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With Many a Flirt and Flutter (M!A: Open)

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He took her hand when he came up even with her, eyes sweeping over her wings as he did.  In answer to her question, he grinned a grin that was rarely seen.  Almost childishly gleeful and so unabashedly happy that it seemed impossible, given his recent moods.  And then he laughed, simply because he could, and figured that was answer enough.

She had to laugh with him; he was so happy it was literally intoxicating for her. “Come on,” Summer cried, and flung herself further upward, throwing a few barrel rolls and loops in, circling back to dip under his feet. “Dance with me, Tony!”

He watched her twirl through the air, offering her a fake pout even as he twisted to watch her.  “Show off.  I’m still new at this.”  He was lucky he hadn’t just fallen out of the air yet.  “I can barely even dance when I’m just on my feet.”

“Try not to think about it too much. Just move!” Summer grabbed both his hands, pulling them up to her mouth and kissing them. “Catch me if you can!” Deliberately she plummeted a hundred feet before taking off toward the harbour.

With Many a Flirt and Flutter (M!A: Open)

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Back-winging a touch, Summer came to a hover and waited for Tony to catch up, reaching for his hand when she did. His wingspan was incredible, and the sunlight pulled brilliant red highlights out of his feathers. “Tony, you look amazing. How do you feel?”

He took her hand when he came up even with her, eyes sweeping over her wings as he did.  In answer to her question, he grinned a grin that was rarely seen.  Almost childishly gleeful and so unabashedly happy that it seemed impossible, given his recent moods.  And then he laughed, simply because he could, and figured that was answer enough.

She had to laugh with him; he was so happy it was literally intoxicating for her. “Come on,” Summer cried, and flung herself further upward, throwing a few barrel rolls and loops in, circling back to dip under his feet. “Dance with me, Tony!”

With Many a Flirt and Flutter (M!A: Open)

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He watched her as she circled behind him, wings lowering so he he could see over them.   They twitched upwards when she set her hand between them, and one side of his mouth curled in a fought back smile.

…Skydance?  What even.  Well, only one way to find out.  “Then I guess you’d best be quick,” he said, folding his wings in close again so he could turn to face her without smacking her with one on accident.

“You’ll see me if you look, Tony. I shan’t be long.” With efficient motions she packed up her gear, sweeping a protesting Helios up into a shoulder carry. He waved his tail at Tony as they went past, blue eyes pleading. Just about five minutes later she launched herself upward from her fire escape, flame wings flaring out behind her.

Well, that was definitely easy enough to spot.  His wings spread to their full length once more, and his take off was considerably more graceful than his landing.  He flew in an upwards spiral for a few moments, stretching his wings out because this still didn’t feel remotely normal, before he evened out into a straight line to meet her.

Back-winging a touch, Summer came to a hover and waited for Tony to catch up, reaching for his hand when she did. His wingspan was incredible, and the sunlight pulled brilliant red highlights out of his feathers. “Tony, you look amazing. How do you feel?”

With Many a Flirt and Flutter (M!A: Open)

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“I’m a little biased, I’ll admit. Plus, you know, no shirt. I /quite/ like that.” Summer reached out to trace the upper arc of the wing, feathers slipping softly through her fingers. Circling around behind him and tugging the cat along with her, she laid a hand on his back between the two appendages, tracing the new musculature and the shape of their emergence. Impulsively she kissed the centre of his back. “Let me take Helios home and we’ll skydance,” she whispered against his skin.

He watched her as she circled behind him, wings lowering so he he could see over them.   They twitched upwards when she set her hand between them, and one side of his mouth curled in a fought back smile.

…Skydance?  What even.  Well, only one way to find out.  “Then I guess you’d best be quick,” he said, folding his wings in close again so he could turn to face her without smacking her with one on accident.

“You’ll see me if you look, Tony. I shan’t be long.” With efficient motions she packed up her gear, sweeping a protesting Helios up into a shoulder carry. He waved his tail at Tony as they went past, blue eyes pleading. Just about five minutes later she launched herself upward from her fire escape, flame wings flaring out behind her.

With Many a Flirt and Flutter (M!A: Open)

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Summer had decided the day was just too damn nice to spend it mewed up inside. Two books, one leashed cat, a blanket and a packed up lunch later, she was sprawled on the grass in the park, the ragdoll cat perching on her back. When Helios tensed, stood up, then sprang off her back to run to the limit of his leash, she rolled over, shading her eyes against the sun, to catch Tony’s awkward landing.

For a long moment, the best she could do was stare open-mouthed.

