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iamthefirechild:

She let the water swallow her again, propelling herself toward him, then flipping into a handstand and coming back up. “There was enough fear that you couldn’t do /that/. I wanted to play splash games, chase and dive and jump and …” Summer shrugged, “be five again. Can’t do that with your fear choking me every time.”

Hands on hips, she regarded him narrowly. “You … have no idea what I mean. Do you.”

Tony shrugged stiffly, still propping himself up on the edge of the pool.  “Not really, no.”  He arched an eyebrow.  “But yeah, you’ve got a point there.  I act like a five year old best when surrounded by sharp objects, destructive equipment, or car parts.  Or any combination of the above.  More of a poolside lounger, myself.”

“Well fuck a duck,” Summer muttered. She wanted to play, giggle, be silly … fine. “Fine. Just … How about you show me all your cars then? Just let me take a quick shower and rinse the chlorine out of my hair first. Can we do that?” She leaned on her arms next to him and applied puppy-dog eyes.

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iamthefirechild:

Hitching herself up the side of the pool, Summer said over her shoulder, “I cheat. I’m sorry; I won’t do it again.” She flung herself off the edge again, speeding under the water until it was too deep for her to stand  before rolling over and surfacing. “If you’re that afraid, this isn’t the fun I thought it would be, though.”

Tony rolled his eyes.  “I’m not afraid of the pool,” he said, as he leaned back against the edge, propping himself up on the side with his elbows.  And it was true; water was fine.  After all, he had to encounter it on a fairly frequent basis.  He just didn’t like being under the water.  There was a difference there.

She let the water swallow her again, propelling herself toward him, then flipping into a handstand and coming back up. “There was enough fear that you couldn’t do /that/. I wanted to play splash games, chase and dive and jump and …” Summer shrugged, “be five again. Can’t do that with your fear choking me every time.”

Hands on hips, she regarded him narrowly. “You … have no idea what I mean. Do you.”

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iamthefirechild:

She skimmed a wave at him with the flat of her arm. “Oh, but I can request that you punish me.” With the flash of a grin, she added, “But I like your idea better,” and dropped under the water, aiming for his legs. Both hands wrapped around one leg, and she pulled.

He realized what she was planning just in time to take two hasty steps back, but not quickly enough to actually flee to safety.  He made a startled, less than dignified noise as he was pulled off balance, which turned into a stream of bubbles once his head was underwater.

He stared at her underwater for a few seconds, before he popped back up to the surface.  He resembled a drowned rat for a moment, hair plastered to his face, but then he slicked it back and merely looked like a rather soggy, rather miffed Tony Stark.  ”Can you please not do that?” he asked, tone a bit distant.

The second she tasted the fear, she let go. Tony Stark was afraid? How did that even work? They looked at each other through the wavering water, and Summer started cursing herself. Fear, pain, anguish … every time, those emotions set off the bond early.

There had to be a way to stop that from happening. Gritting her teeth and surfacing, Summer blinked at him for a long moment. “That was a hell of a lot of fear,” she commented finally. “I didn’t think you were afraid of anything.” She tried to slow down her breathing, tried to get used to the faint sense of Stark in the back of her mind.

Rubbing at the back of her neck, she swore again under her breath and started slogging toward the side.

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iamthefirechild:

“Poor Jarvis! You should have access to something that will let you be more proactive around the place.” Summer couldn’t help her active brain instantly starting to tick over various schemes to give Jarvis some arms, or hands, or something. “It shouldn’t be too hard for you to have some robots to command.” She chewed on her lip, thinking, then shook her head.

“Nothing I can do right now. Jarvis, honey, can you give me a map to the pool? Or help me get there somehow? And oh! towels.”

-I have access to a far larger percent of the building than otherwise, Miss Rainault.  Mr. Stark’s dresser and closet, however, are both fully manual.  I have opened a map on the terminal by the elevator, and you will find towels in the pool area already.-

While that exchange was taking place, Tony was back in the elevator and making his way down to the pool in a swimsuit and t-shirt.

“I can already tell, I am going to miss the hell out of you when I have to leave here.” Summer flung herself at the elevator, one glance taking in the map. “Not gonna make it, am I?” She slapped at the floor button, and tried to breathe out the jitters adrenaline ran through her bloodstream.

Okay, so challenging Tony Stark to a race in his own tower might have been a little stupid. “Jarvis, I don’t suppose you’d help me cheat, would you?”

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iamthefirechild:

After a brief internal struggle, Summer answered honestly, “Mostly the computers. I’ve always had a computer, and I just … a man like you, with that suit? You must have some of the best tech on the planet.” She glanced around. “I am going to get so lost in here. Where is my bedroom, anyway?”

Five seconds too late, she realised that might not have been the best thing to ask Tony Stark, playboy. Time to wing it. “I … just want to put my bag down before I even try to go exploring.”

“Now that I can do,” Tony said after a moment’s thought.  ”I’ve still got equipment set up in the garage, when I needed more room for a test.  And I can introduce you to one right now.”  With that, he looked at the ceiling, snapped his fingers, and said, “Yes, I’m talking about you.  Be polite.”

-My apologies, sir.  Guests do not always take it well when the building begins speaking to them.  Greetings, Miss.-

At her last question, Tony smirked, eyebrows raising, but all he said was, “Just follow me,” and turned towards one of the elevators.

“Oh my god!” Summer emitted a tiny, high-pitched squeak. “Is that an AI? No, sorry, if that’s an AI I should be asking it — him? It? Hi?” She tried not to split her face grinning, gave up trying to school her face into something less like a ecstatic schoolgirl. “You wrote an AI! I think I love you!”

She turned around, trying to follow Tony, trying to spot where the speakers were that the AI was using, half-laughing. “This is so amazing!”

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iamthefirechild:

Summer wasn’t even entirely sure why she’d even bothered to buy any tickets to that celebrity lottery. Okay, so it was Tony Stark, THE Iron Man. Okay, so they were cheap, and it was a good cause.

She’d certainly never expected to WIN.

Now the petite redhead was standing outside Stark Tower, six months in New York at least enabling her to not gape upwards, waiting to actually meet the man whose life she’d get to be a part of for the next three days. She shoved her hands into her blue jean pockets, idly swaying back and forth on the balls of her feet.

To be entirely honest, Tony hadn’t been so keen on the whole auction thing.  But Pepper had talked him into it.  Something about good PR, the proceeds going to a good cause, and ‘for goodness sake, Tony, it’s only three days, you can make it.’

So he stepped out of the glass doors onto the sidewalk, looking around as he did.  There was already someone out there, presumably waiting, and he peered at her over the edge of his sunglasses, giving her a once over.  Not bad.  Definitely not bad.

His most charming grin in place, Tony strolled up to her.  ”You wouldn’t happen to be waiting out here for me, would you?”

“Unless you’re Mr. Stark’s identical twin kept hidden from the world for decades just to double for him in public … I believe I am.” Rumour claimed Tony Stark was a man who liked sass, and by gods, Summer could do sass. She pulled a slender, long-fingered hand out of her pocket and offered it, low, with a smile. “I’m Summer Rainault.”

For a man of his age, Tony was a good looking piece, especially out of the suit. Cocky smile, neat goatee, tall dark and handsome check … it was possible this could be an extremely amusing three days.