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She gave him a very flat look. “All right. In for a penny, in for a pound. Just … wait there for a minute.” She went inside her room, and shut the door. Approximately a minute later, she came back out, looking exactly the same, and grinned at Tony.

“Last one to the pool’s a rotten egg!”

Tony snickered at the look she gave him, and arched an eyebrow when she stepped back out of the room.  ”Assuming you’re wearing a swimsuit under your clothes, don’t I get to go fetch one?  Or are you just expecting one hell of a head start?” he asked, innocently enough.  Well.  For Tony Stark.

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?”

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She gave him a very flat look. “All right. In for a penny, in for a pound. Just … wait there for a minute.” She went inside her room, and shut the door. Approximately a minute later, she came back out, looking exactly the same, and grinned at Tony.

“Last one to the pool’s a rotten egg!”

Tony snickered at the look she gave him, and arched an eyebrow when she stepped back out of the room.  ”Assuming you’re wearing a swimsuit under your clothes, don’t I get to go fetch one?  Or are you just expecting one hell of a head start?” he asked, innocently enough.  Well.  For Tony Stark.

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’.

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“Hi, Jarvis!” Summer waved haphazardly at the ceiling. “Please don’t call me ‘miss,’ it makes me feel like I should still be sixteen and virginal. First name is fine.” She unslung her backpack as she stepped into the elevator, letting it rest at her feet while she examined the details of everything.

“I know I’m sounding like an idiot fangirl here, but I can’t even express how amazing this all is.” The close confines of the elevator, she hoped, wouldn’t last long, because she could already feel the empathic side-effects kicking in. ‘Thank gods for shields and iron control,’ she thought.

There was a beat of silence, and then Tony supplied, “Summer Rainault, Jarvis.  He can’t hear things said outside the building too well.”  The last he directed at Summer.  ”And I wouldn’t say you sound like an idiot fangirl.”  More like just an average fangirl, really.  He’d met enough fangirls to tell the difference.

It wasn’t the shortest elevator ride in history, but then it was a fairly large tower, and guest quarters were just a few floors down from the top.  But it also wasn’t terribly long.  When the elevator dinged open, Tony stepped out and gestured down the hall to the guest suites.  ”Take your pick.”

For simplicity’s sake, Summer picked the first door she came to, pushed the door open with a gentle kick, and dropped her backpack just inside. Then she stretched hugely, with a crackle of unwinding sinews, and turned back to Tony. “Now what?”

Arms crossed and leaning back against the wall beside the elevator, Tony replied, “Pretty sure that’s your call.  You were the lotto winner, were you not?”

She gave him a very flat look. “All right. In for a penny, in for a pound. Just … wait there for a minute.” She went inside her room, and shut the door. Approximately a minute later, she came back out, looking exactly the same, and grinned at Tony.

“Last one to the pool’s a rotten egg!”

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“Hi, Jarvis!” Summer waved haphazardly at the ceiling. “Please don’t call me ‘miss,’ it makes me feel like I should still be sixteen and virginal. First name is fine.” She unslung her backpack as she stepped into the elevator, letting it rest at her feet while she examined the details of everything.

“I know I’m sounding like an idiot fangirl here, but I can’t even express how amazing this all is.” The close confines of the elevator, she hoped, wouldn’t last long, because she could already feel the empathic side-effects kicking in. ‘Thank gods for shields and iron control,’ she thought.

There was a beat of silence, and then Tony supplied, “Summer Rainault, Jarvis.  He can’t hear things said outside the building too well.”  The last he directed at Summer.  ”And I wouldn’t say you sound like an idiot fangirl.”  More like just an average fangirl, really.  He’d met enough fangirls to tell the difference.

It wasn’t the shortest elevator ride in history, but then it was a fairly large tower, and guest quarters were just a few floors down from the top.  But it also wasn’t terribly long.  When the elevator dinged open, Tony stepped out and gestured down the hall to the guest suites.  ”Take your pick.”

For simplicity’s sake, Summer picked the first door she came to, pushed the door open with a gentle kick, and dropped her backpack just inside. Then she stretched hugely, with a crackle of unwinding sinews, and turned back to Tony. “Now what?”

