Summer Rainault fished around under her desk and slipped her feet back into her boots, reaching down to zip them up before straightening the stack of paper and picking it up. She pulled in a deep breath, pushed her knee-length braid back over her shoulder, and headed for the elevators. It would be the first time she would make any report directly to Mr Stark, and butterflies did flips in her middle.

She loved her job, truly, but that didn’t prepare her to meet the CEO for the first time. Especially given what she knew of him — both on the job and off — it was hard to /be/ prepared. One thing when he was in the suit and she was behind the mask, and both were up to their elbows in their respective tasks. Hope to gods she wouldn’t say anything too stupid.

Summer brushed at cat fur on her slacks, ran her hand over her red hair, and knocked on Mr Stark’s office door.