thegeniusisme:

iamthefirechild:

Summer can’t stop giggling now. The swift monologue is utterly uninterruptible, and she has to wrap her hands around her waist to catch her breath. He winds down, and she reels off the answers to his questions in like manner. “Mutant, shhh. I’m thirty-two, my name is Summer Rainault, and I wouldn’t know, I can’t make socks. I don’t /like/ socks. Bare feet are best. So much more sensation. Anything else?”

Yeah. You ever stop the giggling? Makes you look a lot younger than you are. Look at you and your barefoot state, which would have been downright dirty in the 18th century, but these days is sadly not as exciting anymore. Life would be no fun if it was. Or would it? I would probably walk around licking ankles and the headlines would be outrageous. Also hilarious. I’m sure Pepper wouldn’t agree with that.

There any reason I get the feeling you’re following me around, Miss Rain? Tony smirks at her lazily.

“If laughter makes me look younger, I will never, ever stop,” Summer assures him. “And of course, I’m following you around because you are absolutely stunning and irresistible.” She duplicates his smirk almost exactly, throwing in a sassy raspberry at the end.

thegeniusisme:

iamthefirechild:

Summer completely breaks down into a fit of the giggles. “Honey, I am /way/ too old to be descended from you. If we’re related at all it’s way back in the mists of history. Also, not the kind of relations one normally associates with you.”

Tony smirks. Duly noted, Miss, though you have to realize with not giving the obvious informations straight away, you’re forcing me to ask the boring questions. Neither interesting to ask nor to answer, but you only have yourself to blame. Ts, wasting precious time of both of us if you ask me, you could use this time to enjoy my conversation genius on a much more pleasurable topic, but whatever, right?

So, super-human, mutant or alien? No multiple answers possible. Then you should tell me about your age, your name, and is it true the handmade socks are the most comfortable ones?

Summer can’t stop giggling now. The swift monologue is utterly uninterruptible, and she has to wrap her hands around her waist to catch her breath. He winds down, and she reels off the answers to his questions in like manner. “Mutant, shhh. I’m thirty-two, my name is Summer Rainault, and I wouldn’t know, I can’t make socks. I don’t /like/ socks. Bare feet are best. So much more sensation. Anything else?”

thegeniusisme:

iamthefirechild started following you

You look vaguely, and I mean very vaguely familiar, please don’t tell me you’re another of my kids running around. They keep popping up and then sneaking after me, as if that was an appropriate way to say hello to someone who doesn’t even know he’s related to you.

Kids these days. He smirks. Can I help you?

Summer completely breaks down into a fit of the giggles. “Honey, I am /way/ too old to be descended from you. If we’re related at all it’s way back in the mists of history. Also, not the kind of relations one normally associates with you.”