Baba O’Riley | Closed




“Not so much of a handler…” Johnny started rubbing a hand through his flaming hair. “He’s my brother in law and has a weird hard-on for science.”

“What about you? Who do you hang with?”

“I’m more the solo type, really. It’d be nice to have a partner, someone to watch my back when I get up to my more kamikaze tricks, but …” Summer shrugged. “I really haven’t been here in the city for very long, either. SHIELD called me up to help out with cleanup after that whole … alien invasion thing, and I just decided to stay.” Folding her legs, she sat down on the air, looking him over curiously.

“Does it hurt?”

“Nope. It gets uncomfortable after a while, it makes me really tired, and then I have to eat everything in sight to feel better… but no fire doesn’t hurt me at all.”

Johnny stared at her curiously. “How are you doing that?” He wasn’t big into science, but sitting on non-solids generally didn’t work out too well for him.

“Maaaagic.” Summer waggled her fingers dramatically. “Seriously, I have no idea. It just works. It’ll keep working as long as you’re up here with me, I expect, now. Lots of emotions from you.” She raised her eyebrows at him. “How long have you been in that form, then, today? Should I be being adult and sending you down?”