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“All right, all right,” she smiled. Grabbing a handful of popcorn, she tried to feed it to him over her shoulder, squirming a little against him. “Why do you always call me a minx?”
He pulled himself up to take her offering of popcorn and chewed. Victor smirked at her question. “Because you’re just as mischievous and just as much trouble as one,” he said, his tone affectionately teasing.
“Harmless and innocent!” she declared, eating popcorn herself. “And adorable. I’m a cat, meow, not a minx.”
“Harmless and innocent,” Victor muttered as he shook his head, grinning. “You are adorable however, little kitten,” he said as he chuckled a bit and kissed her shoulder.
Summer declared, “I try. Can’t you see my halo?” She pointed above her head, cocking her head side to side. “Everyone always wants to assume the worst of me. Mrrrr.”
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Johnny didn’t quite understand why there were so many gorgeous women in one room, but honestly he wasn’t going to question it. A smirk on his face, he decided now would be an absolutely splendid time to flirt and he already could see four of the most beautiful women in the room. Ms. Marvel, two fiery redheads, and a brunette, almost feline in her features. Where to begin? He stepped forward, into the view of the closest women to him. “Hey,” he started. “How are you?”
Summer smiled up at the blond man greeting her. “Pretty good. How about you? Mr Storm, isn’t it?” Amusingly, despite their similarities and overlapping acquaintances, the two of them had never met before, not in any official capacity, not even in the course of their hero work. Up close, he was very easy on the eyes, and she could already sense his mildly predatory attitude.
“Johnny’s fine, you know.” He squeezed his eyes shut for a moment, grasping for her name in the deep, dark, jumbled recesses of his mind. Didn’t it have something to do with a season? Autumn? Pepper? No, that was seasoning . “You’re Summer, right?” Success. Sweet, sweet success. Mentally he patted himself on the back, actually knowing somebody’s name correctly, even if it was just a guess.
“That’s right,” she replied sweetly. “I didn’t realise you knew who I was, Johnny. Don’t you usually have other things on your mind when we run across each other?”
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