Offering a grin that was positively gleeful, Tony waved towards Summer and the cat (…he had never seen a cat on a leash before; that was weird), grin morphing to laughter as she gaped at him.  “What?” he wondered, flapping the wings once and then folding them close to his back.  “You got stuck with wings for god knows how long.  This shouldn’t be all that surprising,” he pointed out, crossing his arms a bit awkwardly as he rolled his shoulders to get used to the added weight behind him.

“Dear gods, you’re beautiful.” She closed her mouth with a snap, looking around for something to hold down the end of Helios’ leash. Finally she looped it around her bare ankle and walked over to Tony. “It’s not surprising in that sense, only because of how damn good you look like that.” A mischievous thought occurred to her, and she cocked her head at him. “Are they as sensitive as mine were?”

He laughed again, wings spreading once more for her to see.  “Well, I wasn’t gonna go that far, but I’m glad you like them.”  He cleared his throat.  “And, uh, not sure.  The wings themselves aren’t.  But I can’t really check the bases, since, well…”  To demonstrate, he reached one arm over his shoulder, fingers just shy of the mark.

“I’m a little biased, I’ll admit. Plus, you know, no shirt. I /quite/ like that.” Summer reached out to trace the upper arc of the wing, feathers slipping softly through her fingers. Circling around behind him and tugging the cat along with her, she laid a hand on his back between the two appendages, tracing the new musculature and the shape of their emergence. Impulsively she kissed the centre of his back. “Let me take Helios home and we’ll skydance,” she whispered against his skin.

With Many a Flirt and Flutter (M!A: Open)

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iamthefirechild:

Summer had decided the day was just too damn nice to spend it mewed up inside. Two books, one leashed cat, a blanket and a packed up lunch later, she was sprawled on the grass in the park, the ragdoll cat perching on her back. When Helios tensed, stood up, then sprang off her back to run to the limit of his leash, she rolled over, shading her eyes against the sun, to catch Tony’s awkward landing.

For a long moment, the best she could do was stare open-mouthed.

Offering a grin that was positively gleeful, Tony waved towards Summer and the cat (…he had never seen a cat on a leash before; that was weird), grin morphing to laughter as she gaped at him.  “What?” he wondered, flapping the wings once and then folding them close to his back.  “You got stuck with wings for god knows how long.  This shouldn’t be all that surprising,” he pointed out, crossing his arms a bit awkwardly as he rolled his shoulders to get used to the added weight behind him.

“Dear gods, you’re beautiful.” She closed her mouth with a snap, looking around for something to hold down the end of Helios’ leash. Finally she looped it around her bare ankle and walked over to Tony. “It’s not surprising in that sense, only because of how damn good you look like that.” A mischievous thought occurred to her, and she cocked her head at him. “Are they as sensitive as mine were?”

With Many a Flirt and Flutter (M!A: Open)

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Tony stood on the landing pad, because there weren’t many other places he could stand right now.  Just trying to get out the door onto the party deck had been like forcing a pea through a colander.

He had spent the last short while just figuring out how to move the new appendages, without falling over or looking like a drunken turkey.  Some things his dignity still did not permit, and looking like a drunken turkey was one of them (a drunken fool was fine, but not a drunken turkey).

He was making some progress!  He at least had them fully extended now, enough that he could peer back at them to see what they looked like.  A sort of bronze-y, and yet non-metallic brown, leading to Hot Rod red alulas, primary coverts, and primaries.

Cautiously, he flapped them, once, twice, three times.  When he didn’t immediately over balance and fall on his face, and got a bit more daring with the flapping, enough to lift his feet off of the landing pad.  He stepped over to the armor rig.  “Jarvis?  Ready my boots.”

-Of course, sir.-

With his repulsor boots on in case he needed to prevent a messy landing, he got a running start towards the edge of the landing pad, and flung himself forward, wings spreading.  There was a jolt as the wings caught the breeze, but then he leveled out.

Laughing, he angled himself in a wide, lazy circle, and winged off into the city.

But good god, this got tiring fast.  Looking around, he aimed for the closest clear spot, glanced around almost conspiratorially, and then folded the wings in tight and dove down, snapping them out again at the last safe moment, to come to a rough landing, stumbling forward two steps.  He looked around the park to see where he was.

“Huh.  This could be fun.”

Summer had decided the day was just too damn nice to spend it mewed up inside. Two books, one leashed cat, a blanket and a packed up lunch later, she was sprawled on the grass in the park, the ragdoll cat perching on her back. When Helios tensed, stood up, then sprang off her back to run to the limit of his leash, she rolled over, shading her eyes against the sun, to catch Tony’s awkward landing.

For a long moment, the best she could do was stare open-mouthed.