“/So/ sure of yourself, Mr Stark.” She glanced around, checking the heaviness of the crowd. Not too bad. Plenty to tap off of, not too many people to freak out. She skipped a couple steps, speeding up a touch, then launched into a low-level glide, sans wings. “I don’t play fair. Come and get me!” Then she took off up the path.
He arched with lightly lifted brow for a moment as she started skipping. And then he could only blink as suddenly she was….
Was she flying?
…. well, honestly he shouldn’t be surprised. After all, he palled around with gods and made deals with demons. Why should one flying girl surprise him?
“Have it your way…”
He didn’t need the build up, didn’t need some flashy maneuver, and there was no one around but Summer. So he just simply went… faster. Faster than a human should be capable of moving. The only indication that anything had remotely changed about him was the sudden symbol glowing in the far corner of his right eye as he caught up to her with a wink.
“You should probably at least tell me where we’re going. Don’t want to run past it, after all.”
“I did tell you. Irish pub. Weren’t you listening?” Summer glanced over, eyelids flickering slightly. So. There was much more to him than was publicly known. “So we are showing off now?” She put on a bit more speed.
“Just down this block by my apartment, and … ” She landed lightly. “Here we are. Now, I’ve shown you one of mine, perhaps you’ll return the favour.” She swung the door open, with that shot, and stepped inside.