fandomtownies | Caritas; Wednesday [09/22].

Summer was distracted by her phone again this week, although not exactly in the same way she had been last week. Instead of having to deal with an influx of incoming messages she'd rather not deal with, she was mostly hoping to get a response to just one message...and was still not getting it. Which was fine, she wasn't really expecting a response right away, she knew she was probably, like, supes busy right now, but she couldn't help obsessively checking it, hoping to see a new message from a mostly unfamiliar number, although every time she checked, and there wasn't a message there, she wondered if maybe no news was good news, because what was she going to do if she actually said no?

Let's be real: Summer would probably still go anyway, but it would be kind of nice if she could have her mother (or her mother's clone's, it didn't really matter) blessing on the whole thing.

But she was here, it was Wednesday, she had a job to do, so she was going to do her best to ignore the phone and pay attention to the bar and all her regulars, and who knows? Maybe they could make her feel like going through all her usual Fandom motions suddenly felt kind of empty and contrite all of a sudden. Maybe she might even be able to forget about the phone for a little while...

...doubt it. But maybe!

Wednesday Jello Shot Specials!

First One Free with a Karaoke Song!

Mini Pumpkins
Pineapple Upside-Down Cake
Caramel Apple
Strawberry Eggs

Caritas is open!

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

Maybe Stark could be a distraction if Summer felt a need to ask questions about where he'd been last week or why or anything like that. Maybe. That wasn't why he was here, of course, he was here because it was Wednesday and being here was part of his routine now.

"Could I have one of the cake ones?" he asked. He wasn't going anywhere near the eggs, thank you. "Hello, Summer."

Aww, and here Summer thought maybe those eggs would be his very first stop!

She smiled, unsurprised, at what Stark did end ip ordering, though, setting one dutifully down in front of him.

"Hey, Stark," she said. "How've you been?"

She had a vague idea, going off of what she'd caught here and there on radio, but it'd be interesting to hear what he had to say himself.

Those eggs were an abomination and Summer knew it!

"Last week was long," Stark said. "And tiring. It's better now. I'm better now. Much better." Better and smiling in a slightly dopey way for just a moment.

"And you?"

Those eggs were incredibly tame and displayed a remarkable amount of restraint, don't even!

But how could Summer not have a pleased smile in response to that slightly dopey one she'd clocked on Stark's face, before trying to decide if she should answer his question honestly or just try to brush it aside like usual.

Really, though, maybe what she needed right now was some perspective. So her smile tampered down a little softly and she sighed a little before answering.

"Well," she started, "I had Barry over for dinner with my family on Friday, and we actually managed to get through the entire meal before my mom's clone...or possibly my actual mom, it doesn't really matter...showed up with the resurgance of the Galactic Federation we thought we destroyed back when I was still in high school hot on her trail and trying to destroy the planet, so that was a whole thing..."

Then she figured she'd just let that hang there so she could gauge Stark's reaction and use that to determine what to do with it next.

Just because the eggs were tame in comparison to some other creations didn't mean they weren't awful!

"That sounds exhausting as well. Are you alright?" Summer looked like she was but that didn't mean anything.

"I didn't have to deal with any clones. Or anyone trying to destroy any worlds."

"Yeah, no, I'm fine," Summer assured him, although she'd thought about just casually skipping over that question. But it was Stark, and he was just easier to talk to about things like this. "I, personally, managed to get through the whole thing pretty unscathed this time. All I really did was be invisible half the time, snap some bitch's leg in two, and throw Barry's pants in a laser..."

But now her attention was very specifically shifting to him.

"And you? Heard you and Faye got back from space right around the time I was taking Jon up into it. How'd that all go?"

Edited 2021-09-22 13:24 (UTC)

"Pants in a laser?" That bit stuck out, for some reason. "I'm glad you're alright."

Stark paused for a moment, trying to figure out how to pro properly phrase a response to that inquiry.

"She came back with us," he said finally. "It ended well. I wasn't sure... but it's fine now. We're fine now." Fine and in loooooooove.

The pants in a laser was a pretty key point, really.

"Fine fine?" Summer asked, brows lifting. "Or, like, you know..." She grinned, pushed a hand smoothly through the air, "fiiiiiine fine?"

"I..." Stark wasn't entirely sure how to answer that. "I don't know."

"Things are very good? Now that we're back here."

What could possibly have been confusing or ambiguous about that question, now, really?

Summer's head tilted at the response, though. Mostly the uncertainty that seemed to be there, along with that now that we're back here.

"Where'd you end up going, anyway?" she asked.

"I followed her to Callisto." Chased, really. "With Din's help."

"And then we had to go to Titan. And then stopped on Mars. Then we came back."

Summer just looked at Stark for a moment.

"Gotta be honest, Stark," she told him. "Your flair for storytelling leaves something to be desired."

But if he was being sparse on details, she could only assume there were Reasons, so she wouldn't give him too hard a time about it.

"Glad things are better now, though."

"She left," Stark said softly. "So I went to look for her. We had to track her down, that's why I needed Din. And he offered." Which Stark was still surprised by and needed to deal with at some point.

"Her old shipmates helped. Most of them. Told us where to look. She was on Callisto and we found her there and brought her back."

Soft as it was, that emphasis, that word, hit Summer hard, and she shifted, uncomfortable, until she leaned forward a little on the bar to help ease some of thay discomfort

"Sometimes people just have to leave," she said, just as soft.

But something about it hit different, too,

"She was okay, though, right?" she asked. "When you guys found her?"

"She thought she had to leave," Stark said. "I disagreed." Hence the chasing into another version of the galaxy.

"She's fine," he added. "Not hurt." Summer might appreciate the 'we found her handcuffed in a strange man's bed' details but Stark wasn't sharing them just now. "And everything is better now."

Caritas; Wednesday [09/22].

Re: The Bar - 09/22.

Re: The Bar - 09/22.

Re: The Bar - 09/22.

Re: The Bar - 09/22.

Re: The Bar - 09/22.

Re: The Bar - 09/22.

Re: The Bar - 09/22.

Re: The Bar - 09/22.

Re: The Bar - 09/22.

Re: The Bar - 09/22.

Re: The Bar - 09/22.

Re: The Bar - 09/22.

Re: The Bar - 09/22.

Re: The Bar - 09/22.

Re: The Bar - 09/22.