Summer lowered herself to the ground entirely before drawing in her wings. “Oh, well, I’m just … a pinch hitter, I guess you might say. SHIELD doesn’t really agree with you, they like my sister much better than me.” She held out a hand. “It was a pleasure working with you, though, Captain. Steve Rogers, right, behind the shield?”
“Hmm..” Steve frowned in disapproval. “Well I don’t believe in choosing favourites. And I say, it was great to have you around.” he threw a friendly salute in her direction and nodded. “That’s right Ma’am.”
She shrugged. “I don’t really care. Winter’s far more suited to them than I. I appreciate the compliment, though. It’s always nice to be wanted.” Looking down at her mask, she sighed. “Excuse me for a second.” Summer turned around, looping the mask over one shoulder, and aimed both hands upward, checking for anything up there. All clear, she poured fire straight up in a blazing column for long seconds.
Steve watched, fascinated by the flames. “That’s really neat… You must have a lot of fun with those powers.” he commented, smiling at her.
“I wish I could say yes,” she said over her shoulder. The flames went out, and she turned back around to face Steve. “But the reality of it … well, let’s just say there’s a lot of baggage that goes along with it.” Summer gave him a little smile. “I don’t know what you paid for your skills, Captain, but sometimes I think my price was too high, and I wasn’t ever given a choice about it.”
She looked down the street, hazy with dust and littered with fallen bodies. “Well! Saving the city is hot work. You got anything else to do, or can you come get a drink with me?”