[STARK TOWER]
All the belonging was already packed and the agents, sent by Director Fury, were carrying all the boxes to the cars. Tony was supervising Fury's men, expecting to find something that would postpone the moving… But everything was going fine. He wanted to have more time with his half-sister, knowing her better, but after Aaron's dead SHIELD had decreed that their mission had finished at that point –The Avengers weren't needed now. Fury had moved his threads quickly and found the perfect way to have controlled all the experiments of Strauss.
Ben Scott, number Four, was under vigilance while being studied by professional scientists of SHIELD, the higher-ups were studying the possibility of training him as an agent –his ability of clairvoyance was an interested skill for the agency, knowing where were their enemies with a simple blink of an eye… well, that was really useful in war. The unique problem was the loyalty of the experiment, but if Natasha and Clint were trustable at this moment… Ben wouldn't suppose a problem.
Phoebe Book, number two, stilled working as Pepper's secretary. She had recovered her perpetual optimism –Tony couldn't make her talk about what happened at Aaron's hideout but he trusted her enough to be patient.
Jacquelin Carlton, number five, was missing and nobody found a clue about where she would be. She was smart enough to become invisible for them; Fury didn't expect knowing about her sooner. At the right point, she'll show –or at least, that's what the director had told himself.
Sullivan Bomer, number two, didn't suppose a problem for SHIELD. His ability didn't make him dangerous –and he hadn't any fighter skills and demonstrated no-interest of being and agent, so Fury didn't have to care much about him. His destiny was taking back his old job –before becoming an experiment, he had worked at a pizzeria.
Summer Strauss, number six, was the hardest problem. Her abilities stilled being uncontrolled –even she trained every day to control them, at that moment she could take Sully's hand for about two-three minutes more or less; and they were dangerous enough to represent a hazard for the society. After discussing the situation at the council of SHIELD, Director Fury had gotten the perfect deal for the girl –staying at an apartment, guarded by agents until her abilities were controlled. It was better that way, better than jail for sure at least. Sullivan, without hesitate, compromised himself to help the girl every day.
"We're going to have so much fun together, Sum'! Like the old times." Sully said, excited, his eyes lighted up when some ideas crossed his mind. "Don't you think?" Summer smiled to him, but it ended to seem too false to convince him she was happy. "Yeah, ammm… I'm going to my apartment to take some things I need, okay? I'll see you later." He pulled her into a warm hug that Summer returned instantly –controlling perfectly her powers. "I have my personal guards, that's awesome." He winked one eye, mischievously. "Look at the brunette. Cute, right?" Summer giggled when Sully gave the thumbs up making a lustily face. For security, they had two assigned agents each other to guard them until they'll arrive at the apartments. "I guess this is a goodbye." He said, looking at the rest of the people that were there. "I'm not good at them… I always cry."
"Don't you say?" Tony murmured, making a face while crossing his arms. The last time they reunited that way was to say goodbye to Thor and his evil brother. And they never saw them again. He was afraid of not seeing Summer again –what if SHIELD ending thinking she was a threat? What if they imprisoned her forever? He tried to convince Fury about the idea of Summer staying at the tower, but the council didn't like it –they said he was a strong bad influence for her.
"Yep." Sully leaned his head to the left. "I cry a river with everything –and an ocean if I'm watching Titanic." Tony rolled his eyes –he didn't want to know but the blondie was always up to talk about everything. "Thanks for everything, Stark." He took a step forward with the intention of hugging the CEO of Stark Industries, but Tony backed up instantly to avoid the touch. "Oh, uh… Okay." Then the immortal blond turned back to glance at Steve –the Captain was writing something in a notebook. "What's that, Cap?"
"The things I missed this year." He murmured while writing Titanic on the top of the list. Sully raised one of his eyebrows –he could read Steve Jobs (Apple), Stark wars/Trek and stuff like that.
"Hey, add the Kamasutra to your list." Tony looked at him, horrified. "What? I'm trying to help." Sully's smile turned bigger, enjoying making Steve blushing.
"Sure, Mother Theresa." Tony clicked his tongue, staring at the blond, and then he moved his eyes to Steve. "But, yeah, add that to your list –On the top."
"Why on the top?" Sully asked, crossing his arms but smiling mischievously. "Maybe he doesn't like to be on the top." Steve blinked, confused, looking at the two men. "Right? Am I right?" The Captain parted his lips, ready to respond, but Stark cut into the conversation before he could add something.
