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“I think I have to apologise, my car knowledge is patchy. I can do general styles, but getting down to specific models is beyond my recognition. Though … do you have the Spyder model?” Summer’s admiration was open right now, lightly brushing a hand over the bonnet of several of the vehicles.

“Not a problem. Most people I talk to are like that, but as long as they can see the beauty in the cars…” he trailed off, watching her do just that. “Then they’re alright by me. And yeah, I do.”

“Can we have the top down? Please?” She begged. Given that cue, it actually didn’t take her long to find the right vehicle, and she circled it a couple times, clicking fingernails against the finish. “So beautiful. You just surround yourself with beautiful things, don’t you? I think I’m jealous, I don’t fit here.”

“I’d prefer it that way,” said with a smile, following slightly behind her. But the smile didn’t last, and faded into a frown. “Hey now…” he said, touching her arm again, and resting it there until she looked at him. “Don’t say that. It’s not true.”

“That’s real sweet of you to say,” she told him, a hint of southern drawl creeping into her words. “I’m fine with how I look, really. You don’t have to tell me different.” Pulling the door open, she slid in, admiring the gadgetry of the dashboard. “Mmm, I could get used to this.” Her eyes sparkled at Tony. “I’ll have to come up with a reason why you should keep me around.”

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He watched her work her hair up into the bun as he spoke. “The others are more accepting, but Romanoff and Barton are a little more difficult. Can you see either of them being won over by charm alone? And my charm, after a while, tends to rub people the wrong way.”

Summer made a moue of agreement. “True, true. So what’s the right way to be rubbed by your charm, Mr Stark?” she snickered. “And … you have a /lot/ of cars.” She turned to him, turned back, turned to him, eyes wide, eyebrows up. “How can you even /decide/ what to drive?”

He laughed openly. “I’m not sure, to be honest. I’m not exactly on the receiving end of my charm. Oh, and most of these are project cars. I tinker with them when I’ve got free time, or when I just don’t want to work on other stuff and want to look busy. I usually stick to my Audis, the R8 in particular, for everyday driving,” he said, holding up the key fob for that car, and pressed a button that made the key pop out of it like a switchblade.

“I think I have to apologise, my car knowledge is patchy. I can do general styles, but getting down to specific models is beyond my recognition. Though … do you have the Spyder model?” Summer’s admiration was open right now, lightly brushing a hand over the bonnet of several of the vehicles.

“Not a problem. Most people I talk to are like that, but as long as they can see the beauty in the cars…” he trailed off, watching her do just that. “Then they’re alright by me. And yeah, I do.”

“Can we have the top down? Please?” She begged. Given that cue, it actually didn’t take her long to find the right vehicle, and she circled it a couple times, clicking fingernails against the finish. “So beautiful. You just surround yourself with beautiful things, don’t you? I think I’m jealous, I don’t fit here.”

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He watched her work her hair up into the bun as he spoke. “The others are more accepting, but Romanoff and Barton are a little more difficult. Can you see either of them being won over by charm alone? And my charm, after a while, tends to rub people the wrong way.”

Summer made a moue of agreement. “True, true. So what’s the right way to be rubbed by your charm, Mr Stark?” she snickered. “And … you have a /lot/ of cars.” She turned to him, turned back, turned to him, eyes wide, eyebrows up. “How can you even /decide/ what to drive?”

He laughed openly. “I’m not sure, to be honest. I’m not exactly on the receiving end of my charm. Oh, and most of these are project cars. I tinker with them when I’ve got free time, or when I just don’t want to work on other stuff and want to look busy. I usually stick to my Audis, the R8 in particular, for everyday driving,” he said, holding up the key fob for that car, and pressed a button that made the key pop out of it like a switchblade.

“I think I have to apologise, my car knowledge is patchy. I can do general styles, but getting down to specific models is beyond my recognition. Though … do you have the Spyder model?” Summer’s admiration was open right now, lightly brushing a hand over the bonnet of several of the vehicles.

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An eyebrow lifted, the corner of his mouth twitching. “I just thought it’d be nice to repay you for your selfless assistance. No offense was meant,” he said, holding his hands up in mock surrender. “Figured since I’m the billionaire here it would be more sensible for me to pay for a lady’s meal.”

“Oh sensible! Sensible is not what brought me down here.” Summer shook a finger at him. “I will permit you to drive. And choose the restaurant. We’ll see about the bill. In the meantime I want to know what you were working on.” She raked long fingers through her hair, then started rummaging through pockets in her bag with a slight frown.

“It’s a rare commodity, my sensibility,” Tony joked, fetching a set of keys from a nearby table and missing the frown she made. “Okay, I know a great little place. You like Mongolian food? As for what I was working on, it’s part of a tear gas emitting arrowhead for Barton. Trying to win them over, little by little.” It was true, and the only way Stark knew how to do that was to build them things. He was also working on creating a new material to better protect Barton and Romanoff, but he’d only just started designing that.

