She stuck her tongue out. “Unfair, low blow, Stark. I’m going to need something better than a hairdryer to warm me up if I let you pour ice over my head.” She tossed the tablet on the couch and came over to drape her arms around his neck — well, she tried to, anyway. “Ouch!” She pulled her hand away from the gauntlet and shook it. “It sparked me!”
“Whoops. Jarvis. Scanners—”
-Are running, sir.-
“Good. Need to fine tune the shield to recognize Summer’s and Loki’s baseline readings. Anyway.” He moved away from the worktop enough that he would be out of the shield’s range. “Should I have hot chocolate waiting for you? Jarvis has gotten pretty good at kitchen-y things.”
His moving meant her arms slid off his shoulders, and she growled softly. “I was thinking something a little more hands-on.” She came up and wrapped her arms around his middle, resting her head on his chest. “Jarvis can hold the camera.”