Summer gazed up the height of Stark Tower, bright hair dancing in the late evening breeze. It truly was a gorgeous piece of work. Even better since they’d finished cleaning up from the Manhattan Incident a few months ago. One day, she might get to see the interior properly; it just wasn’t as much fun in stolen glimpses during a firefight.
She smiled wryly at herself. Okay, so maybe that wasn’t her only motivation. It would also be nice to meet Tony Stark as herself, instead of passing by, behind her mask. Behind his faceplate. What was he really like? He had a smart mouth, she knew that.