With an exclamation of discovery, Summer pulled out a metal butterfly clip. “That’s what I needed. Mongolian sounds great.” With practised and economical motions she wound her hair up into a bun and clipped it. “You have to win them over? Dude, you /saved the world/. That’s gotta count for something. I figured your charm did the rest.”

He watched her work her hair up into the bun as he spoke. “The others are more accepting, but Romanoff and Barton are a little more difficult. Can you see either of them being won over by charm alone? And my charm, after a while, tends to rub people the wrong way.”

Summer made a moue of agreement. “True, true. So what’s the right way to be rubbed by your charm, Mr Stark?” she snickered. “And … you have a /lot/ of cars.” She turned to him, turned back, turned to him, eyes wide, eyebrows up. “How can you even /decide/ what to drive?”

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An eyebrow lifted, the corner of his mouth twitching. “I just thought it’d be nice to repay you for your selfless assistance. No offense was meant,” he said, holding his hands up in mock surrender. “Figured since I’m the billionaire here it would be more sensible for me to pay for a lady’s meal.”

“Oh sensible! Sensible is not what brought me down here.” Summer shook a finger at him. “I will permit you to drive. And choose the restaurant. We’ll see about the bill. In the meantime I want to know what you were working on.” She raked long fingers through her hair, then started rummaging through pockets in her bag with a slight frown.

“It’s a rare commodity, my sensibility,” Tony joked, fetching a set of keys from a nearby table and missing the frown she made. “Okay, I know a great little place. You like Mongolian food? As for what I was working on, it’s part of a tear gas emitting arrowhead for Barton. Trying to win them over, little by little.” It was true, and the only way Stark knew how to do that was to build them things. He was also working on creating a new material to better protect Barton and Romanoff, but he’d only just started designing that.

With an exclamation of discovery, Summer pulled out a metal butterfly clip. “That’s what I needed. Mongolian sounds great.” With practised and economical motions she wound her hair up into a bun and clipped it. “You have to win them over? Dude, you /saved the world/. That’s gotta count for something. I figured your charm did the rest.”

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“Look at us both. Wound up in the way other people see us.” Summer’s laugh was a little broken. She laid her own hand atop Tony’s, squeezing a little.

“Well, I don’t know about you, but I really want to stop thinking about all this. Can I drag you out for some food somewhere? Maybe go down the harborside and just walk for a while? We’ve rummaged around in each other’s emotions all unintentionally; maybe we could find out what the other one is like aside from all that.” A blush crept up her cheeks. “That is, if you want to spend time with a shattered character like me.”

Tony’s laugh was dry, and he smiled wryly. “That’s us, I guess.” He thought for a moment, trying to remember when he last ate, and shrugged again agreeably. He’d started drinking on an empty stomach, but he couldn’t remember if he’d actually eaten that day or not. “I could go for something to eat—my treat, of course—and then we’ll see how we feel, okay? As long as you can deal with a sarcastic, self-obsessed character like myself,” he said teasingly, a softer smile finding his features. 

“Dear me, however shall I manage?” she snarked right back. “What do you mean ‘your treat of course’?” Her tone went plummy and falsely arrogant as she went on, “I am not accustomed to taking charity from strange men! What kind of woman do you take me for, sir?”

An eyebrow lifted, the corner of his mouth twitching. “I just thought it’d be nice to repay you for your selfless assistance. No offense was meant,” he said, holding his hands up in mock surrender. “Figured since I’m the billionaire here it would be more sensible for me to pay for a lady’s meal.”

“Oh sensible! Sensible is not what brought me down here.” Summer shook a finger at him. “I will permit you to drive. And choose the restaurant. We’ll see about the bill. In the meantime I want to know what you were working on.” She raked long fingers through her hair, then started rummaging through pockets in her bag with a slight frown.

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Tony listened intently, letting her get everything out in the open. He stood when she started back pedaling. “Hey, it’s fine. Really,” he said, hoping he sounded as convincing as he was trying to. “I honestly don’t get society’s obsession with trying to fix people. People that don’t need fixing,” he continued, a slight mix of anger and fatigue washing over his face and body language. He touched her shoulder gently, not knowing what else to do.

“Being yourself, in the long run, matters most. You’re stuck with you… Everyone else can come and go but at the end of the day…” He shrugged.

“Look at us both. Wound up in the way other people see us.” Summer’s laugh was a little broken. She laid her own hand atop Tony’s, squeezing a little.

“Well, I don’t know about you, but I really want to stop thinking about all this. Can I drag you out for some food somewhere? Maybe go down the harborside and just walk for a while? We’ve rummaged around in each other’s emotions all unintentionally; maybe we could find out what the other one is like aside from all that.” A blush crept up her cheeks. “That is, if you want to spend time with a shattered character like me.”

