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“Anons,” Tony emitted softly before walking up to her, tilting her head back and pressing a kiss against her lips.
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“My /preference/ is for bare feet, but that’s just not feasible in New York, really.” Socks! It was cute, a thing she hadn’t expected of Tony Stark. Summer followed him out of the elevator and paused at the expanse of window before her. She barely even noticed Tony taking off his shoes, drifting toward the glass.
“It looks so different from the inside,” she murmured, fingertips lightly against the pane. “No wonder I could hear your panic when you fell. It’s amazing you survived.” She turned, slowly, gazing up and around, noting the narrow window-slits, the ramp, the bar. “I love the openness of it,” Summer commented, after a long silent moment.
Tony gave a shrug. “I don’t go out much anymore.” He didn’t need to, really. Everything he wanted was in here. Well, shawarma had to be ordered from the outside, but he was fine with that. “Huh?” He questioned, turning to look at her before noticing where she was. Frowning at the memory, he hopped off a few steps before coming down to the lower part of the penthouse and stood next to her.
“I had my suit. And the bracelets.” He assured her after a moment. Tony was lucky he had thought of those before he came to New York. Now, he always kept them in his pockets so he didn’t have to run to his bar every time he needed them. “I do too. It’s why I designed it this way.”
“I know you did. Well, I know now. All I knew then was that I wasn’t sure I was going to be able to catch you. Too much distance to cover, too many other people who might be sacrificed if I tried.” Her voice was low, distant. Those memories hurt; she hadn’t been able to save everyone. The count of the living …
But here was one of the living, and the ripples from him were enormous, and affected far more than her. She shook her head, shaking off the thoughts. A smile curled at her mouth when she noticed the sock feet. Why did his humanity make her like him even more? “Going to do the rest without shoes?”
Penthouse. Yeah, okay. Where the Avengers had fought Loki to a standstill. Where Tony lived. Be cool, she thought, breathe, relax, don’t project. He’s just taking you on the simple tour he offered, no sweat, nothing to it.
“That sounds really great.” Summer tapped a toe against the floor of the elevator and chuckled a little. “Good thing I wore my walking shoes.”
Bloody hell, she couldn’t even look him in the eyes.
Tony stared at the nervous girl, a smile hovering around the edges of his lips. It always amused him when it came to fans and how they’d make complete fools out of themselves so they could impress him. And they usually never succeeded in that.
“I like socks, usually.” He spoke up, glancing down at his regular black shoes he had on now. He’d kick them off when the elevator stopped.
Raising his eyes to the ding, Tony waited a few moments before stepping into the penthouse, eyes bright. Sure, they had done a bit of remodeling, Tony Stark never liked the same thing for long, but everything seemed to be in its original place. Stepping up towards the side of a couch, he kicked off the shoes before looking back at her. “Like it?”
“My /preference/ is for bare feet, but that’s just not feasible in New York, really.” Socks! It was cute, a thing she hadn’t expected of Tony Stark. Summer followed him out of the elevator and paused at the expanse of window before her. She barely even noticed Tony taking off his shoes, drifting toward the glass.
“It looks so different from the inside,” she murmured, fingertips lightly against the pane. “No wonder I could hear your panic when you fell. It’s amazing you survived.” She turned, slowly, gazing up and around, noting the narrow window-slits, the ramp, the bar. “I love the openness of it,” Summer commented, after a long silent moment.
“Still. Stylistically, it’s really nice.” She slid into the elevator behind him, trying not to stare as openly at him as she was at his tower. It was hard, though. Summer had admired — be honest, loved — Tony Stark for a long time, for many more reasons than just his gorgeous appearance. She gnawed at her lip in the hope it would help her keep her mouth shut.
Tony was rather oblivious to her. His attention was much more set on the numbers slowly growing. “I’ll show you my penthouse first. We’ll start on the top and work our way down, how about it?” Finally, he turned towards his admirer, a smile stuck to his lips.
Penthouse. Yeah, okay. Where the Avengers had fought Loki to a standstill. Where Tony lived. Be cool, she thought, breathe, relax, don’t project. He’s just taking you on the simple tour he offered, no sweat, nothing to it.
“That sounds really great.” Summer tapped a toe against the floor of the elevator and chuckled a little. “Good thing I wore my walking shoes.”
Bloody hell, she couldn’t even look him in the eyes.
Obediently Summer followed, openly gaping up and around. “You designed all this? /All/ of it?” Gentle fingertips brushed over molding, buttons, picture frames. “It’s beautiful.”
Tony gave her a look, a gentle snort coming from him. “Most of it. I had some help, actually.” He replied before turning around once more and continuing on towards the elevator.
“Still. Stylistically, it’s really nice.” She slid into the elevator behind him, trying not to stare as openly at him as she was at his tower. It was hard, though. Summer had admired — be honest, loved — Tony Stark for a long time, for many more reasons than just his gorgeous appearance. She gnawed at her lip in the hope it would help her keep her mouth shut.
She looked a little startled. “Well, sure, since you’re offering.”
“Alright, follow me,” Tony beckoned with a hand before setting off inside the building. “I’ve got a lot of floors, so you’re going to be here awhile.”
Obediently Summer followed, openly gaping up and around. “You designed all this? /All/ of it?” Gentle fingertips brushed over molding, buttons, picture frames. “It’s beautiful.”
“I wanted to check out the centre of the Manhattan Incident now that we’re finally done cleaning it all up.” She flicks a hand up at the Stark Tower.
“And it’s my tower.” Tony ended for her, following her hand up to the building that loomed above. “Would you like a tour?”
She looked a little startled. “Well, sure, since you’re offering.”
“Summer Rainault.” She offers a short bow, hand over heart.
Lifting his eyebrow at the sudden pose, Tony simply let his shoulders droop and a calm look to cross his features. “What brings you by, Miss Rainault?”
“I wanted to check out the centre of the Manhattan Incident now that we’re finally done cleaning it all up.” She flicks a hand up at the Stark Tower.