“You’re complicated,” Tony teased. Minutes later, he let out a loud groan as his show was interrupted by commercials. “Alright, Red, spill. You have my undivided attention.”
“Red?” she muttered. She didn’t move, just sighed. “The … spasms.” She didn’t know what else to call them. “I’m pretty sure it’s to do with my empathy. Whenever I’ve been around someone with strong emotions, afterward that happens. Except, it used to be just a little bit. Like the shudder of a chill. Now — well, you saw.”
“Fuck I don’t know what to tell ya.” Tony shrugged. “All I got is you could move to some deserted island. Definitely no strong emotions there.” He grabbed her hand and held it tight. “I’ll try not to piss you off though. I’m already hot enough without being set on fire.”
“Tony!” Summer laughed, then blinked at him, processing more than the flippancy of the words. “You think … you think the fire came from the emotions?” That hadn’t even occurred to her. Calling fire was just a toy, really.