Her gaze narrows. “Something is not right here. I /know/ you don’t know my Tony. Okay. We have an open relationship, but it’s not that open.” One hand gropes at her throat, fisting around something that sparkles.
Tommy shrugs. “Okay, okay.” He tilts his head and then crosses his arms. “Wh-what is that….?”
“Hm? Oh.” She opens her hand and shows him: a circular pendant, glittering blue, like an arc reactor. “Tony gave it to me, for Valentine’s Day.”
She blinks at him for a long silent moment. Then, very carefully, she asks, “/Which/ Tony?”
Tommy chuckles. “Tony Stark. Of course. Unless there’s more than one…. and I don’t think that’s possible.”
She opens her mouth, then closes it, then opens it again. “Tommy, I’m Tony’s girlfriend. And I don’t know you. So … you’re here for a different Tony Stark than I am.”
“Oh. I guess you could say that…” Tommy puts his hands into his pockets and lifts his brow. “I think we’re both here for the same Tony.”
Her gaze narrows. “Something is not right here. I /know/ you don’t know my Tony. Okay. We have an open relationship, but it’s not that open.” One hand gropes at her throat, fisting around something that sparkles.
She blinks at him for a long silent moment. Then, very carefully, she asks, “/Which/ Tony?”
Tommy chuckles. “Tony Stark. Of course. Unless there’s more than one…. and I don’t think that’s possible.”
She opens her mouth, then closes it, then opens it again. “Tommy, I’m Tony’s girlfriend. And I don’t know you. So … you’re here for a different Tony Stark than I am.”
“Spring’s coming,” she says comfortably. “I’m sorry you’re bored, though. You can sit down and talk to me if you want.” She pats the concrete step beside her.
“Thank God.” Tommy chuckles and sits next to her. He looks around, resting his arms on his legs. “Hm, where do we start? I guess I should ask you where you’re from.”
Summer pushes a loose strand of red hair out of her eyes, smiling. “Well, I was born in the south, and I pretty much stayed in North Carolina until I graduated college, and then I came to New York City. I’ve been here since then. Ten years, wow.”
“I grew up in Baltimore, got married and then moved to Malibu.” Tommy smiles and picks a piece of fuzz off of his jeans. “I come to New York for one thing. Stark Tower. Well, Tony, actually.”
She blinks at him for a long silent moment. Then, very carefully, she asks, “/Which/ Tony?”
“Spring’s coming,” she says comfortably. “I’m sorry you’re bored, though. You can sit down and talk to me if you want.” She pats the concrete step beside her.
“Thank God.” Tommy chuckles and sits next to her. He looks around, resting his arms on his legs. “Hm, where do we start? I guess I should ask you where you’re from.”
Summer pushes a loose strand of red hair out of her eyes, smiling. “Well, I was born in the south, and I pretty much stayed in North Carolina until I graduated college, and then I came to New York City. I’ve been here since then. Ten years, wow.”
She returns the smile, though it’s missing the flirtatious edge it would usually have for someone so good-looking. “I’m Summer. Something you need, Tommy?”“Nice to meet you, Summer.” He shrugs. “Not really. Just taking a walk.”
“It’s a perfect day for that.” It would be more perfect if Tony wasn’t working, but she couldn’t have everything. “Just wandering, or sightseeing, or what?”
“Wandering, I guess. I’m kinda bored.” He smiles slightly. “I wish it was warmer, though.”
“Spring’s coming,” she says comfortably. “I’m sorry you’re bored, though. You can sit down and talk to me if you want.” She pats the concrete step beside her.
She returns the smile, though it’s missing the flirtatious edge it would usually have for someone so good-looking. “I’m Summer. Something you need, Tommy?”“Nice to meet you, Summer.” He shrugs. “Not really. Just taking a walk.”
“It’s a perfect day for that.” It would be more perfect if Tony wasn’t working, but she couldn’t have everything. “Just wandering, or sightseeing, or what?”
- iamthefirechild
“Hi, I’m Tommy.”
“Well hello, Tommy.”
“And you are?” He smiles warmly.
She returns the smile, though it’s missing the flirtatious edge it would usually have for someone so good-looking. “I’m Summer. Something you need, Tommy?”
