Escaping from her family and the chaos of a Rainault Christmas, Summer slipped into her bedroom — well, the bedroom that had used to be hers — and dialled Tony’s number on her cell phone. Hopefully, he’d hear it, and answer, because she really just needed to talk to someone who wasn’t a member of her family and didn’t have the same ground-in attitudes.
The part where she couldn’t hear the opposing emotions from him echoing inside her head helped too.
Tony picked his cat off of his window sill and set her back on the ground, taking the seat for himself. Looking out onto the campus, he sighed, knowing most people had gone home for break. Even his roommate had vanished, leaving him alone. The genius would have followed suit in disappearing from the college, but he still had work he had to get done at MIT. Watching as the snow fell across the grounds, he almost jumped out of his skin when a snowball hit the window. Opening the glass, he stared down at the perpetrator in shock. “What are you doing here?” he hissed into the night.
“I missed you,” Summer whispered back. “And exams are over, but there’s nothing for me at home. Can I come in? It’s freezing!”
Tony blinked and quickly scrambled to grab the rope he usually used for these occasions. Feeding it down the sill, he fixed his glasses and stared down at her. “Can you climb?”
“Course.” Stripping off her mittens and wincing at the cold bite on her hands, Summer grabbed the rope and heaved herself up to walk up the wall. Fortunately Tony’s room wasn’t up too many stories, and she was able to grab the windowsill before the venture went sideways. “Thank god for acrobatics classes,” she gasped, heaving herself over the edge and into a tumbled heap.
Tony stared at the heap on his floor, before grabbing under her elbows and hauling her up. “My mother would never let me take them,” he stated.
“It’s considered a girl thing, yeah.” Summer tried not to lean too much weight on Tony as he helped her up, but her toes were feeling a little numb and her hands were worse. “I can’t feel my fingers.” She cupped them up to her mouth and blew. “Why are you still here? Don’t you get to go home for Christmas?”
Tony picked his cat off of his window sill and set her back on the ground, taking the seat for himself. Looking out onto the campus, he sighed, knowing most people had gone home for break. Even his roommate had vanished, leaving him alone. The genius would have followed suit in disappearing from the college, but he still had work he had to get done at MIT. Watching as the snow fell across the grounds, he almost jumped out of his skin when a snowball hit the window. Opening the glass, he stared down at the perpetrator in shock. “What are you doing here?” he hissed into the night.
“I missed you,” Summer whispered back. “And exams are over, but there’s nothing for me at home. Can I come in? It’s freezing!”
Tony blinked and quickly scrambled to grab the rope he usually used for these occasions. Feeding it down the sill, he fixed his glasses and stared down at her. “Can you climb?”
“Course.” Stripping off her mittens and wincing at the cold bite on her hands, Summer grabbed the rope and heaved herself up to walk up the wall. Fortunately Tony’s room wasn’t up too many stories, and she was able to grab the windowsill before the venture went sideways. “Thank god for acrobatics classes,” she gasped, heaving herself over the edge and into a tumbled heap.
Tony picked his cat off of his window sill and set her back on the ground, taking the seat for himself. Looking out onto the campus, he sighed, knowing most people had gone home for break. Even his roommate had vanished, leaving him alone. The genius would have followed suit in disappearing from the college, but he still had work he had to get done at MIT. Watching as the snow fell across the grounds, he almost jumped out of his skin when a snowball hit the window. Opening the glass, he stared down at the perpetrator in shock. “What are you doing here?” he hissed into the night.
“I missed you,” Summer whispered back. “And exams are over, but there’s nothing for me at home. Can I come in? It’s freezing!”
“We finished exams yesterday,” he stated, narrowing his eyes when Tiberius started making out with a pillow. “I think it’s illegal to kill my roommate. Can you make sure I’m right about that?”
“Definitively. On the other hand, I’m not above, say, rendering him impotent for a week. Or maybe irrationally afraid of girls.” Summer snickered. “What’s he doing? What are you doing?”
“He’s making out with a pillow and pointing at me,” he replied, flinging a pen at his head and shooting him the bird. “I’d move, but the fucker would follow me.” Tony coughed slightly and felt a pen collide with the back of his head. “I’m currently having pens thrown at me.”
