“Please don’t — it’s not you — I’m just …” Summer stumbled over apology, denial, something before giving up. “Dinner. Yes. Okay.” She nodded a little, watching him, then stood up, head tipped back to keep her eyes locked on his face. “Maybe … not step quite so far back. First date, yes?” she said, trying for brave. She reached out, lightly resting her fingertips on his chest. “After all, that tension is there. I, um, I’m worth at least a dinner beforehand,” she tried to joke.
“Okay. First date,” he agreed with a light grin. He placed a hand over hers on his chest and gently brought it up to place a small kiss on the center of her palm. He appreciated her courage; after all, he loved a woman not afraid to go for what she desired. “Then we take things from there. Wherever they may end up,” he shrugged once more before lacing their fingers together by his side. “Do you have a location in mind?”
Summer shook her head. “I think you should pick, if this is a first date.” She grinned up at him, biting her lip. “You’ve respected my ‘no’; if I’ve another, I’ll say it. Until then, wine me and dine me, show me what a good time with Tony Stark is like when he’s clothed.”