“Thank god I met you,” he murmured, changing gears and heading toward the mall, thankful for the fact that he’d stowed one of his suit-briefcases in the trunk. “The fire… Well, we’ll see. Should work, but he can jump pretty damn high if he wants out, and something tells me he will…” He bit his lip, trying to bring up his memory files on Banner to see if there was anything, anything about his response to fire.
“Irrelevant. Just bear in mind I can’t do all those things at once. Someone’s gotta prioritise for me, or I’m going to do it myself, and my priority will be civilians to cut down my risk of overload.” Summer closed her eyes, her mind already spinning scenarios from best to worst. She let her body relax, moving with the motion of the car, while she reached outward, but she couldn’t get a fix. “Not enough data,” she muttered. “How long?”
“Crowd control might be best to start with,” he decided. “Especially since we don’t know how he’d react to fire, or even to you trying to calm him down. And to be honest… I’d rather you not get too close to him unless you have to…” He grimaced a little. “The rest of us have experience with him, and hell, I have armour… We’re not far, ten more blocks until the parking lot, I think.”
“He’ll have a fun time trying to catch me.” Summer opened her eyes again, frowning in concentration. “I’ve /got/ armour, though it’s not meant to withstand something like the Hulk. But I think you’ll be surprised how much I can d—” Her hand snapped up to her temple as the taste of the panic at the mall swept into her mind. There was still too much distance for any kind of resolution into individual minds, though. “I have to get airbourne.”