theengineer-fitz:
iamthefirechild:
theengineer-fitz:
Fitz froze on the path before his first step, frowning. “Ah…” he circled around one way awkwardly and then back the other. Finally he wound up kneeling down on the middle step and nudging her once. “Ahm, S-Summer? Hey, ah…you’re blocking my door.”
“Boris and Kronos happened to him,” Summer sighed, folding her hands inside her druid-grey cloak with a shiver. “I don’t like to take something so little to Tony,” she added, embarrassed.
He looked up at her from the toy-like thing. “I’m…jus’ going ta pretend who those firs’ two people are,” he told her. He took a few loose wires and tested them quickly for a live current, making sure they still worked. He crossed one over the other two and plugged it back into a socket. “Wha’ does he do?”
“No, sorry, Boris is the otter, and Kronos is one of my cats. Um, Tony Stark?” Summer flushed a little, feeling stupid and half-awake. “I’m not explaining this very well?”
Summer looks up from her book and freezes. “You … aren’t Flyte.” To that self-evident remark, eyebrows high on her face, she adds, “Who are you?”
“Oh yeah? Were there specifics? Did you leave him with plenty of caffeine?” Summer glances up from her laptop, grinning. “Or is this him doing that thing where he’s afraid he’ll screw it up if he tries to … make his friends be friends?”
spacemonkeysg1:
He was bustling around his office, trying to straighten up after an avalanche of papers on his desk had buried his computer. The knock at the door took him by surprise, and he overbalanced, scattering his papers again. “Just a minute!” he carefully extracted himself from his office and closed the door behind him before going to answer the door.
The person who, finally, opened the door matched the descriptions she’d been given — dusty blond, glasses, and a vague air of preoccupation. She hadn’t quite expected academic cute, but that was okay too. “Doctor Daniel Jackson?” she asked. “I need your help.”
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