Even after nearly ten years in the Big Apple, Summer never got tired of the snowfall. It had begun overnight, this year, and she woke to a world of shimmering white and — well, swearing cabbies, slush, and ice. But the bits not swarmed over by the life of the city were still entrancing, and she kept staring upward with a smile on her way the few blocks to Stark Tower.

Slipping into the back area, she compacted a neat snowball and lofted it toward Toni’s windows. “Hey!” she shouted, preparing some more missiles. “Toni! Come play!”