“Oh yeah? Were there specifics? Did you leave him with plenty of caffeine?” Summer glances up from her laptop, grinning. “Or is this him doing that thing where he’s afraid he’ll screw it up if he tries to … make his friends be friends?”
“I just called him genius and mentioned that I wouldn’t want to get between him and his coffee. Don’t know, I would like to know you better though, both of you. I didn’t leave any coffee actually. damn. What’s his favorite brand? ” Clint’s planning on dropping by the shop before going back to bother him.
“You might need to go a bit farther afield than the corner shop, honey,” Summer teases. “Tony gets Kona coffee delivered from Hawai’i every couple of months.” She closes the screen down and folds her hands under her chin. “So what do you want to know that you can’t find in the SHIELD files?”
“Oh right, of course he wouldn’t drink anything else.” Clint sighs. “How expensive is it? Should I even think about ordering it? “The archer thinks for a while before getting up to start pacing.”This is where it gets weird if you don’t know what I’m talking about. I know lots about Tony but not this Tony. And SHIELD I don’t know what to say about it.” He grimaces just at the thought about SHIELD.
“Let me guess,” she says. “This isn’t the worldspace you were born in. You’ve got hurled through dimensions somehow.” She considers him for a minute. “Tony will tell his own story. You’ll have to ask him. But what do you want to know about me?”