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iamthefirechild:

Still distracted by kissing and cuddling, Summer blinked. “Huh? Oh.” She looked over at the bar — they still need to do something about that, really; it was a horrible reminder of a lot of things — and found the silvery heap, about where he did, usually, leave his keys.

Cautiously, she picked it up. A key. A very shiney, ornate key, with a tag. ‘Key to the Tower,’ it said, in a curvy script. She blinked at it, puzzled for a long moment.

“Tony, is this — are you asking me to move in?”

Tony watched her make her way to the bar—old, rather abandoned, but he was still fond of it all the same, even with all it unwittingly stood for—and hitched his thumbs into his pockets and rocked back on his heels.

“That’s a distinct possibility, yeah,” he replied, managing a casualness that he likely wouldn’t have been able to maintain if not for the last, lingering fuzzy edges of his contact high.

“A straight answer would be nice,” she muttered, turning the shining metal over in her fingers. To live here. Not ‘almost’, the way it worked now, where every couple days she went home to feed the cats and get clean clothes and new books.

To live with Tony. /With/ him. Could she? Not, was she capable, but was she allowed? She blinked, and something hot and wet ran down her chin. “Shit. Sorry.”

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Summer laughed, slamming the trunk lid. “Yes, dear.” She forbore to pester him about the contact high or the present over dinner, instead making all the dirty innuendos she could find about sushi (turned out there were a LOT, if you watched the chef make it). They accomplished the drive back to the Tower in actual silence, though she kept glancing over at him with a soft smile.

She’d actually forgotten about any present by the time they got back up to the penthouse, too occupied by simply cuddling with Tony. Often enough the simple pleasure of being together at all vanished under the stress of their lives, or their occupation each with the other’s body.

Tony spent the majority of dinner snickering like a teenage boy, as Summer got progressively worse as the meal went on.  The drive to tower, however, was subdued, Tony half dozing, chin in hand and elbow perched on the car door.

When the car was parked and they climbed out, he wound up picking her up, hands curled around her waist, and then twirled her in a circle and kissed her before setting her back on her feet, grinning all the while.

It was once they were up in the penthouse that he seemed maybe a slight bit anxious, though he hid it well.  He prodded her shoulder with two fingers.  “Well, go on and get it.”

Still distracted by kissing and cuddling, Summer blinked. “Huh? Oh.” She looked over at the bar — they still need to do something about that, really; it was a horrible reminder of a lot of things — and found the silvery heap, about where he did, usually, leave his keys.

Cautiously, she picked it up. A key. A very shiney, ornate key, with a tag. ‘Key to the Tower,’ it said, in a curvy script. She blinked at it, puzzled for a long moment.

“Tony, is this — are you asking me to move in?”

gadgeteerphilanthropist:

iamthefirechild:

Summer snorted a laugh. “I guess I’ll just ask Jarvis to tell me where it is after dinner.”

Tony slumped down into the passenger seat and offered her a feigned laugh.  “You’re no fun.  It’s on the bar where I usually drop my keys if I don’t put them away.”

“I’m supposed to be fun? Nobody told me that!” She leaned in over him, unlatching the roof, and grinned. Once she’d gone round to the other side, she said, “Anyway you could just tell him not to,” and finished unlatching it.

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iamthefirechild:

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iamthefirechild:

“Contact high, is it? And I thought I was promised a present, too.”

“You were.  I also said it was your job to find it.  It’s back at the tower.”

“You do not want me ransacking your Tower for anything, Tony. Hint.” She steered him toward her little car. “Unless you want to walk,” she said, in the act of unlocking it.

“It’s not hidden very well,” he replied, giving that as the hint.  He hip checked her once she stopped steering him, and made his way to the passenger side.

Summer snorted a laugh. “I guess I’ll just ask Jarvis to tell me where it is after dinner.”

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iamthefirechild:

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iamthefirechild:

[Text to: Blue Glowheart] I’m waiting outside now. We are not taking a taxi down there.

[Text to: She is My Sunshine]  Fine by me.

The taxi dropped him off shortly afterwards.

“Contact high, is it? And I thought I was promised a present, too.”

“You were.  I also said it was your job to find it.  It’s back at the tower.”

“You do not want me ransacking your Tower for anything, Tony. Hint.” She steered him toward her little car. “Unless you want to walk,” she said, in the act of unlocking it.

gadgeteerphilanthropist:

iamthefirechild:

[Text to: Blue Glowheart] I’m waiting outside now. We are not taking a taxi down there.

[Text to: She is My Sunshine]  Fine by me.

The taxi dropped him off shortly afterwards.

“Contact high, is it? And I thought I was promised a present, too.”

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iamthefirechild:

gadgeteerphilanthropist:

iamthefirechild:

[Text to: Blue Glowheart] Please tell me you’re doing speech-to-text with these.

[Text to: She is My Sunshine] Nope.  Taxi driver would think I was crazy.  Not that he’d be wrong, but I don’t need to go confirming it.

[Text to: Blue Glowheart] You’re letting someone else drive you?! Where’s Happy?

[Text to: She is My Sunshine] He does have plans of his own every now and then.  And I have used taxis before.

[Text to: She is My Sunshine] Pretty sure he’s on a date, but he wouldn’t say.

[Text to: Blue Glowheart] I’m waiting outside now. We are not taking a taxi down there.

gadgeteerphilanthropist:

iamthefirechild:

[Text to: Blue Glowheart] Please tell me you’re doing speech-to-text with these.

[Text to: She is My Sunshine] Nope.  Taxi driver would think I was crazy.  Not that he’d be wrong, but I don’t need to go confirming it.

[Text to: Blue Glowheart] You’re letting someone else drive you?! Where’s Happy?

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iamthefirechild:

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[Text to: She is My Sunshine]  Don’t care.  Just food.  On my way there.

[Text to: Blue Glowheart] need something to make me feel better. like sushi. can there be sushi?

[Text to: She is My Sunshine]  Sure.  Been a while since I had sushi.  Anywhere in particular?

[Text to: Blue Glowheart] the tiny hole in the wall place down broadway, what’s it called, tokyo something

[Text to: She is My Sunshine] Can’t remember the name but I know where you’re talking about.  Almost to your place.

[Text to: Blue Glowheart] Please tell me you’re doing speech-to-text with these.

gadgeteerphilanthropist:

iamthefirechild:

gadgeteerphilanthropist:

[Text to: She is My Sunshine]  Don’t care.  Just food.  On my way there.

[Text to: Blue Glowheart] need something to make me feel better. like sushi. can there be sushi?

[Text to: She is My Sunshine]  Sure.  Been a while since I had sushi.  Anywhere in particular?

[Text to: Blue Glowheart] the tiny hole in the wall place down broadway, what’s it called, tokyo something