“I said we could.” She smirked at him, laughing. “If we keep doing what we were doing last night, then definitely. But it’s a lot easier to handle bonded emotions than almost any other. They aren’t obtrusive, and they don’t affect me physically.” Summer’s eyes went distant for a moment. “It’s the people I’m not bonded to that are the problem, that way. Someone else’s pain, someone else’s desire, someone else’s desperate hope. You asked, why have I been alone so much? That’s why.”
“Wait, so is it based in sexual arousal? Intimacy? both the romantic or non romantic sort.”
Victor looked down for a moment. “I wish there was something I could do,” he mumbled almost inaudibly. He looked up at her then, questioning and curiosity in his eyes. “Have you ever given your emotions to other people?”
“Victor, darling, I do search-and-rescue and crowd control for SHIELD. Yes, I can project.” Summer propped her elbows on the table and looked at him over her hands. “I don’t understand what you mean. What is it you /want/ to do? I’m not exactly suffering anymore. I have a job, there are people who see my abilities as useful but allow me to say no, and now there’s you.”
“You’re with SHIELD?” Victor whistled, “Well my thought process was that should something become difficult again, I’d be willing to ‘relieve’ you of some of the emotion. I’ve been to dark places so I wouldn’t mind, and I’m immortal in practically every way.” He shrugged, realizing that he probably sounded a little ridiculous. “I’m sorry it’s probably not one of my better ideas.”
He looked down. “What do you mean, and now there’s me?”
“You seem pretty intent on being part of my life. So, you know,” Summer turned her hands out, “I’m completely content to let that happen. And not be … alone, anymore. I’m … not afraid of darkness. Of shadows. I’ve … ” She took a deep breath, holding his eyes. “Killed people. Victor. I’m not really a good person.”