“Ugh, god, Jarvis, lights. My head is killing me.” The lights dimmed, and Tony shifted somewhat from where he was hidden behind the bar on the ground.
-Sir—-
“Quietly, J—” He coughed harshly into his elbow for a long moment. “Keep it quiet, Jarvis.”
-Bad day, sir?-
“Heh. Very astute.”
“Tony, I’m b — Tony?” Summer stopped inside the door and blinked. “I thought he was here …” she muttered.