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*snorts* In fairness, I’ve only had one actual relationship. You can’t expect me to be a master at recognizing the signs.
I expected you never to know. I had you figured for the type to run in terror if the word ‘love’ was ever mentioned in a serious context.
Still not a normal girl, though.
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…Well, that’s how it usually goes. That’s pretty much my definition of ‘normal’ at this point.
I think I might actually be hurt! You think I’m /normal/? *laughing* Where has your attention been, Tony Stark?
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The arrogance? The ego the size of a large country? The lack of tact? The inability to figure out how other people work? The fact that I’m just generally obnoxious? I could go on.
Hard to hate the things I share, Tony. Maybe for other people, it’s that simple, but you’re more than those things. *blows him a kiss* Did you think I kept coming back just for the kisses, darlin’? Really?
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Well I’ve never really been particularly easy to love.
Love isn’t about easy. *shrugs* You’re funny, interesting, sexy, intelligent, good with your hands … what’s not to love?
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…I don’t think I saw that coming.
Thought I was just playing with you, hm?
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Ooh, complicated? Should I ask for elaboration?
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“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.”
“Poor Jarvis! You should have access to something that will let you be more proactive around the place.” Summer couldn’t help her active brain instantly starting to tick over various schemes to give Jarvis some arms, or hands, or something. “It shouldn’t be too hard for you to have some robots to command.” She chewed on her lip, thinking, then shook her head.
“Nothing I can do right now. Jarvis, honey, can you give me a map to the pool? Or help me get there somehow? And oh! towels.”
-I have access to a far larger percent of the building than otherwise, Miss Rainault. Mr. Stark’s dresser and closet, however, are both fully manual. I have opened a map on the terminal by the elevator, and you will find towels in the pool area already.-
While that exchange was taking place, Tony was back in the elevator and making his way down to the pool in a swimsuit and t-shirt.
“I can already tell, I am going to miss the hell out of you when I have to leave here.” Summer flung herself at the elevator, one glance taking in the map. “Not gonna make it, am I?” She slapped at the floor button, and tried to breathe out the jitters adrenaline ran through her bloodstream.
Okay, so challenging Tony Stark to a race in his own tower might have been a little stupid. “Jarvis, I don’t suppose you’d help me cheat, would you?”
-The sentiment is most appreciated. It appears Mr. Stark’s elevator has stopped for a rather large influx of passengers a few floors short of his destination. If you utilize the stairwell, there is a chance you can make it to the pool before him.-
(Meanwhile, Tony glowered at the ceiling of the elevator. ”You had something to do with this.” The ceiling, however, did not deign to answer him.)
“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.
“Poor Jarvis! You should have access to something that will let you be more proactive around the place.” Summer couldn’t help her active brain instantly starting to tick over various schemes to give Jarvis some arms, or hands, or something. “It shouldn’t be too hard for you to have some robots to command.” She chewed on her lip, thinking, then shook her head.
“Nothing I can do right now. Jarvis, honey, can you give me a map to the pool? Or help me get there somehow? And oh! towels.”
-I have access to a far larger percent of the building than otherwise, Miss Rainault. Mr. Stark’s dresser and closet, however, are both fully manual. I have opened a map on the terminal by the elevator, and you will find towels in the pool area already.-
While that exchange was taking place, Tony was back in the elevator and making his way down to the pool in a swimsuit and t-shirt.
“I can already tell, I am going to miss the hell out of you when I have to leave here.” Summer flung herself at the elevator, one glance taking in the map. “Not gonna make it, am I?” She slapped at the floor button, and tried to breathe out the jitters adrenaline ran through her bloodstream.
Okay, so challenging Tony Stark to a race in his own tower might have been a little stupid. “Jarvis, I don’t suppose you’d help me cheat, would you?”
That earned him a smirk. “Weeeeelllll … you know the tower, and I don’t, so just because you go off and get a swimsuit doesn’t mean I get a head start.” Summer put a finger to her lips, considering. “Given your … reputation, I’m a little surprised you even bother with a suit.
“But I suppose I can let you have one.” This grin was positively wicked, all ‘see what I did thar’ and ‘I dare you to say anything’.
Tony gave her a look, a silent sort of ‘really now?’ and of course he couldn’t just…not comment on it. It wasn’t as if he had some sort of decent reputation to preserve, after all.
“Well, typically when someone wants me sans clothing, we’re not going swimming. But I suppose I could make an exception, if you really want me to,” he said, his grin the epitome of beaming, cherubic innocence, ‘see what I did there, I can play this game, too!’
“I was unaware /that/ option was even on the table,” Summer shot back. “I usually prefer a bit of foreplay before hopping into bed with someone. Shoo. Go get that swimsuit.” Then her eyebrows shot up as a new thought occurred to her. “Jarvis, is it possible for you to deliver things around the tower? Like, say, a swimsuit?”
Tony grinned, but refrained from saying ‘when is it ever off the table?’ ”I’ll meet you at the pool,” he said, stepping back into the elevator as Jarvis answered.
-Considering I am a computer, I could have someone fetch one, but I have no way of delivering one myself. I believe Mr. Stark has decided it would simply be faster for him to fetch his own.-
“Poor Jarvis! You should have access to something that will let you be more proactive around the place.” Summer couldn’t help her active brain instantly starting to tick over various schemes to give Jarvis some arms, or hands, or something. “It shouldn’t be too hard for you to have some robots to command.” She chewed on her lip, thinking, then shook her head.
“Nothing I can do right now. Jarvis, honey, can you give me a map to the pool? Or help me get there somehow? And oh! towels.”