, “I’m good. Are we going somewhere speci—No, forget that. What /are/ we doing?”
“Dinner. I’m starved.” He continued to lead her down the quiet sidewalk. “My treat, of course.~” Another charming smile graced his lips.
“‘Of course’? You know, I can pay for myself.” But Summer didn’t pull away, instead patting his arm. “I’m a big girl, I don’t need someone to take care of me. Especially not you.”
“Who said anything about being taken care of. I insist.” Clearly, he wouldn’t take no for an answer. They finally showed up in front of his favorite shawarma restaurant, The Shawarma Palace. Opening the door for her, he gestured for her to enter.
Giving up for the moment, and resolving to ninja-check him at the earliest possible opportunity, Summer let Tony gesture her inside. “You have got to be the most stubborn man I have ever met,” she said over her shoulder. “Do you run this roughshod over everyone, or am I getting special treatment?” She turned and gave him a wry smile. “Oh, wait, no. I remember, your reputation, right. This /is/ normal for you.”