“I… Yeah. Mine’s not even all the good against him for much longer than a few minutes, honestly…” Tony muttered, accelerating to just get them to the parking lot. The tires squealed as he topped the car suddenly and popped the trunk. “Do what you’ve gotta do, but be careful. You’re still technically a civillian, and the others won’t take it too well if they learn I was the one who got you hurt.” And I sure as hell won’t take it well either, he thought, knowing she’d catch the feeling. He pulled the briefcase out and activated the suit, letting it fit to him as he watched the Hulk, still quite a ways off.
“Civilian, hell. I’m just not SHIELD.” Summer was already halfway through the leap that would take her skyward, but she abandoned it to drop in front of Tony. Utterly ignoring the clicks of the forming suit, she grabbed his face and forced him to look at her. “You be careful too.” Slowly, this time, she rose off the ground until their faces were level, then kissed him, quickly. “For luck.”
Then she was gone, tearing off into the night sky, wings formed of flame trailing from her shoulders.
Stark grinned as the kiss broke just before the faceplate closed and he positively bolted into the sky toward the Hulk to get his attention. “Bruce!” he yelled, making him look skyward at Stark and letting Hawkeye roll to get out of the way. He made a mental note to try to come up with some sort of tranq arrows for the archer to use for the next time this happened.
People, everywhere, was /no one/ trying to get a handle on this situation? Screaming, running for their cars, as if a piece of metal and plastic was more important than their lives! Spotting blue lights, she dove for them, coming to a halt just above their heads. “You need to establish an exit route. Right now people don’t know where to go. I can get them calm, but you’ve got to give them instruction.”
“Who the hell are you?”
“You know me as Naienko. Id on the wings and /get moving/.” Tapping their urgency and panic, she dropped it off to a level that would let them think, wishing she didn’t have to, before she made a low level beeline for the biggest cluster of people blocked off by the Hulk.
That was going to be interesting. Splitting her attention two ways, she marked the minor part to keep her aloft, and concentrated on alchemising panic to decision, or at least lower panic. Oh, there would be payment for this later!