“Your happiness. I want you to be free from that thing.” She frowned, easing up off the ground. “What’s wrong with your hand? Let me see it.” Again she reached out, slowly. “Come on.” Like coaxing a wild animal.His voice dropped into the most patronizingly sugary tone he could manage as he asked, “Are we going to keep talking like kindergarten teachers, or is this a short lived game?” His arm stayed against his chest and he snorted. “I’d prefer if you didn’t touch me.”
“Stop acting the fool and I’ll stop treating you as one.” One hand seized his elbow, and then it was as if she was falling, or the world went away; there was an unpleasant roiling in her gut.
Summer blinked, shaking her head hard. “What the fuck. Just happened.” She could see Tony, hand still clutched close to his chest, and the reactor seeming to flicker in and out of view. And nothing else. All around stretched greyness, filled with dim and sourceless light. She turned, slowly.