Oh, for gods’ sake. I like how you only turn up when I start giving him actual, you know, /compliments/. He said no. I took it. Settle down already.
*huffs*
Lookit, sister, I don’t know what your damage is, but Remy? He can kick your ass ten ways to Sunday without breaking a sweat. He’s pretty damn capable of taking care of himself.
You, however, don’t seem to be able to take no for an answer. Which is why I’m here. I’m gonna talk real slow for you, see if we can get this through your thick skull.
Back. The. Fuck. Off.
And trust me, bub, this is me settled down. You don’t want to see otherwise.
*facepalms* Maybe I should just ask Tony if I can have an advertising campaign, so the rest of you will stop acting like I’m some kind of fragile flower normal mundane. Remy can chase me in circles while he /tries/ to kick my ass ten ways to Sunday. Same for you.
Room for you too, sparky. What /is/ it with men and monogamy? Did I find the only hero in all of New York that /isn’t/ monogamous?
Yeah, here’s how this is gonna play.
You’re going to back the fuck off of my husband.
That’s it. Pretty damn simple, don’t you think? Cause even if we were interested in expanding, which trust me, sister, we aren’t, it wouldn’t be with you. So you can trot along home.
Oh, and princess? Call me sparky again, and you’ll find out why he’s the nice one in the relationship.
Oh, for gods’ sake. I like how you only turn up when I start giving him actual, you know, /compliments/. He said no. I took it. Settle down already.
He nodded as she spoke. She made a valid point. He was very handsome, everyone told him so.
He was about to snatch a drink for her when one of his favourite slow songs came on over the ball room. It was a not quite the classical music that had been on before, but the night had been long and young ones were coming out to play.
“Well how about we dance first, and talk about drinks later?”
“Alright,” she agreed. She tipped an ear to the song, and the smile straightened out. “Good choice.” She gave him her right hand, and slipped her other arm around his waist. There was no hesitation in pressing herself close to him.
He made sure to wrap his free arm as far around her as possible whilst he held her hand in a gentle grip. They swayed to the sound of the music, and he found that he couldn’t keep the grin off of his face. He enjoyed the women’s company who didn’t take his bullshit more than the others. They were always funnier.
“How am I doing so far?” he asked casually as he twirled her around slowly.
“Oh, much better.” Summer would have succumbed to him far more quickly if he had begun by asking her to dance. He was a good dancer. “Are you always this warm?” Oooh, that smile was dangerous. And contagious. She smiled back up at him, wondering what made him smile so.
“I was really quite upset, and probably very sad and vulnerable and angry. Acting presented a way of expelling those feelings in a safe place.” -Tom Hiddleston
