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MHA #4, Thursday Night
Summer had gotten them back to Fandom almost immediately after Stark had retrieved the portal gun after their arcade adventure.
She'd gotten in to the shower almost immediately to wash off the bits of alien still stuck to her. Stark, having not fallen onto any people who exploded all over him, was just sitting on the couch waiting for her to emerge.
She was fine. Everything had turned out fine. He knew that. He also knew he had no desire to be alone tonight. He needed to reassure himself that everything truly was fine. Until he could do that he was just going to pet Pancakes who was being very accommodating while occupying far more space on the couch than a single cat ought to be able to manage.
[Ginger Not-Girlfriend and apartment modded with permission, of course.]
She'd gotten in to the shower almost immediately to wash off the bits of alien still stuck to her. Stark, having not fallen onto any people who exploded all over him, was just sitting on the couch waiting for her to emerge.
She was fine. Everything had turned out fine. He knew that. He also knew he had no desire to be alone tonight. He needed to reassure himself that everything truly was fine. Until he could do that he was just going to pet Pancakes who was being very accommodating while occupying far more space on the couch than a single cat ought to be able to manage.
[Ginger Not-Girlfriend and apartment modded with permission, of course.]
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"Situationship?" he repeated, trying out the word. It felt odd in his mouth. "I didn't know that was a word. And...yes. Why does your grandfather do that?"
Was it him? Had Stark offended the Smith/Sanchez clan unknowingly?
"The trip to New Zealand went well. And the planet you took me to with the ocean, where we danced. And your spa."
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She just sighed and rolled her eyes and shrugged her shoulders. "There isn't enough time in the world to go over just why Grampa Rick does what Grampa Rick does," she said. "He's just a bitter, old, lonely old man who's too smart for his own good and constantly thinks that means he's better than everyone, but he's just as much a piece of shit as the rest of us."
A beat.
"Maybe we should just go somewhere warm for Christmas," she suggested. "Just, you know, in this dimension, just to be safe."
Stark might get way fewer stares in her dimension, but she wondered if it was really all that worth it, considering....
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"We could do that," Stark agreed. "If you like. Somewhere warm with no family."
He could live with a few stares.
"I don't know where would be a good place. Do you? Have you gone somewhere before? I still haven't been that many places here...But you know I'd be happy to go anywhere with you."
He tightened his arm around her and pressed a kiss to the side of her head. "Anywhere you like."
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"But would you want to?" Summer asked, frowning a little at that response, which was a very Stark response, yes, but the kind of Stark response that drove her a little crazy sometimes. "And not just because I want to. We can also totally stay here, too. If you want."
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"The tree will still be here when I get back," Stark said. "I want to be with you. The where is much less important."
He smiled softly at her. "And I do like to be warm. You know that. Somewhere with a beach, maybe? I like beaches. Quiet ones better than ones full of people but I like the sound of waves and I like watching the water."
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He still had the pink one from the Indonesia trip and a pair of black trunks as well.
"Can we have Christmas cookies with our Christmas drinks?"
Another soft smile before he leaned in a bit for a kiss. The positioning was a little awkward but he could make do.