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The faint smile grew just a little more as she spoke. “That sounds good,” he said, letting out a grateful breath, his thoughts a mix of maybe we can put all this awkwardness behind us sometime and thank you for another chance. ”So I can still make jokes about it…?” He asked, a little bit of teasing in his tone as he walked toward the restaurant’s door.

“Sure,” Summer shrugged. She reached out and grabbed his hand. “You wouldn’t be you if you didn’t joke around, I think. Tell me about this place. How’d you find it?”

Tony looked down at their hands and gave hers a light squeeze. “Well, after Steve tried Shawarma, he wanted to try a bunch of other foods he never had a chance to. And that man can eat—it’s his super soldier metabolism—so we went looking around for places that have an option for ‘all you can eat’. Ended up here a few times and despite the, uh…”—he gestured to the storefront with the broken sign and chipped paint—“exterior, it really is nice inside. Great food too.”

“That’s totally the mom-and-pop aspect of the city, you know? One of my favourite places when I was in college was a little mom-and-pop Japanese place that had amazing bento boxes for really cheap. I spent so much time there; they even remembered my face. God, that was great.”  She glanced around as they went in, breathing deep of the delicious smells. Her stomach growled audibly.

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“I want you because of who you’ve shown me you are. You’re so honest, so selflessly helpful. You’re not full of yourself, and you don’t kiss ass to those who are. You’re smart…” He paused, a small hint of a smile pulling at his lips. “You’re beautiful, too. The whole package…”

He did his best to push his negative self image from his mind for the time being, and he succeeded.

With every word out of his mouth, Summer’s shoulders relaxed a little more. One hand swiped at the wetness on her face, smearing it away. “Okay. Okay. Let’s just … okay, let’s just go and have dinner, and, and we, you can count this as a first date. Okay? And, and … ” she pulled in a deep, shuddering breath, “please just … be yourself. What you want to do, don’t hesitate. Trust me to tell you if it’s not okay?” She fetched her backpack from the car, and looked over her shoulder. “And if I ever hear ‘you’re too good for me,’ come out of your mouth in a serious context again, I’m going to explode your ego.”

The faint smile grew just a little more as she spoke. “That sounds good,” he said, letting out a grateful breath, his thoughts a mix of maybe we can put all this awkwardness behind us sometime and thank you for another chance. ”So I can still make jokes about it…?” He asked, a little bit of teasing in his tone as he walked toward the restaurant’s door.

“Sure,” Summer shrugged. She reached out and grabbed his hand. “You wouldn’t be you if you didn’t joke around, I think. Tell me about this place. How’d you find it?”

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Stark got out of the car, shuffled back to her, and wondered how he could stand. He felt almost numb, overexposed to that point like a nerve rubbed raw. He wasn’t used to so much emotion pulling him this way and that, he was used to machinelike control. He listened though.

He blinked rapidly a few times before speaking. “I…” he swallowed, working to compose himself to help the conversation and himself. “To make myself clear I do, at the very least, want to see more of you. A date or two. And… yeah, that was selfish of me to do—to think I could decide for you. And… my mouth is?” He couldn’t help but ask.

Summer’s pupils were huge from more than the darkness of the night. Light glittered off the tearstreaks on her face. “I want to kiss you so badly right now,” she whispered, feeling utterly caught in his gaze. “Say it again. Why you want /me/. Say it again and I’ll start believing you.”

“I want you because of who you’ve shown me you are. You’re so honest, so selflessly helpful. You’re not full of yourself, and you don’t kiss ass to those who are. You’re smart…” He paused, a small hint of a smile pulling at his lips. “You’re beautiful, too. The whole package…”

He did his best to push his negative self image from his mind for the time being, and he succeeded.

With every word out of his mouth, Summer’s shoulders relaxed a little more. One hand swiped at the wetness on her face, smearing it away. “Okay. Okay. Let’s just … okay, let’s just go and have dinner, and, and we, you can count this as a first date. Okay? And, and … ” she pulled in a deep, shuddering breath, “please just … be yourself. What you want to do, don’t hesitate. Trust me to tell you if it’s not okay?” She fetched her backpack from the car, and looked over her shoulder. “And if I ever hear ‘you’re too good for me,’ come out of your mouth in a serious context again, I’m going to explode your ego.”

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Tony sighed heavily. “Look what you did, Stark,” he whispered to himself, letting his forehead fall to the steering wheel. You push everyone away, this proves it. You hurt her and you hurt yourself.

