She gave him a little bow, hand over her heart. “I’m Summer Rainault. You must be Steve Rogers. You’re spoken of very highly.”
“It’s a pleasure meeting you, ma’am.” Steve smiled softly. ”You may have mostly heard of Captain America. When I’m not wearing my uniform, I’m just a kid from Brooklyn.”
“Mmm, no.” Summer shook her head. “It’s the same praise, uniform or no. I’m glad to finally meet you too.”
