The half-formed wings, roaring with flame, collapsed into smoke. “SHIELD. She’s a SHIELD agent. The better twin.” A beat, then: “You deserved to know. She’s wrong.” There was still no inflection in her voice. “I won’t be used.”
Oddly enough, Loki relaxed a little.
“…You knew who I was all along—well done, your front was quite believable.” He waved a hand, a weary sort of amusement on his face. “SHIELD already knows that I am in New York City. This was not a secret.”
“I /didn’t/ know!” Summer’s voice rose to a shout. “Until I touched you — I had no idea what you looked like, I wasn’t even here at that time. I thought it was just a name. Until I touched you, touched your skin, and she /knew/ — I thought, I hoped, I had found someone to make friends with, and instead my never-to-be-sufficiently-cursed twin had /set/ me on you, on /you/, like a /dog/.” She trembled in her anger.
Her hair billowed in the sudden heat as the fiery wings burst into full being. “And now I have to carry your pain too.”
Loki’s eyebrow quirked, but other than that, he remained unruffled by the outburst.
“I am not a safe person to befriend, child. I have never asked another to carry my pain—I do not do so now.”
“Of course /you/ didn’t ask,” she spat. “Did I ask for safe? Do I look like someone who courts /safe/? You expected me to know you, but you have no idea who I am, do you? I won’t match danger with you, oh no, but I am no more /safe/ than you are, Loki.
“She knew I would touch you.”