“Not /allowed/, is it?” Summer bit down on a smile, and poked his nose. “How will you stop me? I’m /deeply/ curious.”“I won’t. I’d probably get in trouble if I tried. But I’d be very sad if you did.” He pouted at her dramatically as he said it, just for effect.
She couldn’t smother the grin this time; Tony’s pout was too cute. “I’m not going to.” Just to stop him complaining right now, though, she started braiding it back.
“Yay.” He twirled one finger of the hand that wasn’t currently under his head, around in a ‘whee’ motion. “Another catastrophe averted.”
Freeing one hand, she smacked him on the top of his head. “Behave. And talk to me about what is going on with Clint.”