“I don’t know, McDonald’s is pretty damn awful. That might be a tie.” The server came back, and she asked for a peach daiquiri, still frowning at the menu. “I think I will have to let you pick for me, Tony,” she said at last.“Clearly you’ve never tried any of my attempts at cooking,” Tony remarked with some amusement. He ordered coffee when the server came by, and glanced over the menu again. “Any sort of food you’re particularly averse to?”
Summer couldn’t help but laugh. “Six months and you still have to ask me that. We’re so weird.” She closed up the menu, rubbing at her fingernails for lack of anything else to do with her hands. “I don’t like spicy foods,” she told Tony, “and there are a lot of things I haven’t tried. Not very helpful, I know.” Pulling her hands to her lap, she fidgeted with the edges of her dress. “Can I ask you something, Tony?”
“We haven’t exactly eaten home cooked meals together every night,” he pointed out, “and even if we had, I certainly wouldn’t have been the one making them.” He leaned over to tap at three options in succession; something involving a Cornish hen, “Haven’t had that, but I’ve been told it’s good,” something involving venison, and something involving duck and cranberries, “And I know for a fact those are both good. Anyway, ask away.”
“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.