Tony’s self-hatred slashed through her mind like a hail of darts, cutting and cold. It felt like she was shouting, but it couldn’t have been much over a normal tone, just laden with intensity. “Stop it!” Her arms were shaking. “Stop thinking that!”

Tony sat upright at her tone, his mind blanking a little as he looked back at her. He opened his mouth to say something but he couldn’t find the words he wanted to say. He shook his head, throwing a hand up to the bridge of his nose.

“I… I’m no good with relationships in general, Summer. Friendships and otherwise. Cold hard truth. This is what I do every time, and every time, it happens sooner and sooner.”

“I said, stop. Just stop. Get over here and listen to me, because if I move, I am going to fall over. You need to make yourself clear to me, because what is coming out of your mouth is telling me two things and what is coming out of your heart is telling me yet a third and I cannot figure out what the hell you even want right now.” It’s the oddly colourless, flat, queer tone she got whenever input was just overwhelming and release would knock something largish flat. She didn’t look around, or up.

“I can’t even look at you right now because your fucking mouth is entirely too distracting. But understand this, understand it right now,” and she did look up, catching his eyes, “you don’t get to choose for me.”

Stark got out of the car, shuffled back to her, and wondered how he could stand. He felt almost numb, overexposed to that point like a nerve rubbed raw. He wasn’t used to so much emotion pulling him this way and that, he was used to machinelike control. He listened though.

He blinked rapidly a few times before speaking. “I…” he swallowed, working to compose himself to help the conversation and himself. “To make myself clear I do, at the very least, want to see more of you. A date or two. And… yeah, that was selfish of me to do—to think I could decide for you. And… my mouth is?” He couldn’t help but ask.

Summer’s pupils were huge from more than the darkness of the night. Light glittered off the tearstreaks on her face. “I want to kiss you so badly right now,” she whispered, feeling utterly caught in his gaze. “Say it again. Why you want /me/. Say it again and I’ll start believing you.”

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Tony sighed heavily. “Look what you did, Stark,” he whispered to himself, letting his forehead fall to the steering wheel. You push everyone away, this proves it. You hurt her and you hurt yourself.

Tony’s self-hatred slashed through her mind like a hail of darts, cutting and cold. It felt like she was shouting, but it couldn’t have been much over a normal tone, just laden with intensity. “Stop it!” Her arms were shaking. “Stop thinking that!”

Tony sat upright at her tone, his mind blanking a little as he looked back at her. He opened his mouth to say something but he couldn’t find the words he wanted to say. He shook his head, throwing a hand up to the bridge of his nose.

“I… I’m no good with relationships in general, Summer. Friendships and otherwise. Cold hard truth. This is what I do every time, and every time, it happens sooner and sooner.”

“I said, stop. Just stop. Get over here and listen to me, because if I move, I am going to fall over. You need to make yourself clear to me, because what is coming out of your mouth is telling me two things and what is coming out of your heart is telling me yet a third and I cannot figure out what the hell you even want right now.” It’s the oddly colourless, flat, queer tone she got whenever input was just overwhelming and release would knock something largish flat. She didn’t look around, or up.

“I can’t even look at you right now because your fucking mouth is entirely too distracting. But understand this, understand it right now,” and she did look up, catching his eyes, “you don’t get to choose for me.”

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“No, hey. It’s all right,” he murmured, his brows pulling together. He moved his hand to wipe a few tears away from her face. “It’s okay. I’m just a mess all around, but I am trying to work on it. It’s not your fault.” He sighed, tilting his head to the side. “I don’t think you can convince me otherwise, really… But maybe, maybe we could try to make it work? If you want? I just don’t want to hurt you. I’m not exactly known to have successful relationships…”

She couldn’t breathe. Everything was moving too fast. Who was comforting whom here? She thought she was just being a friendly person, and now he was … he was asking her out? Tony Stark was asking her out, an hour after meeting her, was talking about a relationship.

“Yes?” She said hesitantly.

He pulled his hand back almost as soon as he realized what he’d said, and how she was hesitating. “Sorry, god, that was incredibly forward of me. All this… I’m sorry. I don’t really know what’s come over me…”

Summer flinched again, harder. She scrabbled for the door-handle, half-blinded by falling tears, and tried not to sob aloud. Tearing the clip from her hair, she cast it passionately to the ground, and that was the end of that bout of energy. Bracing her arms on the trunk of the car, fallen hair hiding her face, she gave over control and just tried to breathe.

