“I’m quite capable of giving compliments to those who deserve them. That’s one of the things people don’t seem to grasp about me. I’m not a complete asshole. Maybe more like three quarters of an asshole…” He considered that for a moment before nodding. “Yeah, that sounds about right. Especially since you’re right. I haven’t, have I?” He asked, sheepishly. How he’d managed to get that far without asking her name was beyond him. “Is it too late to ask?”
“I think I should make you guess, now. Or at least work for it. You’ve got that amazing AI, after all, I bet it — he? — could do a facial match.” Summer coaxed, “Show off for me, just a bit, please?”
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.