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.”
Uncurling a little more, she showed him the jumbled pieces of a little robot in her lap. “Can you fix him?”
He frowned at the little bot, feeling sorry for it. “Ah, les’ see,” he took it gently from her, examining it in his hands. “Yeah. I think I can ge’ him back in order.” He helped her to her feet and then led her inside to the lab, putting the robot gently down on the table. “Wha’ happened ta this little guy?”
“Boris and Kronos happened to him,” Summer sighed, folding her hands inside her druid-grey cloak with a shiver. “I don’t like to take something so little to Tony,” she added, embarrassed.