iamthefirechild:
“I know you do,” she murmured, combing out a tangle with her nails. “Do you know what next week is?”
“I hear it’s Valentine’s Day,” he smiled boyishly, “is there anyone in particular you want to spend it with?” Victor asked.
Teasingly, she said, “Ohhhhh, I don’t know … there’s some really cute guys at SHIELD I thought I might ask out … ” Then she stuck her tongue out.
Victor raised an eyebrow and growled at that thought. “Perhaps I should stop by and have a chat with these ‘cute boys’. Y’know, make sure they’re not murderers or anything.” Victor laughed a little, to try to mask the sudden pang of surprising possessiveness and jealousy that hit him in his gut.
Her expression softened. “I heard that, Victor darling.” She scraped her nails a little against his skull. “Shhh now, I’m only teasing. Let the SHIELDies alone.” Slowly she stroked his hair, ruffling her fingers up into it.
He turned and kissed her. “I know…and I will,” he paused a moment, “so long as they behave.” He turned a little more so that he could look her in the eye. “What exactly do you do for SHIELD? I’ve heard of them, some of my friendly rivals are employed by them but I don’t really know what’s what there.”
“I can’t say a lot,” Summer began slowly, searching his dark eyes. “I can tell you what /I/ do, but not much more.” She paused, eyes going distant. “Mostly, I do search and rescue. Because I’ve got such a wide range, and I can identify people’s mental signatures after having spent some time with them. So in a crisis situation, a crash, a building collapse, a hostage circumstance, I can tell who’s in trouble and sometimes what kind of trouble. Then I can use my magic to clear a safe path. Sometimes.”