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She concentrated on trying to control her muscles, but it didn’t really help. “‘m sorry,” she murmured, clinging to the suit. “Didn’t want you to know about this.” Where would be free of the hum of other hearts? Up high was always a safe bet. “Tower,” Summer told Tony, before more muscles clenched, and she clamped her teeth together. “Yours.”

Tony got them to the balcony of the tower and got her inside, setting her on the couch in the den area so he could get out of the suit. “Don’t apologize,” he said through the noise of the suit shedding itself. “You really helped us out. Now… I take it this has happened before?” He asked, kneeling next to the sofa. “What can I do to help?”

Just leaving behind the clamour of the crowd at the mall helped; Summer felt the taste of it slide out of her mind like waves receding from the shore. It didn’t change the aftershocks of channelling the Hulk, but at least it stopped it from getting worse. Her breathing easing, she told Tony, “You got me out of there. That’s all I needed.” She flexed her fingers against yet another spasm, trying to force her body to relax. “Now all I can do is wait, and try not to think about it.”

Looking around the room, she added, “This is where you live? It’s really nice.”

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“There’s a lot — aaaghh — a lot of pain,” she whispered. A muscle in her arm clenched, and her hands trembled. “But I’ll be oka—” A spasm in her back cut off that sentence and pulled her out of her fetal curl. “Take me away from here. Too much input. Please,” she whispered.

Tony hesitated a moment, not wanting to cause her any further pain, but moved to pick her up all the same. “Hold on, I’ll get us somewhere quiet, all right?” He held her as gently as he could manage while still holding her safely, and took off, leaving the other Avengers to deal with Banner. “Where?” he asked. The city was a big place, and very few areas could be considered quiet by anyone’s standards.

She concentrated on trying to control her muscles, but it didn’t really help. “‘m sorry,” she murmured, clinging to the suit. “Didn’t want you to know about this.” Where would be free of the hum of other hearts? Up high was always a safe bet. “Tower,” Summer told Tony, before more muscles clenched, and she clamped her teeth together. “Yours.”

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It hurt, opening up like that. The Hulk’s anger was raw, sharp edges and hooks, as destructive as the being it powered, but Summer had faced her own rages and she gritted her teeth and held on. One minute … two … the deluge of anger abruptly ended and she staggered back, the fire wavering, then vanishing.

Summer went to her knees, hard, then crumpled over to her side. With the last vestiges of energy, she jerked her shields back up. “Did I stop him?” she tried to say to anyone nearby.

By the time Tony got there, Bruce was shrinking down to his normal size and regaining his normal complexion, so he wasn’t worried about him. But Summer… Tony dropped to a knee beside her.

“He’s Bruce again,” Tony said gently, looking her over for any physical harm done. “You… You all right?”

“There’s a lot — aaaghh — a lot of pain,” she whispered. A muscle in her arm clenched, and her hands trembled. “But I’ll be oka—” A spasm in her back cut off that sentence and pulled her out of her fetal curl. “Take me away from here. Too much input. Please,” she whispered.

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Tony scanned his eyes over some of the upturned cars and saw the flame dancing to mark the right vehicle. “I don’t have any extra comm sets on me… Look, I’ll get the civillian out of the car if you can do that,” he said, already turning toward the car. He landed in front of it, seeing a young man still seatbelted in and hyperventilating a little.

“Hey, hold tight, all right?” Tony said, glad his faceplate was up—his natural voice was always better in situations like this. Less alien, more soothing than a robotic one.

Time to split the attention again. Summer let the wings drop; there was no need for them anymore, and they’d only draw attention she might not want right now. Unconsciously, one hand went to rub at her temple, and her eyes fell out of focus while she reached out to the pile of rage that was the Hulk.

Anger, where was the edge of the anger? What else was threading through it? Guilt. Grief. Too common, too common, there was — “I don’t have enough data!” she spit under her breath. Landing next to Rogers and Romanov, she said without preamble, “I’m going to try something stupid.”

Linking her fingers together, Summer pointed her palms at the sky, hooked on to the Hulk’s anger, and pulled. A column of flame exploded from her palms with a sharp snap, arrowing straight up into the sky.

Tony tried the door handle, but it was stuck, so he had to rip the door completely off. Carefully, he reached in to pick the guy out of the car. He picked him up and flew him over past the police barricades. That was when he saw a giant pillar of flame shooting up into the air.

Fire? Fire! Summer!

It hurt, opening up like that. The Hulk’s anger was raw, sharp edges and hooks, as destructive as the being it powered, but Summer had faced her own rages and she gritted her teeth and held on. One minute … two … the deluge of anger abruptly ended and she staggered back, the fire wavering, then vanishing.

