Penthouse. Yeah, okay. Where the Avengers had fought Loki to a standstill. Where Tony lived. Be cool, she thought, breathe, relax, don’t project. He’s just taking you on the simple tour he offered, no sweat, nothing to it.
“That sounds really great.” Summer tapped a toe against the floor of the elevator and chuckled a little. “Good thing I wore my walking shoes.”
Bloody hell, she couldn’t even look him in the eyes.
Tony stared at the nervous girl, a smile hovering around the edges of his lips. It always amused him when it came to fans and how they’d make complete fools out of themselves so they could impress him. And they usually never succeeded in that.
“I like socks, usually.” He spoke up, glancing down at his regular black shoes he had on now. He’d kick them off when the elevator stopped.
Raising his eyes to the ding, Tony waited a few moments before stepping into the penthouse, eyes bright. Sure, they had done a bit of remodeling, Tony Stark never liked the same thing for long, but everything seemed to be in its original place. Stepping up towards the side of a couch, he kicked off the shoes before looking back at her. “Like it?”
“My /preference/ is for bare feet, but that’s just not feasible in New York, really.” Socks! It was cute, a thing she hadn’t expected of Tony Stark. Summer followed him out of the elevator and paused at the expanse of window before her. She barely even noticed Tony taking off his shoes, drifting toward the glass.
“It looks so different from the inside,” she murmured, fingertips lightly against the pane. “No wonder I could hear your panic when you fell. It’s amazing you survived.” She turned, slowly, gazing up and around, noting the narrow window-slits, the ramp, the bar. “I love the openness of it,” Summer commented, after a long silent moment.