She ordered the cranberry dish, withholding her answer to Tony until the server had left. “I was just thinking we might as well go ahead and be very public about things.” Her eyes glittered with mischief. “/Lots/ of PDA. Flashy gifts. Things like that.”
Tony snickered quietly. “Well then, tonight should be a good start,” he replied innocently, with absolutely no intent to tell her what he was talking about just yet. But it was, indeed, a flashy gift.
She twisted her lips, eyeing him. “You are a very bad man, Tony Stark, stirring up my curiosity that way.” One finger tapped the base of her glass. His stubborn was up, though, she could tell, so she changed the topic. “How are Wren’s wings coming along?”
“I never claimed not to be,” he said, his tone of the utmost earnestness. He gestured in no particular direction. “They’re almost done. Making them look all special and unique still, but really I just need to scrounge up wherever the hell she is to fit them and test them.”
“What do you think you’ll work on next?” Summer tried to picture what ‘special’ and ‘unique’ might mean to Tony, given that his suit tended toward gold and red. Not that she’d any room to talk, but her red and gold was, at least in her mind, related to her abilities. His was apparently just his total inability to be subtle.
Oh, well, they made a lovely matched set.