Very gently, still smiling, Summer said, “Darlin’, I’m twice that age. It’s very flattering, though.” Stark. That was interesting. She’d hoped for something friendlier. “Yes, I know Tony. Very well.” She couldn’t help reaching for the arc reactor pendant; she wore it all the time now, for reasons she wasn’t quite ready to examine.
The soldier looked with amazement at the pendant that she had shown him before looking back at the woman. Could it be that she and Stark are close? “I suppose that you and him are close friends. That’s … good.”
“That’s one way to put it. I suppose.” One fingertip slid over the centre diamond. “Anyway, you see now that I’m plenty old enough for what I do.”