Tony sighed heavily. “Look what you did, Stark,” he whispered to himself, letting his forehead fall to the steering wheel. You push everyone away, this proves it. You hurt her and you hurt yourself.

Tony’s self-hatred slashed through her mind like a hail of darts, cutting and cold. It felt like she was shouting, but it couldn’t have been much over a normal tone, just laden with intensity. “Stop it!” Her arms were shaking. “Stop thinking that!”

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“No, hey. It’s all right,” he murmured, his brows pulling together. He moved his hand to wipe a few tears away from her face. “It’s okay. I’m just a mess all around, but I am trying to work on it. It’s not your fault.” He sighed, tilting his head to the side. “I don’t think you can convince me otherwise, really… But maybe, maybe we could try to make it work? If you want? I just don’t want to hurt you. I’m not exactly known to have successful relationships…”

She couldn’t breathe. Everything was moving too fast. Who was comforting whom here? She thought she was just being a friendly person, and now he was … he was asking her out? Tony Stark was asking her out, an hour after meeting her, was talking about a relationship.

“Yes?” She said hesitantly.

He pulled his hand back almost as soon as he realized what he’d said, and how she was hesitating. “Sorry, god, that was incredibly forward of me. All this… I’m sorry. I don’t really know what’s come over me…”

Summer flinched again, harder. She scrabbled for the door-handle, half-blinded by falling tears, and tried not to sob aloud. Tearing the clip from her hair, she cast it passionately to the ground, and that was the end of that bout of energy. Bracing her arms on the trunk of the car, fallen hair hiding her face, she gave over control and just tried to breathe.

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Tony bit his tongue. To him it hurt so much more than telling someone that they weren’t his type. Because he wanted her to be. But he had too many demons, too many bad memories.

And those demons, and his desire, were picking at him as he sat there, forcing one hand to leave the safety of his knee and to find its way to hers. It sat there gently as he tried to decide what to do.

When his hand covered hers, she jumped. All his pain and fear rang down the touch, and she couldn’t help it anymore; she started to cry. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to hurt you again. I’m sorry. I’m not, I’m not what you say I am, truly. I’m just me, plain ordinary me.”

“No, hey. It’s all right,” he murmured, his brows pulling together. He moved his hand to wipe a few tears away from her face. “It’s okay. I’m just a mess all around, but I am trying to work on it. It’s not your fault.” He sighed, tilting his head to the side. “I don’t think you can convince me otherwise, really… But maybe, maybe we could try to make it work? If you want? I just don’t want to hurt you. I’m not exactly known to have successful relationships…”

She couldn’t breathe. Everything was moving too fast. Who was comforting whom here? She thought she was just being a friendly person, and now he was … he was asking her out? Tony Stark was asking her out, an hour after meeting her, was talking about a relationship.

“Yes?” She said hesitantly.

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The flush shot up into her face so fast her ears rang. Summer had to swallow hard and remind herself to close her mouth. “You could have any girl in the world just for asking.” She could not help herself; she looked down at her hands, limp and shaking slightly in her lap. She couldn’t doubt him, not with it brought to the surface by her questions. Oh, she was answered with a vengeance!

“You can choose anyone, and yet you’re saying that /I’m/ too good for you.”

Tony wanted to reach over and touch her, and he did make a move to do so, but he restrained himself. Barely. He put his hands on his knees and squeezed them to keep them busy. Because she was too good for him, like he’d said. “Yeah…” He answered lamely, not knowing what to say.

“I suppose that’s better than ‘you’re not my type,’” she whispered, starting to knot her fingers together. He wanted her. He wanted her, and he wasn’t going to do anything about it, and hide behind this excuse of her goodness. In the end, how was that any different than not being good enough? Their burgeoning friendship would struggle under it, if her past told true.

She wanted to run away, but first she had to do something about this burn in her chest all of a sudden.

Tony bit his tongue. To him it hurt so much more than telling someone that they weren’t his type. Because he wanted her to be. But he had too many demons, too many bad memories.

And those demons, and his desire, were picking at him as he sat there, forcing one hand to leave the safety of his knee and to find its way to hers. It sat there gently as he tried to decide what to do.

When his hand covered hers, she jumped. All his pain and fear rang down the touch, and she couldn’t help it anymore; she started to cry. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to hurt you again. I’m sorry. I’m not, I’m not what you say I am, truly. I’m just me, plain ordinary me.”