“I actually live here, not that far away. I’m not exactly a volunteer, though.” She nodded toward the computer. “You can find me in the SHIELD databases as a consultant. Search-and-rescue. I really really did just fly up the face of your Tower to see what it looked like all cleaned up.” Her return smile matched his, maybe a little more playful. “And I was a little curious about you.”
“You flew up here?” Was Tony’s first question, piercing her with an interested look. But smiled again as he added, “And? What did you think?” Already JARVIS was running the search for Summer Rainault, the SHIELD consultant, but the engineer did honestly prefer getting the information straight from the source, later confirming it by reading what reports he could find. “My life’s an open book, everyone knows everything. You’re welcome to stay if it’ll satisfy your curiosity; I want to know what you do. So you help save people. What are your special abilities?”
Summer laughed at him. “In order, then. Yes; I like, a lot; I’m an empath with fire control abilities.” She folded her arms and leaned against the wall. “Anything else you want to know? I don’t keep secrets; ask me anything.”
( All this information is available in the SHIELD database http://iamthefirechild.tumblr.com/summer )
Taking a few sideways glances at his screen, he confirmed from the picture that the girl was indeed Summer, and the report on her abilities and what she did for SHIELD. “Just really what you’re doing here. But if it’s just curiosity, I can relate. If you want to take a look around I’ll give you the clearance. You’re aware Jarvis will be watching so I doubt you’ll touch anything you shouldn’t. If there’s anything you need, or want, from me, then nothing’s stopping you from telling me,” he answered, finishing with a smile.
“I expect touching anything would be, hmmm, detrimental to my health? My genius isn’t the same as yours, after all.” She grinned at him. “It’s a gorgeous place you’ve built here, Mr Stark. Much better now that the windows are all in and there’s no hole in the floor.” She rolled off the wall and walked toward him, stuffing hands in her pockets. “That satisfies that curiosity, but not the other.” She stopped on the other side of his monitors, watching him with suddenly grave green eyes. “The open book of your life doesn’t say anything about that guilt.”