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!
Tony kept the Hulk’s attention, letting the others regroup and letting Summer get to the people there, as he led Banner in circles. He let his faceplate slide back in hopes of generating recognition. “Bruce! Dr. Banner. It’s me, it’s Tony. C’mon man, what’s going on? What ha-!”—he dodged a big green, grabby hand—“Shit. What happened?”
The Hulk threw a motorcycle skyward, clipping Tony and making the suit sputter for a moment. “Hey now, no throwing toys, Banner!” He turned his head, catching sight of Natasha and Steve in plainclothes, like they’d been there before and hadn’t had a chance to change. “Rogers, Natasha, any clue what happened?”
Steve chimed in. “He was fine and then all of a sudden, this! We were just able to get him outside…”
Finally, the policemen and mall cops formed a line of flashlights and badges, guiding people away from the vehicular carnage. Summer spiraled back up into the sky, pulling a whirling mental scan of the whole area. Tony, rage, concern (Steve), no pain, no pain, shock! — someone trapped in an upsidedown car, cushioned in airbags.
“Fuck, I need a way to communicate with them while I’m airbourne,” she muttered through clenched teeth. She popped a fireball at the Hulk and shot across the parking lot to Tony. “Tony!”
The Hulk turned toward her upon impact of the fireball, but Tony got between them, far enough away that they’d have time to move if they needed to. “Any new info? Got anything on him?” he asked, looking back at Banner who’d turned his attention back to Cap and Natasha for the moment.
“There’s someone trapped in one of the cars, one of the upsidedown ones. They aren’t badly hurt but they’re terrified. Haven’t found anyone else hurt,” Summer rattled off in a hurry. “I need a way to communicate with y’all; fuck, I need my /armour/.” Something occurred to her, and she called a little flame to the top — well, the bottom — of the car with the hurt person in it.
“The uniforms have got a path to clear people out, and the folk inside are being diverted from this area. We’ve a clear lot now, except the cars.” She blew a breath out. “Give me a second to focus in, and I can try to read the Hulk.”