Clint’s comment startled a shout of laughter from Summer. “Sassy, is it? Says the archer with a flourish.”
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Summer lifted an eyebrow, smiling. “Now that you’re on the run, you want to catch up? We could go out for a drink, I suppose.”
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Summer put the little box on Tony’s workstation, right where he would have to see it when he came to poke the computer. She’d already put up lights and candles and a tree, and asked Jarvis to refuse all appointments and calls for the evening.
“Well ya see when I said just got out, more along the lines of just escaped cause I was over that. The trouble, well I didn’t really care that it was frowned upon to assassinate monks…In my defense I got paid ALOT.”Summer put her face in her hands. “Oh, Marie.” She laughed. “INTERPOL is gonna come looking for you.”
“Your point?” she asked with a face that says she really didn’t care. “I have been going on a vision quest kinda thing.”
“Wherein you got paid to assassinate monks. I see. I’m not sure I can run the risk of helping over that.”
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“Summer?” Daniel raised an eyebrow at his friend.
“Sorry! I’m just so excited! I get to see some alien technology that isn’t designed to kill me!” She bounced at him some more, eyes sparkling.
“Thanks Jarvis.” The archer tells the AI, glad for the info but he still can’t squish all his worry.
Clint keeps dancing with you and twirls you occasionally. He concentrates on you again and hopes that he manages to ease up your worries. “How is this my lady?” He asks while dropping a kiss on top of your head.
“It’s perfect,” she assures him, and then spoils it by batting at him when he kisses the top of her head. “Hey! My mouth is down /here/. Dork.”
“Glad to hear it.” Clint grins at the batting. “I know but it would hardly be proper now would it my lady?” His grin’s quickly morphing to a teasing smirk.
“Proper,” she scoffs. “What part of this household is proper? Our lord and master is confronting an alien machine on the roof and we are dancing four floors down waiting to see what happens while another sentient machine watches over him. Oh, yes, and he keeps an otter as a pet!” She pokes Clint in the ribs. “My mouth is down here.” Insistently, she pulls his head down.
He begins with a simple waltz, glad that it’s not anything else as dancing is not one of his finer talents.
The archer can feel nervousness in the air. A few songs later he hopes to set you at peace and to make his own thoughts quiet down by mentioning, “I’m sure we will hear if there’s trouble. Just say a word anytime if you want me to check and come back though.”
“I’m keeping tabs on him,” she says quietly. Tony’s all bright excitement and and curiosity right now, edged with a little wariness. Her concern is that when things go pearshaped, she won’t be able to get there in time.
“There is no trouble, Mr Barton, Miss Summer,” Jarvis assures them. “Sir’s vitals are steady and he is currently in no danger.”
She’d still feel better if she knew what it was Tony was talking to. She tries to put it out of her mind and keeps dancing with Clint, head on his shoulder. It’s moments like these that she realises she doesn’t give him enough attention.
“Thanks Jarvis.” The archer tells the AI, glad for the info but he still can’t squish all his worry.
Clint keeps dancing with you and twirls you occasionally. He concentrates on you again and hopes that he manages to ease up your worries. “How is this my lady?” He asks while dropping a kiss on top of your head.
“It’s perfect,” she assures him, and then spoils it by batting at him when he kisses the top of her head. “Hey! My mouth is down /here/. Dork.”
Donny smirks at the woman in the doorway.”I’m just being reasonable,honey.At this point..it’s considered reasonable.”He stares at her for a moment.”Maybe you can tell Buzz over here to put his..lightsaber or..whatever down..”
“Nah, he seems pretty comfortable as is,” Tony replied. “But maybe you can explain who the hell you are, and give us a really good reason as to why neither of them should do something very painful to you.” If only Loki was home. Then it could be a full party.
“Do something. Maybe you’ll recognize my scream,” he says, staring Tony down giving him a look.
Summer drew a little circle in the air with her finger, idly, and a circle of flame traced around the intruder, about chest height. “I did something. I mean, if you came in here to elicit a particular reaction — which you talk like you did — I don’t think you’re going to get it. We don’t /know/ you, boyo, and if either of us, any of us, is supposed to maybe you should start introducing yourself.”
“I may wish?”Donny says simply with a chuckle,he puts the gun down and turns around to see the other man.He looks over at Tony again.”You got Buzz Lightyear protecting you now?”
“He’ll turn your head into bony shrapnel if you twitch wrong, so I’d say he’s pretty damned good at his job,” Tony replied. “Did you call Summer?”
“Of course, sir.” It went without saying that he kept the gauntlet focused on its target.
“Good. Great.” Tony turned his attention back to the intruder. “Now who the hell are you?”
Donny closes his eyes for a moment and sighs heavily,he looks at tony and opens his eyes again.”If you don’t recognize me then how about you tell this guy to put down his weapon and let me go.You’ll never see me again.”
“Coming in here with a gun and that kind of arrogance doesn’t usually get you recognised around here as anything other than a threat.” Summer paused in the doorway, hands on her hips. She looked Donny up and down. “You’re a hell of a piece of work.”
Clint holds out a hand wondering what else there is in your mind. He also thinks if something simple like a dance is all you are going to ask for. “But of course, my lady. Jarvis, can we have some music, please? Can I have this dance, Lady Summer?”
She puts her hand in his as Jarvis finds and plays an old waltz. It’s not quite the right time period, but that’s fine. Waltzes are easy, and the truth is that she’s not sure any of them know truly medieval dances — except maybe Jarvis, who has the internet at his nerve endings, literally. She rests her head against Clint’s shoulder, trying not to think about the fact that Tony may be in danger.
He begins with a simple waltz, glad that it’s not anything else as dancing is not one of his finer talents.
The archer can feel nervousness in the air. A few songs later he hopes to set you at peace and to make his own thoughts quiet down by mentioning, “I’m sure we will hear if there’s trouble. Just say a word anytime if you want me to check and come back though.”
“I’m keeping tabs on him,” she says quietly. Tony’s all bright excitement and and curiosity right now, edged with a little wariness. Her concern is that when things go pearshaped, she won’t be able to get there in time.
“There is no trouble, Mr Barton, Miss Summer,” Jarvis assures them. “Sir’s vitals are steady and he is currently in no danger.”
She’d still feel better if she knew what it was Tony was talking to. She tries to put it out of her mind and keeps dancing with Clint, head on his shoulder. It’s moments like these that she realises she doesn’t give him enough attention.