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“Ah, well, the world knows how you think of yourself, Mr Stark. But I am asking you to stop telling me pretty lies and answer a simple question. Come now, is it so hard?” Why was she even pressing the point like this, she wondered to herself. Because what /her/ ego really needed was to be squashed by Tony Stark, master playboy.
“You know what I could really go for right now? Shawarma. Love the stuff. Ever tried shawarma?” Tony took the woman by the arm and started to lead her down the sidewalk.
“Yes, actually,” Summer replied, startled into answering. “It’s not my favourite, but I like it well enough. My sister took me while we were in DC for — something.” She let him guide her, unresisting, going so far as to properly tuck her hand over his arm rather than being pulled along.
Tony smiled at her, for both the success of his distraction, and her willingness to go along with him. “Fantastic. Then we should go get some now.” He lead her along, listening to her explanation. “What was that ‘something’?” He tilted his head, quirking an eyebrow at her inquisitively.
“Had to do with getting me connected to SHIELD as a search-and-rescue specialist without being a member of SHIELD.” Summer made a face. “Apparently they got tired of all the paperwork involved in bringing me in on a temporary basis. I told them, as long as I’m not a member and get the right to turn down ‘assignments’,” she made finger quotes, “I’m good. Are we going somewhere speci—No, forget that. What /are/ we doing?”