She gave him a very flat look. “All right. In for a penny, in for a pound. Just … wait there for a minute.” She went inside her room, and shut the door. Approximately a minute later, she came back out, looking exactly the same, and grinned at Tony.
“Last one to the pool’s a rotten egg!”
Tony snickered at the look she gave him, and arched an eyebrow when she stepped back out of the room. ”Assuming you’re wearing a swimsuit under your clothes, don’t I get to go fetch one? Or are you just expecting one hell of a head start?” he asked, innocently enough. Well. For Tony Stark.
That earned him a smirk. “Weeeeelllll … you know the tower, and I don’t, so just because you go off and get a swimsuit doesn’t mean I get a head start.” Summer put a finger to her lips, considering. “Given your … reputation, I’m a little surprised you even bother with a suit.
“But I suppose I can let you have one.” This grin was positively wicked, all ‘see what I did thar’ and ‘I dare you to say anything’.
Tony gave her a look, a silent sort of ‘really now?’ and of course he couldn’t just…not comment on it. It wasn’t as if he had some sort of decent reputation to preserve, after all.
“Well, typically when someone wants me sans clothing, we’re not going swimming. But I suppose I could make an exception, if you really want me to,” he said, his grin the epitome of beaming, cherubic innocence, ‘see what I did there, I can play this game, too!’
“I was unaware /that/ option was even on the table,” Summer shot back. “I usually prefer a bit of foreplay before hopping into bed with someone. Shoo. Go get that swimsuit.” Then her eyebrows shot up as a new thought occurred to her. “Jarvis, is it possible for you to deliver things around the tower? Like, say, a swimsuit?”