“That’s one way to put it. I suppose.” One fingertip slid over the centre diamond. “Anyway, you see now that I’m plenty old enough for what I do.”
“I … indeed, yes ma’am.” Steve directed his gaze on his hands, playing with his fingers, too embarrassed to look at her. ”Sorry.”
She reached out and patted his hands. “Don’t feel bad. You’re not the first person to do that. I know what I look like.”
Very gently, still smiling, Summer said, “Darlin’, I’m twice that age. It’s very flattering, though.” Stark. That was interesting. She’d hoped for something friendlier. “Yes, I know Tony. Very well.” She couldn’t help reaching for the arc reactor pendant; she wore it all the time now, for reasons she wasn’t quite ready to examine.
The soldier looked with amazement at the pendant that she had shown him before looking back at the woman. Could it be that she and Stark are close? “I suppose that you and him are close friends. That’s … good.”
“That’s one way to put it. I suppose.” One fingertip slid over the centre diamond. “Anyway, you see now that I’m plenty old enough for what I do.”
Summer smirked. “Just how old do you think I am, Mr Rogers?”
Steve folded his arms across his chest as he eyed her for a moment, thoughtfully.
“Sixteen?”
Her eyes got very wide, then she exploded in laughter. “Sixteen!?” From underneath the hand covering her mouth, she gasped, “Tony will love that.”
“I’m search-and-rescue. Crowd control.” Her smile was lopsided. “Not as important as you by any means, but all the same. Anywhere you’ve been, I have less to worry about.”
Steve arched his brows. “That sounds … interesting. Glad to know I’m mostly doing the big part of the job. That’s what I’m here for anyway. But aren’t you a little too young for this kind of job?”
Summer smirked. “Just how old do you think I am, Mr Rogers?”
“Don’t go puttin’ words in my mouth, Mr Rogers. I would love to get to know the guy who makes my job so much easier.”
“Your … job?” he asked curiously.
“I’m search-and-rescue. Crowd control.” Her smile was lopsided. “Not as important as you by any means, but all the same. Anywhere you’ve been, I have less to worry about.”
“Mmm, no.” Summer shook her head. “It’s the same praise, uniform or no. I’m glad to finally meet you too.”
Steve smiled as he ran a hand through his hair. ”Believe me, people would rather get to know Captain America than the guy beneath the uniform.”
“Don’t go puttin’ words in my mouth, Mr Rogers. I would love to get to know the guy who makes my job so much easier.”
She gave him a little bow, hand over her heart. “I’m Summer Rainault. You must be Steve Rogers. You’re spoken of very highly.”
“It’s a pleasure meeting you, ma’am.” Steve smiled softly. ”You may have mostly heard of Captain America. When I’m not wearing my uniform, I’m just a kid from Brooklyn.”
“Mmm, no.” Summer shook her head. “It’s the same praise, uniform or no. I’m glad to finally meet you too.”
“Ma’am, can I help you with something?”
“Hmmh? No, I’m just idling. Thanks, though.”
“Oh alright then. Can I at least know who you are? If you don’t mind?”
She gave him a little bow, hand over her heart. “I’m Summer Rainault. You must be Steve Rogers. You’re spoken of very highly.”
“Ma’am, can I help you with something?”
“Hmmh? No, I’m just idling. Thanks, though.”
