Fitz froze on the path before his first step, frowning. “Ah…” he circled around one way awkwardly and then back the other. Finally he wound up kneeling down on the middle step and nudging her once. “Ahm, S-Summer? Hey, ah…you’re blocking my door.”
“No, sorry, Boris is the otter, and Kronos is one of my cats. Um, Tony Stark?” Summer flushed a little, feeling stupid and half-awake. “I’m not explaining this very well?”
He looked up at her again, hands stilling, a clear question on his face. “They do…Tony Stark?” he looked puzzled (and a bit concerned). “I’m…I don’…I don’ understand.”
It felt oddly like bragging, saying it aloud to this curly-headed, innocent-looking young man. Maybe it was because she hardly ever had to say it at all. “I’m Tony’s girlfriend. Among other things. Tony Stark’s girlfriend.”