Tony’s laugh was dry, and he smiled wryly. “That’s us, I guess.” He thought for a moment, trying to remember when he last ate, and shrugged again agreeably. He’d started drinking on an empty stomach, but he couldn’t remember if he’d actually eaten that day or not. “I could go for something to eat—my treat, of course—and then we’ll see how we feel, okay? As long as you can deal with a sarcastic, self-obsessed character like myself,” he said teasingly, a softer smile finding his features. 

“Dear me, however shall I manage?” she snarked right back. “What do you mean ‘your treat of course’?” Her tone went plummy and falsely arrogant as she went on, “I am not accustomed to taking charity from strange men! What kind of woman do you take me for, sir?”

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“I’ve talked until I’m dizzy, and mostly what I hear is ‘why is it such a problem for you to be normal? why can’t you just do what they want?’ But it’s … you know, eventually, you do what’s wanted of you enough times and that’s all you are, you lose what you have for yourself. I don’t want to lose myself. /This/ is the person I choose to be, even though it cuts me off from everybody.” She sighed, hands coming up to scrub against her eyes. 

“Just for once it would be nice to find somebody who loves me the way I am, not the way they want be to be.” Summer gave a stiff, one-shouldered shrug, like shaking off an unseen grip, and looked back at Tony. “I’m really sorry. I’m standing here talking like my problems are anything like compared to yours, and filling your ears with my nonsense, when I should just be letting you work and getting out from underfoot.”

Tony listened intently, letting her get everything out in the open. He stood when she started back pedaling. “Hey, it’s fine. Really,” he said, hoping he sounded as convincing as he was trying to. “I honestly don’t get society’s obsession with trying to fix people. People that don’t need fixing,” he continued, a slight mix of anger and fatigue washing over his face and body language. He touched her shoulder gently, not knowing what else to do.

“Being yourself, in the long run, matters most. You’re stuck with you… Everyone else can come and go but at the end of the day…” He shrugged.

“Look at us both. Wound up in the way other people see us.” Summer’s laugh was a little broken. She laid her own hand atop Tony’s, squeezing a little.

“Well, I don’t know about you, but I really want to stop thinking about all this. Can I drag you out for some food somewhere? Maybe go down the harborside and just walk for a while? We’ve rummaged around in each other’s emotions all unintentionally; maybe we could find out what the other one is like aside from all that.” A blush crept up her cheeks. “That is, if you want to spend time with a shattered character like me.”

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Tony shrugged. “Hell, it must be more power than I’ve got,” he commented, looking down. “And as for the barging in and all that, we’ve all got our quirks… I tend to blow things up. I think your behavior is a bit more socially acceptable, don’t you?”

“Oh, I do that too. Though I try to limit it to things that need blowing up.” Summer shook her head hard, red hair flying about. “Sorry. I came in here to help you feel better, not drop all my crap on you.”

“No, it’s quite all right if you want to talk,” he said, leaning forward and resting his elbows on his knees. “I may not be the best listener, and my advice is likely going to be questionable, but hey… I’m here.”

“I’ve talked until I’m dizzy, and mostly what I hear is ‘why is it such a problem for you to be normal? why can’t you just do what they want?’ But it’s … you know, eventually, you do what’s wanted of you enough times and that’s all you are, you lose what you have for yourself. I don’t want to lose myself. /This/ is the person I choose to be, even though it cuts me off from everybody.” She sighed, hands coming up to scrub against her eyes. 

“Just for once it would be nice to find somebody who loves me the way I am, not the way they want be to be.” Summer gave a stiff, one-shouldered shrug, like shaking off an unseen grip, and looked back at Tony. “I’m really sorry. I’m standing here talking like my problems are anything like compared to yours, and filling your ears with my nonsense, when I should just be letting you work and getting out from underfoot.”

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Tony sat back, folded his arms across his chest, and just looked at her for a moment as she used her device. “You think that makes you mean? I don’t see anything wrong with that, but, well, remember who you’re talking to. You just seem honest—kissing ass doesn’t make someone nice, it makes you fake. You’re strong. You care about people, but you don’t put up with idiots,” he said with a chuckle. “Like I said, I don’t see anything wrong with that.”

Her eyes flicked up to him. “Very few people actually see it that way.” Lowering the tablet, she bit her lip, then went on, “It takes a certain amount of … power, I guess, to be permitted to flout society without being tagged as ‘mean’. I just … know who I am. And sometimes who I am means I end up barging into places I shouldn’t be, doing things I shouldn’t do. Messing with other peoples’ stuff.”

Tony shrugged. “Hell, it must be more power than I’ve got,” he commented, looking down. “And as for the barging in and all that, we’ve all got our quirks… I tend to blow things up. I think your behavior is a bit more socially acceptable, don’t you?”

“Oh, I do that too. Though I try to limit it to things that need blowing up.” Summer shook her head hard, red hair flying about. “Sorry. I came in here to help you feel better, not drop all my crap on you.”