Tony nodded. “I suppose I could get JARVIS to try that. One sec,” he said, pressing a series of buttons on the dashboard to activate the AI in the car.
“Sir?”
“Run a scan on my partner in crime here, would you? See if you can match her face to a name for me. And whatever else you can find out. She wants to be impressed,” he said, grinning.
“Of course,” JARVIS agreed, and after a few moments, it spoke again. “Summer Rainault.”
Summer made a mildly impressed expression as the AI rattled off, “Born August 17 1980 in Tupelo MS, age 32, currently residing New York City, height 5’2” weight 135 lbs.” — “Hey!” she objected — “No known employment at this time, no known legal relationship at this time. SHIELD notes subject is a mutant, known ability empathy, both receptive and projective. SHIELD notes subject is a magician, known skills manipulation of fire. Shall I continue, sir?”
“Well good grief,” she ejaculated. “I think you know more about me now than I know about you!” But she didn’t look annoyed, raising her hands into the motion breeze and grinning up at the stars.
“That’ll be all, JARVIS.”
Tony took all the information in, storing it away. He focused, though, on the fact that SHIELD had her listed as a mutant. ”An empath, huh? Makes sense…” he murmured, referring to how she’d helped him earlier. “Cool,” he said genuinely interested.
Having no real powers of his own, unless one counted his intelligence, he was immensely interested in those who did. “Is it terribly impolite to ask you about that? Or, well, maybe I should let you have your chance to find out about me to even things up.”
“I don’t mind,” Summer responded, shaking her head. “Most people are scared of me when they find out. They figure it’s like telepathy, that I can know everything. Is the Mongolian place much farther? My stomach is starting to make unhappy noises.” She fished a stray strand of hair out of her mouth where the wind had blown in, watching him drive.