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Going down to Dragoncon in the morning. I’ll have my laptop, and there will be wifi, but my presence is going to be wickedly intermittent. I’m taking Black Widow and Summer Rainault costumes with me, so I hope to have pictures of those. (I know nobody is going to know who Summer is, but when you see the pictures you will understand why people will want to take snaps of me anyway.)

So, see you guys again properly Tuesday evening!

“Sorry.” Dustin blushed. “I uh grew up down South. As I’m sure ya can tell by the fact I kinda sound like a cowboy.” he chuckled at his own expense. He took a deep breath to calm his nerves (and hopefully his accent) “The one thing my pop taught me before he kicked my sorry ass out was to always….” He paused and blushed again. “Sorry ’bout that pardon my language…. He always taught me to be respectful to the fairer sex.”

She exaggerated her own slight accent a bit as she replied, “We might be kin.” She winked. “Let it be Miss Summer, then, not to outrage your pop.” A couple blocks was quickly walked, even in busy New York City. She paused at the corner across the street from her destination and pointed. “Stark Tower. Come on, before the light changes!”

gadgeteerphilanthropist:

iamthefirechild:

“I bet you don’t keep any meds around here at all, do you.” She put her hands on her hips, waiting for him to finish. “All right. Do you feel cold, or hot?”

Voice scratchy, Tony volunteered, “Tylenol in the…” but trailed off, seeming a bit befuddled.

-The cabinet, in the en suite bathroom.-

With that established, Tony added, “Kinda chilly.”

“Somehow I don’t think Tylenol is going to cut it,” Summer muttered. She put her arm around Tony’s waist and guided him over to the bed, sitting him down on the edge of it and kneeling to take off his shoes. “All right, under the covers.” Extra blankets were something she knew how to locate, and she softly heated a big fluffy coverlet that was nearly as big as she was, even folded. She spread it out over Tony, and stroked his shoulder.

gadgeteerphilanthropist:

iamthefirechild said: *shrugs* Everything. Nothing. I can’t stop thinking.

…Alrighty then.  If you decide to perk up, I’ll be out enjoying the sunlight.  *wanders off*

She followed after in a few minutes, stopping just behind Tony, watching him. Even the warmth of the light didn’t bring any ease to the set of her shoulders. Maybe Tony could keep the things that hurt him locked up inside, but she wasn’t made like that. She had to get it out in the open.

“I keep dreaming about him. Dummy.”

To Coney Island

ironholmesjr:

iamthefirechild:

ironholmesjr:

“If you say so…” He sighed a bit and shook his head. No sense in forcing her. He walked with her and the rest of the waiting passengers into the ferry’s deck. As they found a generally unpopulated area to wait in near the railing on the second deck, he leaned out over the side. “So…” He tried to think of something to say, but came up with nothing. The silence was alright though. He just stayed close to her and watched the gulls fly by.

“What, you don’t trust me?” she teased finally, aiming a punch at his shoulder. “You want to pry into the dark secrets of my mind already? We’ve just met. I don’t want to scare you off.” She made the mistake of actually looking into his eyes, and had to remind herself to breathe. Remind herself to stay controlled.

He was an actor. He was famous, and a teen heartthrob. He probably had a girl somewhere already. He just wanted some company for the day; was being polite; would disappear after today.

He yelped, but laughed, rubbing his shoulder a bit. “Ow…” He was faking, but pouted for a moment all the same. “No, I didn’t mean to pry at all.” He got a bit more serious, but still smiled. “I just wanted to make sure you were really ok.” He looked out at the water for a moment. “…I doubt you could scare me away. There are roles I’ve played…Headspaces I don’t want to get back into. You seem far too happy to have anything nearly that bad going on in your brain.” Though…he knew that was often not the case. He pulled a smile. “You can talk to me about anything you want, you know. I’m dead serious.”

Summer decided to repay his sincerity. She leaned her back on the railing, elbows hooked over, and regarded him for a long moment. “I guess a lot of people don’t treat you as just a person, at that. An object, maybe, but little else.” She tucked a loose strand of copper hair behind one ear. “That’s pretty familiar to me. I’m … not the sort of person that gets noticed much. So I was just thinking how strange it was, that in a city the size of this one, someone would notice me at all, and that it would be someone I would daydream of noticing me.”

She looked away, purposely, and added, “I don’t mean that in a … sexual kind of way, exactly. But honestly, I’m trying to think,” she trailed off, trying to find the right words to articulate what was buzzing around in her mind. Empathy was no use here.