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After a brief internal struggle, Summer answered honestly, “Mostly the computers. I’ve always had a computer, and I just … a man like you, with that suit? You must have some of the best tech on the planet.” She glanced around. “I am going to get so lost in here. Where is my bedroom, anyway?”

Five seconds too late, she realised that might not have been the best thing to ask Tony Stark, playboy. Time to wing it. “I … just want to put my bag down before I even try to go exploring.”

“Now that I can do,” Tony said after a moment’s thought.  ”I’ve still got equipment set up in the garage, when I needed more room for a test.  And I can introduce you to one right now.”  With that, he looked at the ceiling, snapped his fingers, and said, “Yes, I’m talking about you.  Be polite.”

-My apologies, sir.  Guests do not always take it well when the building begins speaking to them.  Greetings, Miss.-

At her last question, Tony smirked, eyebrows raising, but all he said was, “Just follow me,” and turned towards one of the elevators.

“Oh my god!” Summer emitted a tiny, high-pitched squeak. “Is that an AI? No, sorry, if that’s an AI I should be asking it — him? It? Hi?” She tried not to split her face grinning, gave up trying to school her face into something less like a ecstatic schoolgirl. “You wrote an AI! I think I love you!”

She turned around, trying to follow Tony, trying to spot where the speakers were that the AI was using, half-laughing. “This is so amazing!”

-‘Him’ preferably, miss, though I have no objections to ‘it.’  I am Jarvis.-

“I’ve written a few AIs,” Tony corrected, walking backwards with his hands in his pockets so he could face her, grinning with an expression that suggested he was mentally preening at her reaction.  ”Jarvis is just the most advanced and kind of a butt head, and the others live in the workshop most of the time.”

“Hi, Jarvis!” Summer waved haphazardly at the ceiling. “Please don’t call me ‘miss,’ it makes me feel like I should still be sixteen and virginal. First name is fine.” She unslung her backpack as she stepped into the elevator, letting it rest at her feet while she examined the details of everything.

“I know I’m sounding like an idiot fangirl here, but I can’t even express how amazing this all is.” The close confines of the elevator, she hoped, wouldn’t last long, because she could already feel the empathic side-effects kicking in. ‘Thank gods for shields and iron control,’ she thought.

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After a brief internal struggle, Summer answered honestly, “Mostly the computers. I’ve always had a computer, and I just … a man like you, with that suit? You must have some of the best tech on the planet.” She glanced around. “I am going to get so lost in here. Where is my bedroom, anyway?”

Five seconds too late, she realised that might not have been the best thing to ask Tony Stark, playboy. Time to wing it. “I … just want to put my bag down before I even try to go exploring.”

“Now that I can do,” Tony said after a moment’s thought.  ”I’ve still got equipment set up in the garage, when I needed more room for a test.  And I can introduce you to one right now.”  With that, he looked at the ceiling, snapped his fingers, and said, “Yes, I’m talking about you.  Be polite.”

-My apologies, sir.  Guests do not always take it well when the building begins speaking to them.  Greetings, Miss.-

At her last question, Tony smirked, eyebrows raising, but all he said was, “Just follow me,” and turned towards one of the elevators.

“Oh my god!” Summer emitted a tiny, high-pitched squeak. “Is that an AI? No, sorry, if that’s an AI I should be asking it — him? It? Hi?” She tried not to split her face grinning, gave up trying to school her face into something less like a ecstatic schoolgirl. “You wrote an AI! I think I love you!”

She turned around, trying to follow Tony, trying to spot where the speakers were that the AI was using, half-laughing. “This is so amazing!”

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That earned him a grin. “I like nice toys. What kind of toys are we talking about here?” A blast of cold air hit her from the open door, and she shivered. “Come on, then! I want to know what’s here. Can I see your garage? Workshop? Is there a pool?”

Can I touch you? Because fuck, you’re gorgeous.

Summer thanked the gods Tony wasn’t a telepath. And that she knew how not to project. No sense wasting a perfectly good psuedo-vacation by screwing it up from the start.

Tony grinned in return, stepping inside behind her.  ”If you can think of a nice toy, I’ve probably got it stashed somewhere.” And then, in order, he ticked off on one hand, “Garage is fine, the workshop is kinda…iffy, and yes there’s a pool.”

