Summer let her brows flicker surprise. If that wasn’t mild confusion before recognition, she was no kind of empath. Who in the world — this world, anyway — didn’t know the name of Tony Stark? Folding her arms and rolling her neck, she watched Jack, eavesdropping somewhat ostentatiously. Maybe he’d let her tag along if there was cleanup to be done. Her curiosity was more than roused, by this time.
It wasn’t that the captain didn’t know who Tony Stark was, it was the fact that he rarely actually paid attention to most news, excluding anything that actually caught his eye. Sure, he’d seen pictures of the attractive genius, but that didn’t necessarily mean he actually knew who he was until the meeting. He ran his fingers over the familiar tech, listening closely before one of the team finally clicked on and gave him an answer. His brow creased slightly.
“Are you kidding me? Four? Tell me where you are, I’ll get there as soon as possible,” Jack replied before clicking the mic off. “Sorry, beautiful, I gotta get going.” He pointed over his shoulder.
“Do they catch fire?” Short and simple. “I can help.” It wouldn’t be the first time she’d turned her skills that way — some things could only be healed by removal. Anyway, she still wanted to know more about this guy,