“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.”
Victor looked at her, not wanting to make light of the situation but slightly quirking an eyebrow. “Remember who you’re talking to love, I’m no better, perhaps even worse. I don’t know how many people I’ve killed, how many governments I’ve toppled. It’s all a blur now really.” He trailed off for a moment before he smiled and got up to kiss the corner to her mouth. “As long as you’re content then this is fantastic.”
“I just don’t — hmmm — want you getting the wrong idea about me. I’m not some kind of pure, shining girl here to lift you out of the sewer. I’m not going to be any kind of balance for you.” She half-turned in her chair, taking his hands. “Thank you for breakfast, Victor, darling.”