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He took another deep sip of his drink. “Uh… may I ask what you’re doing to my feet?”

“Trying to be distracting. Is it working?”

“Yeah, I would say creepishly so,” he frowned down at the girl by his feet.

“Which bit? Being at your feet or playing with your shoelaces?” She frowned back up at him. “I can be distracting in other ways, I suppose. What would you like?”

“Uh, both. Just, please don’t tell me you’re one of those people with a foot fetish. I always found that… weird,” Tony shivered slightly as he downed the rest of his drink.

“No, I don’t have a foot fetish. Mine is hands.” Her gaze flickered down to his hands, wrapped around the tumbler, and unconsciously she licked her lips. “I’m at your feet because I know I’m short, and I’ve no problem emphasising that. It makes people let down their guard around me. Underestimate me.” She shrugged.

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The man didn’t know how to appropriately reply to her. “Uh… drink?” he offered awkwardly.

“It would just make it worse. I can’t shield if I’m drunk. Thanks, though.” Summer poked at his shoelaces.

He took another deep sip of his drink. “Uh… may I ask what you’re doing to my feet?”

“Trying to be distracting. Is it working?”

“Yeah, I would say creepishly so,” he frowned down at the girl by his feet.

“Which bit? Being at your feet or playing with your shoelaces?” She frowned back up at him. “I can be distracting in other ways, I suppose. What would you like?”

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Tony nearly snorted scotch out of his nose. “Careful what you wish for…” A smirk played across his tired face. “I never said the scotch wouldn’t get me drunk, I just said it wouldn’t kill me.”

“Hey, at least you have the money and the position to try to do something about it. I just get to feel it, all day every day, my own and everyone else’s weight on my shoulders.” The last bit came out unexpectedly bitter. “Sorry.”

The man didn’t know how to appropriately reply to her. “Uh… drink?” he offered awkwardly.

“It would just make it worse. I can’t shield if I’m drunk. Thanks, though.” Summer poked at his shoelaces.

He took another deep sip of his drink. “Uh… may I ask what you’re doing to my feet?”

“Trying to be distracting. Is it working?”

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“Oh don’t worry sweetheart, after all the chlorophyll I consumed, I don’t think chugging a couple kegs could give me alcohol poisoning,” he replied, taking a stiff swig. “I’m kinda just, fed up with what the world has become, I guess.”

“Welcome to my world,” Summer replied dryly. “I think I’d trade you in a heartbeat. Not sure what the scotch is going to do for you in that regard.” 

Tony nearly snorted scotch out of his nose. “Careful what you wish for…” A smirk played across his tired face. “I never said the scotch wouldn’t get me drunk, I just said it wouldn’t kill me.”

“Hey, at least you have the money and the position to try to do something about it. I just get to feel it, all day every day, my own and everyone else’s weight on my shoulders.” The last bit came out unexpectedly bitter. “Sorry.”

The man didn’t know how to appropriately reply to her. “Uh… drink?” he offered awkwardly.

“It would just make it worse. I can’t shield if I’m drunk. Thanks, though.” Summer poked at his shoelaces.

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Holy fuck I think I’ll just drown myself in a vat of scotch. Yeah, that sounds perfect right now.

I really don’t think you want to do that, Mr Stark.

“Nah, I really think I do. Things might not be as… stupid? I guess?” He poured himself a tumbler of it, staring absently at the red head.

“Start with a glass or two,” she suggested, dropping into lotus position at his feet. “And explain to me why you’re trying to give yourself alcohol poisoning.”

“Oh don’t worry sweetheart, after all the chlorophyll I consumed, I don’t think chugging a couple kegs could give me alcohol poisoning,” he replied, taking a stiff swig. “I’m kinda just, fed up with what the world has become, I guess.”

“Welcome to my world,” Summer replied dryly. “I think I’d trade you in a heartbeat. Not sure what the scotch is going to do for you in that regard.” 

Tony nearly snorted scotch out of his nose. “Careful what you wish for…” A smirk played across his tired face. “I never said the scotch wouldn’t get me drunk, I just said it wouldn’t kill me.”

“Hey, at least you have the money and the position to try to do something about it. I just get to feel it, all day every day, my own and everyone else’s weight on my shoulders.” The last bit came out unexpectedly bitter. “Sorry.”

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Holy fuck I think I’ll just drown myself in a vat of scotch. Yeah, that sounds perfect right now.

I really don’t think you want to do that, Mr Stark.

“Nah, I really think I do. Things might not be as… stupid? I guess?” He poured himself a tumbler of it, staring absently at the red head.

“Start with a glass or two,” she suggested, dropping into lotus position at his feet. “And explain to me why you’re trying to give yourself alcohol poisoning.”

“Oh don’t worry sweetheart, after all the chlorophyll I consumed, I don’t think chugging a couple kegs could give me alcohol poisoning,” he replied, taking a stiff swig. “I’m kinda just, fed up with what the world has become, I guess.”

“Welcome to my world,” Summer replied dryly. “I think I’d trade you in a heartbeat. Not sure what the scotch is going to do for you in that regard.” 

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Holy fuck I think I’ll just drown myself in a vat of scotch. Yeah, that sounds perfect right now.

I really don’t think you want to do that, Mr Stark.

“Nah, I really think I do. Things might not be as… stupid? I guess?” He poured himself a tumbler of it, staring absently at the red head.

“Start with a glass or two,” she suggested, dropping into lotus position at his feet. “And explain to me why you’re trying to give yourself alcohol poisoning.”

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Holy fuck I think I’ll just drown myself in a vat of scotch. Yeah, that sounds perfect right now.

I really don’t think you want to do that, Mr Stark.