Once again her lips twitched, trying to hide her amusement. Did he realise how open his emotions were? He did a very skilled job at keeping them off his face, though; kudos for that. “Stark. We’re … ” Summer hesitated. What word could she possibly use for their complicated relationship? “… friends. You know,” she cocked an eyebrow up at Nero, “you can just ask straight out. I don’t mind.”
He blinked at her. Ask what straight out? “I’m…not sure what you’re referring to.” What was happening. “Friends, allright. I was confused about which Tony you meant. But Stark it is. I’ve heard of him.” He nodded politely, finding the right hallway to the training rooms. “Gave me quite the assignment last summer.”
“I mean you’re very curious, and being very laconic, and I’m telling you, it’s okay to ask me any of the things stirring up that curiosity,” Summer told him, tone light but a little serious. “That must have been before I met him. Can you talk about it, or is it classified?” She noticed the sign, finally, indicating their location, and whacked herself in the head. “I think I walked past here twice earlier.”