“Unfair, unfair. You should throw him out of the room; don’t you give him private time? Trade on that,” she suggested. “Though I don’t expect there’s much for him to hear, just now. It’s not as though we’re saying anything interesting.”
Tony listened with half an ear as his roommate droned on about the night he had spent with his girlfriend, not really giving a fuck. Was he happy that his friend was happy? Sure. Did he want to hear about the kinky sex they had? Fuck no. Picking his head up when the land line rang, he got up from the couch, telling Tiberius to shut the fuck up, and moved over to the crimson phone.
“You’ve reached the life model decoy of Tony Stark,” he began, looking at his fingernails. “Speak your name and business.”
“What?” Summer laughed. “Tony? It’s Summer.” She laid sideways on her bed, earpiece over one ear, looking out at the grey, overcast day hundreds of miles south of Tony. “I thought maybe if you weren’t busy we could talk.”
Tony picked up the pad of paper by the phone and threw it at Tiberius when he started making kissy noises. “Don’t you have your girlfriend to go fuck?” He shot at him before turning back to the phone. “Me? Busy? No, darling, I’m available.”
“I’m /so/ glad I have a single,” she had to say, muffling giggles into the blankets. “Is it still snowing up there? It’s horrible here. I haven’t seen the sun in a week. Everyone’s wound up about exams, too; it’s suffocating.”
“We finished exams yesterday,” he stated, narrowing his eyes when Tiberius started making out with a pillow. “I think it’s illegal to kill my roommate. Can you make sure I’m right about that?”
“Definitively. On the other hand, I’m not above, say, rendering him impotent for a week. Or maybe irrationally afraid of girls.” Summer snickered. “What’s he doing? What are you doing?”
Tony listened with half an ear as his roommate droned on about the night he had spent with his girlfriend, not really giving a fuck. Was he happy that his friend was happy? Sure. Did he want to hear about the kinky sex they had? Fuck no. Picking his head up when the land line rang, he got up from the couch, telling Tiberius to shut the fuck up, and moved over to the crimson phone.
“You’ve reached the life model decoy of Tony Stark,” he began, looking at his fingernails. “Speak your name and business.”
“What?” Summer laughed. “Tony? It’s Summer.” She laid sideways on her bed, earpiece over one ear, looking out at the grey, overcast day hundreds of miles south of Tony. “I thought maybe if you weren’t busy we could talk.”
Tony picked up the pad of paper by the phone and threw it at Tiberius when he started making kissy noises. “Don’t you have your girlfriend to go fuck?” He shot at him before turning back to the phone. “Me? Busy? No, darling, I’m available.”
“I’m /so/ glad I have a single,” she had to say, muffling giggles into the blankets. “Is it still snowing up there? It’s horrible here. I haven’t seen the sun in a week. Everyone’s wound up about exams, too; it’s suffocating.”
Tony listened with half an ear as his roommate droned on about the night he had spent with his girlfriend, not really giving a fuck. Was he happy that his friend was happy? Sure. Did he want to hear about the kinky sex they had? Fuck no. Picking his head up when the land line rang, he got up from the couch, telling Tiberius to shut the fuck up, and moved over to the crimson phone.
“You’ve reached the life model decoy of Tony Stark,” he began, looking at his fingernails. “Speak your name and business.”
“What?” Summer laughed. “Tony? It’s Summer.” She laid sideways on her bed, earpiece over one ear, looking out at the grey, overcast day hundreds of miles south of Tony. “I thought maybe if you weren’t busy we could talk.”
Isn’t.. a beautiful soul just code for ugly… /eavesdropping
No. You shouldn’t eavesdrop. Didn’t someone teach you better?
*bites her lip and looks away* I already know I’m not pretty. She doesn’t have to rub it in. I’m smart, that has to count for something.
Again. Who wants to fix this problem?
I guess I could try to distract you …
Distract me? And how would you do that?
Um … ask lots of questions about MIT? Tell you stories? Play games?
I think a story would be nice.
Summer plopped down onto the ground. “Shall I make something up, or something in particular you want to hear?”
