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.”
“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.
He looked up at her from the toy-like thing. “I’m…jus’ going ta pretend who those firs’ two people are,” he told her. He took a few loose wires and tested them quickly for a live current, making sure they still worked. He crossed one over the other two and plugged it back into a socket. “Wha’ does he do?”
“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?”