Really, it was a good thing Tony couldn’t read thoughts.  He was already well enough appraised of his own looks.  Any more ego stroking would just be massively excessive and make him even more obnoxious than usual.  So it was fortunate that he had no idea what she was thinking.

“If I promise not to touch anything without permission, may I see the workshop?” Because, oh, the computers! Summer yearned to see those computers. “Please?” She gave Tony big, innocent eyes, complete with clasped hands. “I’ll even put my hair up so nothing catches.”

“Oh, I’m not worried about you touching anything.  But it’s a hazard zone in there, right now.  I’ve been working on a project.  And I don’t want to have to clean up anything you might not be allowed to see.”  Evidently, Bambi eyes had no effect on Tony Stark.  ”What do you want to see in there, anyway?”

After a brief internal struggle, Summer answered honestly, “Mostly the computers. I’ve always had a computer, and I just … a man like you, with that suit? You must have some of the best tech on the planet.” She glanced around. “I am going to get so lost in here. Where is my bedroom, anyway?”

Five seconds too late, she realised that might not have been the best thing to ask Tony Stark, playboy. Time to wing it. “I … just want to put my bag down before I even try to go exploring.”

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That earned him a grin. “I like nice toys. What kind of toys are we talking about here?” A blast of cold air hit her from the open door, and she shivered. “Come on, then! I want to know what’s here. Can I see your garage? Workshop? Is there a pool?”

Can I touch you? Because fuck, you’re gorgeous.

Summer thanked the gods Tony wasn’t a telepath. And that she knew how not to project. No sense wasting a perfectly good psuedo-vacation by screwing it up from the start.

Tony grinned in return, stepping inside behind her.  ”If you can think of a nice toy, I’ve probably got it stashed somewhere.” And then, in order, he ticked off on one hand, “Garage is fine, the workshop is kinda…iffy, and yes there’s a pool.”

Really, it was a good thing Tony couldn’t read thoughts.  He was already well enough appraised of his own looks.  Any more ego stroking would just be massively excessive and make him even more obnoxious than usual.  So it was fortunate that he had no idea what she was thinking.

“If I promise not to touch anything without permission, may I see the workshop?” Because, oh, the computers! Summer yearned to see those computers. “Please?” She gave Tony big, innocent eyes, complete with clasped hands. “I’ll even put my hair up so nothing catches.”

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“Bah, semantics.” Summer grinned. Tapping the backpack next to her with one foot, she glanced at the doors and said, “So, is there a protocol, do you need to do any kind of showy thing, or shall I just march in and take over?”

Tony shrugged, and slid his hands into his pockets.  ”If there’s supposed to be a light show, they failed to tell me about it.  So, best make with the marching and the taking over.”  He turned, sweeping one arm towards the doors like some sort of extravagant doorman.

It should have taken half a second to sling the backpack over her shoulder. Unfortunately, the curse of ‘hair to your knees’ kicked in just then, resulting in three seconds of swearing, followed by ten seconds of pulling all the strands including the annoying elusive ones out from under the straps — and the total ruination of the cool impression she’d been trying to make.

“Aaaand now I look like an idiot.” Shoving her hair back over her left shoulder, Summer pulled the glass door open and asked, “How is this supposed to work, anyway? Am I supposed to follow you around, or … boss you around?” She accented that last with a raised eyebrow.

Tony cleared his throat behind his hand to mask his short burst of laughter, but it wasn’t an entirely successful endeavor.  ”An idiot?  I wouldn’t say that,” he said, his tone one of pure innocence.  ”But it probably wouldn’t be a bad idea to keep such an impressive mane tied back.”

As she brought up who was supposed to boss who around, his eyebrows rose.  ”I’m pretty sure you’re supposed to be in charge.  Besides, if you just followed me around, all mystique would be lost and I’d be revealed as just a rather eccentric business man with very nice toys.”

That earned him a grin. “I like nice toys. What kind of toys are we talking about here?” A blast of cold air hit her from the open door, and she shivered. “Come on, then! I want to know what’s here. Can I see your garage? Workshop? Is there a pool?”

Can I touch you? Because fuck, you’re gorgeous.

Summer thanked the gods Tony wasn’t a telepath. And that she knew how not to project. No sense wasting a perfectly good psuedo-vacation by screwing it up from the start.