“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?”
“Well, it wasn’t cheap… A bunch of injections in pretty much every direction. But I don’t really like thinking back to it. It wasn’t one of my best days.” he sighed, and managed to return a small smile, trying to lighten up. Stress was for combat. And that was done and over with.
Steve wiped the accumulating sweat off his brow, before nodding eagerly at the offer. “Drink? Yes please.”
“Somewhere away from here, I think. D’you have a favourite place, Steve? I don’t really go out a lot, so I don’t know as much of the city as I could.” A faint drawl filtered into her words. “I could really use a cider, personally. We can talk about something besides all this,” and Summer waved a hand behind her at the detritus.