“Uhuh,” Summer said dryly. “Just like mine is a gift.” She looked up at him. “The way you say it, gift means curse.” She took a long moment to see if she could find whomever had jumped him, and came up with nothing. All the minds she touched were as expected.
Folding her arms, she put her head to one side. “Now that you’ve tried to put me off with vagueness, suppose you give a little more detail. Either you killed whatever ‘jumped’ you, or it wasn’t human.”
Humans were always so damn skeptical. Why couldn’t they just leave matters alone? Jack let out a sigh as he took another drink, “Hardly putting you off and no, I didn’t kill it. My team went after it after it killed me because they knew I’d be back.” He let out a soft noise, almost like a mocking chuckle.
“Really, I don’t see why it matters to you. You’re a civilian, civilians never care about things that they never notice.” How did she notice, anyway? Did she watch the attack or something? He would have thought he was hidden away enough to not get noticed.
“Ah, that’s the problem. I’m not exactly a civilian.” Summer offered the other bottle, watching him. She supposed it was reasonable that he should dismiss her; neither of them knew anything about the other. As far as he was concerned, she was a really nosy tourist.
“My name is Summer. Summer Rainault. I’m a consultant for SHIELD. That explain why it matters to me?”