Summer gazed up the height of Stark Tower, bright hair dancing in the late evening breeze. It truly was a gorgeous piece of work. Even better since they’d finished cleaning up from the Manhattan Incident a few months ago. One day, she might get to see the interior properly; it just wasn’t as much fun in stolen glimpses during a firefight.
She smiled wryly at herself. Okay, so maybe that wasn’t her only motivation. It would also be nice to meet Tony Stark as herself, instead of passing by, behind her mask. Behind his faceplate. What was he really like? He had a smart mouth, she knew that.
If today wasn’t considered slow, he didn’t know what was. There was nothing for Tony to do. Absolutely nothing. Aside from the many added on rooms such the bowling alley, swimming pool, arcade, or theater. But all of that was so boring. He had done all of it one too many times. Tony had already bugged Phil for the day. Already finished a project. Already had been bored for most of the evening. So, what could he do? He threw on his shirt and shoes, stepping in to the elevator. It arrived at the main floor and he showed himself to the door. Maybe coffee would help him. It was a small improvement. So was walking to the coffee shop. He found it nice to have it in walking distance. Glancing around, he noticed a woman standing, marveling at his building. Maybe this would be interesting. Lighten up his day somewhat. He walked up behind her as she stared. “Could I help you with something?”
Summer damn near shrieked when someone spoke unexpectedly behind her. She wasn’t normally startled so easily. Then again, she didn’t normally spend the better part of five minutes staring at architecture and daydreaming about the designer, either.
She whipped around, one hand pressed over her heart involuntarily.
And there was nothing at all normal about the man standing behind her, clutching a coffee from down the street. “Mr Stark!”
He smiled at her and the reaction she had given, “I believe that’s my name.” Tony looked her over, taking a sip of the coffee. She was pretty. Very pretty, actually. His lips were brought away from the travel cup. “Do you need something, Ms..?” He trailed off in question, not having her name.
“Summer. Summer Rainault,” she said automatically. “I, uh, no. Maybe.” She hoped he couldn’t see her face heat in the dim light. “I was just looking at your Tower. It’s really,” she twisted, to look back up it, “amazing.” Before she let herself think too hard about it, she blurted, “Do you think I could go inside it? Just for a minute?”
Summer gazed up the height of Stark Tower, bright hair dancing in the late evening breeze. It truly was a gorgeous piece of work. Even better since they’d finished cleaning up from the Manhattan Incident a few months ago. One day, she might get to see the interior properly; it just wasn’t as much fun in stolen glimpses during a firefight.
She smiled wryly at herself. Okay, so maybe that wasn’t her only motivation. It would also be nice to meet Tony Stark as herself, instead of passing by, behind her mask. Behind his faceplate. What was he really like? He had a smart mouth, she knew that.
If today wasn’t considered slow, he didn’t know what was. There was nothing for Tony to do. Absolutely nothing. Aside from the many added on rooms such the bowling alley, swimming pool, arcade, or theater. But all of that was so boring. He had done all of it one too many times. Tony had already bugged Phil for the day. Already finished a project. Already had been bored for most of the evening. So, what could he do? He threw on his shirt and shoes, stepping in to the elevator. It arrived at the main floor and he showed himself to the door. Maybe coffee would help him. It was a small improvement. So was walking to the coffee shop. He found it nice to have it in walking distance. Glancing around, he noticed a woman standing, marveling at his building. Maybe this would be interesting. Lighten up his day somewhat. He walked up behind her as she stared. “Could I help you with something?”
Summer damn near shrieked when someone spoke unexpectedly behind her. She wasn’t normally startled so easily. Then again, she didn’t normally spend the better part of five minutes staring at architecture and daydreaming about the designer, either.
She whipped around, one hand pressed over her heart involuntarily.
And there was nothing at all normal about the man standing behind her, clutching a coffee from down the street. “Mr Stark!”
Summer gazed up the height of Stark Tower, bright hair dancing in the late evening breeze. It truly was a gorgeous piece of work. Even better since they’d finished cleaning up from the Manhattan Incident a few months ago. One day, she might get to see the interior properly; it just wasn’t as much fun in stolen glimpses during a firefight.
She smiled wryly at herself. Okay, so maybe that wasn’t her only motivation. It would also be nice to meet Tony Stark as herself, instead of passing by, behind her mask. Behind his faceplate. What was he really like? He had a smart mouth, she knew that.