Summer went to her knees, hard, then crumpled over to her side. With the last vestiges of energy, she jerked her shields back up. “Did I stop him?” she tried to say to anyone nearby.

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theironaudi:

That was going to be interesting. Splitting her attention two ways, she marked the minor part to keep her aloft, and concentrated on alchemising panic to decision, or at least lower panic. Oh, there would be payment for this later!

Tony kept the Hulk’s attention, letting the others regroup and letting Summer get to the people there, as he led Banner in circles. He let his faceplate slide back in hopes of generating recognition. “Bruce! Dr. Banner. It’s me, it’s Tony. C’mon man, what’s going on? What ha-!”—he dodged a big green, grabby hand—“Shit. What happened?”

The Hulk threw a motorcycle skyward, clipping Tony and making the suit sputter for a moment. “Hey now, no throwing toys, Banner!” He turned his head, catching sight of Natasha and Steve in plainclothes, like they’d been there before and hadn’t had a chance to change. “Rogers, Natasha, any clue what happened?”

Steve chimed in. “He was fine and then all of a sudden, this! We were just able to get him outside…”

Finally, the policemen and mall cops formed a line of flashlights and badges, guiding people away from the vehicular carnage. Summer spiraled back up into the sky, pulling a whirling mental scan of the whole area. Tony, rage, concern (Steve), no pain, no pain, shock! — someone trapped in an upsidedown car, cushioned in airbags.

“Fuck, I need a way to communicate with them while I’m airbourne,” she muttered through clenched teeth. She popped a fireball at the Hulk and shot across the parking lot to Tony. “Tony!”

The Hulk turned toward her upon impact of the fireball, but Tony got between them, far enough away that they’d have time to move if they needed to. “Any new info? Got anything on him?” he asked, looking back at Banner who’d turned his attention back to Cap and Natasha for the moment.

“There’s someone trapped in one of the cars, one of the upsidedown ones. They aren’t badly hurt but they’re terrified. Haven’t found anyone else hurt,” Summer rattled off in a hurry. “I need a way to communicate with y’all; fuck, I need my /armour/.” Something occurred to her, and she called a little flame to the top — well, the bottom — of the car with the hurt person in it.

“The uniforms have got a path to clear people out, and the folk inside are being diverted from this area. We’ve a clear lot now, except the cars.” She blew a breath out. “Give me a second to focus in, and I can try to read the Hulk.”

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theironaudi:

Stark grinned as the kiss broke just before the faceplate closed and he positively bolted into the sky toward the Hulk to get his attention. “Bruce!” he yelled, making him look skyward at Stark and letting Hawkeye roll to get out of the way. He made a mental note to try to come up with some sort of tranq arrows for the archer to use for the next time this happened.

People, everywhere, was /no one/ trying to get a handle on this situation? Screaming, running for their cars, as if a piece of metal and plastic was more important than their lives! Spotting blue lights, she dove for them, coming to a halt  just above their heads. “You need to establish an exit route. Right now people don’t know where to go. I can get them calm, but you’ve got to give them instruction.”

“Who the hell are you?”

“You know me as Naienko. Id on the wings and /get moving/.” Tapping their urgency and panic, she dropped it off to a level that would let them think, wishing she didn’t have to, before she made a low level beeline for the biggest cluster of people blocked off by the Hulk.

That was going to be interesting. Splitting her attention two ways, she marked the minor part to keep her aloft, and concentrated on alchemising panic to decision, or at least lower panic. Oh, there would be payment for this later!

Tony kept the Hulk’s attention, letting the others regroup and letting Summer get to the people there, as he led Banner in circles. He let his faceplate slide back in hopes of generating recognition. “Bruce! Dr. Banner. It’s me, it’s Tony. C’mon man, what’s going on? What ha-!”—he dodged a big green, grabby hand—“Shit. What happened?”

The Hulk threw a motorcycle skyward, clipping Tony and making the suit sputter for a moment. “Hey now, no throwing toys, Banner!” He turned his head, catching sight of Natasha and Steve in plainclothes, like they’d been there before and hadn’t had a chance to change. “Rogers, Natasha, any clue what happened?”

Steve chimed in. “He was fine and then all of a sudden, this! We were just able to get him outside…”

Finally, the policemen and mall cops formed a line of flashlights and badges, guiding people away from the vehicular carnage. Summer spiraled back up into the sky, pulling a whirling mental scan of the whole area. Tony, rage, concern (Steve), no pain, no pain, shock! — someone trapped in an upsidedown car, cushioned in airbags.

“Fuck, I need a way to communicate with them while I’m airbourne,” she muttered through clenched teeth. She popped a fireball at the Hulk and shot across the parking lot to Tony. “Tony!”