“Tony Stark. Pleasure to meet you, miss.”
“Um. Hi. Summer Rainault. Likewise?” She’s definitely a bit surprised to be noticed by Tony Stark.
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Well, now.
To what do I owe this honour?
Honour? I see nothing that vaguely resembles honour in your expression. Perhaps horror?
You can’t take a joke?
I rarely joke, young lady.
Missing out on a lot of fun that way. *cocks head to the side* Do I know you?
I was about to ask you that same exact question, dear.
It’s a guarantee you don’t know me.
Summer. Summer Rainault.
Well, now.
To what do I owe this honour?
Honour? I see nothing that vaguely resembles honour in your expression. Perhaps horror?
You can’t take a joke?
I rarely joke, young lady.
Missing out on a lot of fun that way. *cocks head to the side* Do I know you?
That sounds interesting. Tell me about it? Found anything fun?
Interesting? Yes. Fun…? Not so much, I hate to say. I suppose I’ll settle on ‘adventurous.’
What’s the point in wandering if you never find any fun? I’m always looking for fun.
Oh, come on! The only way you would change a long-standing habit like that would be for someone special. Someone your age, forgive me, wouldn’t normally just change their mind about something they’ve done as protection for so long.
I don’t really—I haven’t changed much. Really. It was just that when you don’t have friends you miss out on even the little things, like a hug or a pat on the shoulder. Just—those kinds of little things. Those are the only things that are new, and I didn’t need Steve to— *she cuts off and looks down, shaking her head and chuckling at her own expense* Okay, so now you do know that there’s someone special. Me and my big mouth. *she chuckles again* Still, I mean it. It’s just little things like hugs, I would have gotten those even if Steve and I weren’t… *What are we exactly? she thinks as she trails off*
*grins at her* You’re pretty serious about him. Steve. Pretty common name, that one. Could be anybody. But not to you, I see.
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Greetings, my lady. What is your name?
You can call me Summer.
And you may call me Loki. Tell me, Lady Summer, what has brought you to me this evening?
Truth? I like to wander, and see where my feet — or these days, my wings — take me.
Well, I suppose I can appreciate that. Though my method is a bit more expedient.
That sounds interesting. Tell me about it? Found anything fun?
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“Person? What do you mean?” He asked, tilting his head slightly.
“The reason why you can’t. You have a person you love, right?”
Tom looked down, his brows furrowed as he took in a breath. “Yes, but..I um..” He found it hard to put it into words, he sighed again.
“But? If you love them, then I understand.” Summer hitched one shoulder. “There aren’t many people who can do like I do, loving so many people all at once.”
Tom smiled slightly, but gratefully. “Um, thank you..”
“So, tell me. What kind of person had the loyalty of a person like you?”
Greetings, my lady. What is your name?
You can call me Summer.
And you may call me Loki. Tell me, Lady Summer, what has brought you to me this evening?
Truth? I like to wander, and see where my feet — or these days, my wings — take me.
Greetings, my lady. What is your name?
You can call me Summer.
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She smiled wistfully. “No, of course not. I beg your pardon.” Deliberately, she put some space between them. “I understand if you need to leave now. But you’re welcome to stay.”
“Really, I wouldn’t want to leave you alone so suddenly..I’m really sorry.” He tried a small smile.
“Don’t be. I expected it. Can you … tell me about that person?” She was hugging her knees to her chest, defensive, and couldn’t seem to stop. But at least she still had control of her voice.
“Person? What do you mean?” He asked, tilting his head slightly.
“The reason why you can’t. You have a person you love, right?”