// GAHHHH. That gave me the biggest grin ever. Omfg. PERFECT.
// KAJSBSDNGMDFSGBDJFG, that’s definitely a good reaction to have.
Here’s one other I’m fond of:
Like Ru I’m pretty sure you /are/ some incarnation of Robert or one or all of his characters. Probably Tony.
I wish I had some replies …
“They typically are but, sometimes I think it might have done me some good to actually have had one. Then again, I honestly wouldn’t be where I am now so…eh,” he muses, making a gesture with one of his hands. “That is a pretty true statement. And ah, well, you’re not alone in that department. Neither of us are. Plenty of people have their childhood ripped from them for a variety of awful reasons and some pretty stupid ones.”
“Well let’s have one now! We’re already making a good start. Macaroni and cheese, late night movies, running through the park like idiots — I’ve got some nerf guns back at the house, we could have a nerf war.” She skips ahead, grinning hugely, and walks backward for a little bit so she can look at him. “I know, I’m incorrigible.”
“They had better be Disney, Pixar, and Dreamworks movies or I’m out.” Tony teased, before letting out an amused laugh. “You realize that if you hand me a NERF gun, I’ll spend about an hour or more for ways to modify it? I’m not kidding. Better fire power, shooting speed, modify it to fit a larger clip, so on and so forth.” He raises an eyebrow, watching her walk backwards for the present moment. “Incorrigible? I’m not sure I’d call you that. Maybe a little eccentric.”
“If you /must/ modify nerf guns, do your own, don’t touch mine. I’ve already modded mine as far as I want, and I /have/ the chain gun version already. The cats love it,” she says conspiratorially. “And I thought eccentric was everyone’s favourite word for /you/, Mr St—Tony.” She turns back around. “How much farther?”
Tony snorts. “Barely had a childhood is more like it.” He leads the way to the cafe he had mentioned formerly, letting out a laugh at the comment following her first. “Is that what people think? Funny, I almost wish it was true sometimes.”
“Childhoods are overrated,” she says sagely. “You’re only as old as you want to be. If it makes you feel better, I didn’t exactly get a childhood either.”
“They typically are but, sometimes I think it might have done me some good to actually have had one. Then again, I honestly wouldn’t be where I am now so…eh,” he muses, making a gesture with one of his hands. “That is a pretty true statement. And ah, well, you’re not alone in that department. Neither of us are. Plenty of people have their childhood ripped from them for a variety of awful reasons and some pretty stupid ones.”
“Well let’s have one now! We’re already making a good start. Macaroni and cheese, late night movies, running through the park like idiots — I’ve got some nerf guns back at the house, we could have a nerf war.” She skips ahead, grinning hugely, and walks backward for a little bit so she can look at him. “I know, I’m incorrigible.”
“You had a childhood?” she teased, following along. “I thought you were just born fullgrown from robotics, like Athena from Zeus’ head.”
Tony snorts. “Barely had a childhood is more like it.” He leads the way to the cafe he had mentioned formerly, letting out a laugh at the comment following her first. “Is that what people think? Funny, I almost wish it was true sometimes.”
“Childhoods are overrated,” she says sagely. “You’re only as old as you want to be. If it makes you feel better, I didn’t exactly get a childhood either.”
*checks Tony out when he’s outside the Tower*
{Tony happened to have his back to her as he was presently talking to some press. They were rather persistent, continually asking questions about Iron Man, the Avengers, plans for the next tower. As ridiculous as it was, Tony was doing his best to answer every question being thrown his way. And he never ran out of clever, witty responses.
Finally, they gave up; majority of the reporters and their crew were satisfied with the answers and left the billionaire standing in front of his tower with his hands in his pockets. He pivoted and saw Summer standing by the building several feet away. Tony cocked his head to the side and raised an eyebrow with a small smile.}
Hi.
*blinks, startled, and laughs at herself* Hi. Sorry. I was staring.
{He let out a light laugh and shrugged} People tend to do that considering it’s hard not to stare at me. After all, I am one of the most attractive men in the world, so I don’t blame you for staring.
Anything I can do for you while we’re standing here and I’m continually inflating my ego?
Hark at you! Maybe I should be looking for ways to deflate your ego. Is that allowed?
“Absolutely not, it’s practically illegal in every country,” he snickered with a broad smile.
“Damn, and I’m such a law-abiding citizen, too!” She rolled her eyes. “Then again, I’d have to do some hacking to find something you’re bad at. Too much like work.”
“Well security’s pretty serious and the last person you want trouble with is me. But, what if I gave you a freebie and told you something I’m not so great at? Square deal? Oh and I get to take you for lunch,” he mused, still smiling away.
She blinked at him, mildly confused, for a long moment. “It sounds a bit like I’m getting all the benefits there,” she commented.
Tony snickers. “Can you blame me for feeling rather charitable today? Besides, the press wears me out and I was headed off for lunch anyways. Can’t hurt to invite a sassy conversational partner along, am I right?” he questioned, raising an eyebrow.
“I’m not saying no, by any means, Mr Stark.” She gave him a sweet, innocent smile. “My name is Summer. Where shall we go?”
“Just figured I’d give a little reasoning behind my offer is all. Most people usually question me for offering to do something for someone without reasoning.” He reflected the smile with one of his more charming ones. “Pleased to meet you Summer, now that we’re acquainted, you can call me Tony. As for where to go, well there are plenty of good cafes that sell great sandwiches. You up for anything in particular? It’s always good manners to ask the lady as well.”
“I’m not really picky about where we go. Anywhere is fine.” She shrugged, eyes crinkling in a hidden laugh. “I’ll try anything once.”
“Good, fair enough. There’s a good place within walking distance that has some pretty damn killer mac ‘n cheese that I’ve been craving for the past week,” he remarks, adjusting his sunglasses. “Shall we then?”
“Oh, mac’n’cheese, /those/ are magic words. I would follow the Trickster for good mac’n’cheese. Which way?”
“Who doesn’t love mac ‘n’ cheese. It’s a classic favorite of majority of the American population that actually had a childhood. That and hamburgers/cheeseburgers.” He nods in the direction and starts leading the way there.
“You had a childhood?” she teased, following along. “I thought you were just born fullgrown from robotics, like Athena from Zeus’ head.”
tumblr, you are eating my asks and I am not patient. Therefore, I am going to sleep. Say goodnight, Summer.
