Valentine’s Evening || iamthefirechild

gadgeteerphilanthropist:

iamthefirechild:

“Are we going to tell anybody we’re seeing each other? I don’t think,” she shrugged uncomfortably, “anybody except maybe some of our SHIELD friends realises what’s going on. And you /are/ an Avenger and CEO of a major company. I guess I’m asking, is there anything I need to watch out for?” She felt awkward as hell, trying to figure out how to ask what she was thinking about.

“Pepper, the team, SHIELD.  Rhodey, if I can ever find the jackass.  Beyond that, if people ask, sure, and it’ll probably be public knowledge the first time we hold hands or something in public.”  He shrugged.  “You’re a known hero, so there’ll prob’ly be some speculation on whether or not it’s just a business thing.  Possibly some speculation on you being a replacement for Pep.  But in everyday life they should at least maintain breathing space.”

Summer sniggered. “A business thing. Are we a business thing, darling?” She paused, thinking about what he’d just said, and doubt rose in her eyes. Deliberately, she swallowed it back down. “Maybe we should give them something to think about.”