Funny. She arched an eyebrow right back. “No longer capable of protecting yourself? You could hire a bodyguard.”
Come to think of it, although she’d been joking, what exactly was Tony Stark doing, just … running? Didn’t that Tower of his have basically every amenity known to man, and some only known to, well, Tony Stark, in it?
She looked him up and down, grinning. “Or you could run away. You’re all set for that.”
He squinted slightly.
“I am perfectly capable of protecting myself. I just don’t necessarily want to, right now.”
“Why would I hire a bodyguard? That just requires that I have to run at the same pace as them. What if they go too slow? Then I’m making them do a shitty job because they can’t keep up with me.”
He shrugged lightly, looking around for a moment before he looked back at her.
“What are you even doing?”
“People-watching. Making fun of you. Why?”
Oh, this was fun. He was supposed to be the most witty, smooth man in the world, and it was so /easy/ to make fun of him.
She rolled over, tried to get up, planted one hand on the end of her long braid, and sat down hard. “Ow. Swear words.” The second attempt went better, and she stuck her hands in her pockets as she sauntered over to him.
He was a long way up to look. At least eight inches taller than she was. Maybe more like a foot. She rocked onto her toes, slightly, smirking.