“This place could use a flight well,” Summer muttered as she shot for the stairs. Down, down was easy, hit the railing and slide, hands on the post and swing, try not to get dizzy. Up was a bit harder, if she wanted any turn of speed; she had to boost herself with rising heat and turn in an even more dizzying spiral.
Either way, she was gasping for breath and had hands clamped to a stitch in her side by the time she hit the pool level.
Since it was mostly irrelevant, Jarvis didn’t mention that there was a flight well, but it was attached to Mr. Stark’s lab.
Tony stepped into the pool area, eyebrows raising when he saw her. ”Blast it all,” he sighed, “beaten to the pool in my own tower. How will I ever recover from this blow?” He grinned. “‘Course, I’ll probably recover a bit faster than you. Very leisurely elevator ride, that was.”
Stripping her shirt up her body and off over her head, Summer grinned. “I just need the water to hold me up and I’m fine.” She shucked her shorts as quickly, leaving it all in a pile on the decking, and knelt to sweep a hand through the water.
Cool, but not cold. Kneel turned into shallow dive, flinging herself through the first foot or so of water with careless ease, before she resurfaced facefirst, long hair swirling around her shoulders. “I guess you’ll just have to punish my audacity, then.”