He kissed her slowly, lazily, hands curled loosely over her hips. When he drew back, he answered, “I’m supposed to be putting a presentation together. I decided to distract myself.”
“With me? Awww, I’m flattered. Is this supposed to be a long-term distraction or a momentary distraction?”
“Momentary, unfortunately. I do have to get it done, and now that Jarvis has that whole ‘human’ thing going on, he can tell me to go fuck myself if I ask him to do it.”
“Awww, poor baby,” she teased. To draw the moment out a little longer, she kissed him again, lingeringly.
He kissed her slowly, lazily, hands curled loosely over her hips. When he drew back, he answered, “I’m supposed to be putting a presentation together. I decided to distract myself.”
“With me? Awww, I’m flattered. Is this supposed to be a long-term distraction or a momentary distraction?”
“Hey babe,” Summer murmured, half distracted with sorting books. She frowned briefly at the assorted piles, then unwound herself to her feet and came over to put her arms around Tony’s waist and kiss first his arc reactor and then press up on her toes to kiss his mouth. “What’s up?”
“Aaaah, cheater!” She ripped the fire back out of the fireball after it dropped past him, unwilling to put in the effort to make it home on him. “That’s a valid point. Not that, you know, we’re having a lot of weather today. You could ask Thor for help with that.” She hovered at the lower altitude for a moment. “Are you pushing the height limit today?”
“I don’t need weather for altitude testing, though I might just ask him about that next time I see him,” he replied. Still, he didn’t attempt to break any height records or leave the atmosphere. “S’pose I could test wind resistance, though.” He sounded impish as he said it, right before he plummeted straight down, repulsors going dark.
“Son of a FUCK!” she shrieked, high enough that the com warped the sound. “You pull out of that right now, I’m going to murder you, I’m gonna fuckin’ squash you, I will light your ass on fire Tony fucking Stark if you do not pull out of that right the fuck now! JARVIS I TOLD YOU SO STOP HIM!”
She started to answer, but then he bolted off, and instead she growled into the com playfully and took off after him. A handful of fire chased after him faster. “You have a big damn building,” she said, finally. “We’ve /already/ done flying in it.”
“Yeah, flying out of it. I don’t just fly around inside for kicks. Not when I’m sober, at least.” The HUD pinged, and he abruptly dropped fifteen feet, and then angled off towards the west. “Kinda like I also didn’t have the tower built for kicks; most of it’s already in use, and I can’t put one under the tower or it would interfere with the arc reactor. Besides,” he halted, and then shot straight up into the air, “altitude and weather tests are easier where there’s real altitude and weather.”
“Aaaah, cheater!” She ripped the fire back out of the fireball after it dropped past him, unwilling to put in the effort to make it home on him. “That’s a valid point. Not that, you know, we’re having a lot of weather today. You could ask Thor for help with that.” She hovered at the lower altitude for a moment. “Are you pushing the height limit today?”
She shot to meet him, twining around him in midair to lose momentum. “So?” she shouted. “Should we play chase, just to push the limits? Or should I attack? I heard the X-men have a danger room, do we need one of those?”
“An indoor training room sounds like it would be a bit limited, where flying’s concerned,” Tony replied, “at least if I really want to push the envelope.” The HUD was working well, the magic of Summer’s wings registering. “Anyway, why not chase and attack? See if you can hit me.” With a laugh, he twisted in mid-air and shot off into the sky.
She started to answer, but then he bolted off, and instead she growled into the com playfully and took off after him. A handful of fire chased after him faster. “You have a big damn building,” she said, finally. “We’ve /already/ done flying in it.”
“Mmmheheheh — s-stop, Tony, I can’t breathe.” All she could do was flail helplessly at him; she didn’t want to hurt him for tickling her. Whichever way she curled up, he found an unprotected spot, and she couldn’t turn it off for laughing. “T-tony!”
Tony hummed in slow contemplation, before he finally decided, “Well, I guess I could.” He rolled aside again, sprawling out on the floor, one arm flung out to the side, the other tossed over Summer.
She hugged her arms around it. “Mine now. You cannot has. My arm.” She inspected it, slightly cross-eyed, and then licked it.
“I still hate it.” It was a mumble, made without expectation of answer. She dropped straight down again, relishing the scream of the wind past her ears and the way the loose bits of her hair went straight up, and banked out into a curve that took her over the northern end of Central Park.
Tony came to a halt in the air, hovering upright, as the HUD highlighted a familiar burning figure in the not-so-far-off distance. He grinned to himself beneath the mask and angled towards her with a burst of his repulsors.
She shot to meet him, twining around him in midair to lose momentum. “So?” she shouted. “Should we play chase, just to push the limits? Or should I attack? I heard the X-men have a danger room, do we need one of those?”
Summer’s speaking voice is fairly low, for a woman. Despite her somewhat petite appearance, her natural tone is alto, not soprano, though as she gets drunk or exhausted the pitch will creep up. Certain intense emotions will also cause an increase in pitch. She has incredible emotional flexibility with her voice, and it’s quite easy to tell what she’s feeling just by listening to her tone. Be wary of when her voice seems to carry no emotions — that means she’s been hurt emotionally quite badly, and is imposing a massive amount of control over herself, something she doesn’t do normally.
♫ – singing voice
Summer is a pretty good singer. She will never be a professional musician (in part due to the fact that she can’t read music), but she can carry a tune in a bucket handily and actually has a pretty large range, from low alto to mid-soprano. Just don’t ask her to do octave or greater jumps; she will squeak and it will sound awful. She quite likes to sing to whatever music happens to be playing.
“I hate it when you’re logical at me,” she grumped, peeling off in the general direction of Tony’s flight. “Which way did he go? Is this going to be like that video you showed me of his first flight? I don’t want to chase him through the stratosphere.”
–One of us has to be logical.- Jarvis began making his way from the workshop to the balcony, to have a better view of things. -Mr. Stark is heading in the general direction of Central Park.-
In this case, ‘general direction’ meant ‘sort of aimlessly spiraling towards.’ After all, flying in a straight line wasn’t really going to properly test out the new suit, now was it?
“I still hate it.” It was a mumble, made without expectation of answer. She dropped straight down again, relishing the scream of the wind past her ears and the way the loose bits of her hair went straight up, and banked out into a curve that took her over the northern end of Central Park.