“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?”
Summer leads the way outside, through the private halls, because Stark Tower is still one of the headquarters of Stark Industries, after all, and it’s impolite to interrupt the staff. She casts a bemused glance at Clint. “You’re in hiding, afraid for being hunted, and you come here to hang out? Are you actively trying to get yourself killed?” Her tone makes it clear she’s teasing, but there’s still an element of truth in her words. Sooner or later, he’s bound to be spotted by someone he doesn’t want to be seen by.
“I’m good at making a quick escape if needed but didn’t you say that ‘I’m safe here’ before,” Clint answers teasingly grinning at you.
“The other Clint is not in trouble here I believe, so your SHIELD should not be hunting me. Unless my SHIELD runs after me I don’t think I actually have to worry that much but it doesn’t hurt to be careful.”“Very true. And if SHIELD from your universe comes hunting you, we probably have a bigger problem, no offense, than them hunting you. That kind of spillover is very bad.” Summer pushes open the door and goes outside, picking her way down the icy steps. “Which way did you want to go?”
“None taken.” he says smiling, it’s not very easy to offend him. “You have a point there. I find it very unlikely that they would really follow me anyway. They don’t have the technology yet.”
“Let’s go to the right, I think I remember a park being a walking distance away there.”
“If we threw a stone hard enough we’d hit Central Park,” she shrugs. “That’s why I moved into this area to begin with, before I ever met Tony properly.” Summer pulls her coat closer around her neck, giving an exaggerated shiver. “There’ll be drink stands by the ice rink, I’m sure.”