philanthropistplayboybillionaire:
philanthropistplayboybillionaire:
philanthropistplayboybillionaire:
iamthefirechild:
*amused eyes* I know. I think maybe this is more fun. How curious are you?
I’d say I’m curious enough to always get myself in trouble.~
“How about I let you try to find out what I meant, then?” She’s laughing at him, oh yes. When is Tony Stark ever confused? “I dare you, in fact.”
“A dare? Really? Are we in grade school now?” He grinned at her playfully. “I love games. Especially ones I know I can win. Which is all of them,” He finished with an air of arrogance.
“Pfft, you never got out of grade school. I know /all/ the rumours about /you/.” Summer made a beckoning gesture, grinning back. “Come on. What kind of picture records more details than the physical?”
“Ah, actually graduated MIT by nineteen.” He leveled a bored expression her way. “Everyone knows the rumors about me. Only, like, half, of those might be true.” Tony rolled his eyes in exasperation. “Okay. Riddles. I hate riddles.” He paused in thought for the space of several seconds. Finally, he shrugged one shoulder, a look of disinterest on his face. “Don’t care.”
“Must not be that curious after all … I’m wounded. Oh, no, what’s this?” She arched an eyebrow. “Definitely curiosity. And a lot of anger, my my. You do a lovely poker face, Mr Stark, but I’ll give you a secret: I know what you’re feeling.”