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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.”
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.