"I really don't want to know that information." Sullivan shrugged his shoulders, with an innocent expression. "I think I'm going to miss you, both of you." He saw Summer in the distance, the girl was talking to Pepper –he didn't need to hear the conversation to know Pepper was asking if everything was packed, if she needed something else, making sure there was nothing left behind. The Potts had been a huge help for Summer in the beginning –buying her the proper clothes, teaching her things Pepper had described them as the most useful secrets for the women, giving her some books the Potts had read long time ago. For her, for Pepper, was like seeing a child leaving the house of their parents for the first time. Suddenly, Summer took a step forward –getting closer to Pepper, and without doubting at all, she hugged her.
His heart stopped for a second, fortunately nothing bad happened. They drew apart in a blink of an eye, but the proof stilled being there: Summer had hugged Pepper without any consequences for any of them.
Steve was perplexed as him. "Thanks for everything." Summer said to her, smiling tenderly, then she turned to see them. "Why are you looking me like that?" She asked, confused, pointing at Tony's surprised face. He smiled, nervously. "I'm never going to forget what you did for me."
"Be careful, okay?" She nodded slowly. "And take care of Barbie, I'm sure he's a troublemaker." Sully raised his eyebrows, clearly offended for the nickname and for the left-handed compliment. "This is not a goodbye, Summer." The girl sighed, a weary sound. She knew it was a goodbye. The mission was over and no one would ever care about what will happen to her, even they claimed their worries and cares… When the next mission will come –and she knew there was going to be another one, sooner than later, they will forget about her and the other experiments. Like nothing happened –just a distance story to tell sometimes.
But Tony didn't think the same as hers, not after knowing they were actually related. Lynette was her mother, not Maria, but they shared the same father –Howard was the clue of everything.
"I'm here for you." He took her by the shoulders, facing her. "If you need something, whatever it is… I'm here, okay?" She nodded again, trying to smile but failing.
Steve was waiting for his turn –Sully had hugged him, crying while doing it, for a really long time, but when Summer ended the conversation with Tony she turned back with the intention of leaving. "Summer." She stopped, doubting if turning back was a good option. She did it, with a tensed expression. "You're not going to say anything to me…?" He was shocked, he didn't expect a totally indifference –not after everything they had passed. She bit her lower lip, trying to avoid his eyes. "I'm here for you too." How original, Rogers, nice try. –he said to himself.
"Glad to know." Summer crossed her arms, on the defensive. "Thanks for everything, Captain." She said in a low voice, still not looking at him. "Have a good day." She took a step back but Steve stepped the distance again. "What do you want me to say?" Summer murmured, making sure only the two of them could hear her words. Tony and Sully were faking a conversation to be closer, trying to listen the whole talk. "That I'm sad or mad because they're taking me away? I can't do anything to stop the situation and… Saying goodbye to you it hurts me too much. I'm trying to escape from that feeling."
"It doesn't have to be a goodbye." Summer laughed with sarcasm, shaking her head.
"It's a goodbye, Captain, it can't be another way. They'll make sure." After he saw her grieving because of the dead of Aaron, Steve had known her better. He could say how she was at that moment –angry, her rage was rising inside her, feeling the injustice for not having the option to decide about her own life; SHIELD was committing a mistake –putting her away was the wrong way to make the things better. Her ability was entirely bound to her emotion, that state of anger didn't help at all. "Natasha agreed to train me and I'm afraid it's not her idea, at first I thought it was but… Now I'm not sure."
"What do you mean?" He asked, confused but fearing the worst.
"I'm not stupid." She said, replacing the whispers for a normal tone. "They want me to be someone else, something different."
"Different?"
"Loyal." She paused and then added as an afterthought. "To them."
"They can't change who you are." Oh, but they could. Steve was sure. SHIELD had a lot of secret process that would help to it. On top, Summer was too much manipulated –her memories, her personality, her morals, her definition of what was wrong and what was right… they weren't defined, it could be modified by anyone. "I won't let them." She shook her head –believing it wasn't possible even for him. "It's not gonna happen, okay…? I promise."
"As you promised Peggy a dance?" Summer paused, shutting up instantly, and glanced out at him. Steve looked surprised –but mostly sad, broken, it wasn't needed a reminder. "I'm sorry… That was mean." She shook off the anger, the frustration of being incapable to make her own choices. "You made me a better person and I can't be more thankful… You never judged me and always tried to understand me, even when I was—freaking out. I don't want to forget that."
"Are those compliments?" He asked, joking. "You're a mean girl sometimes."
"That's not true, I'm always nice." Summer interrupted him, trying to look offended but ending smiling to him. "Thank you." He thought she was going to hug him –Summer had taken a step forward to him, looking directly to his eyes; but then she backed up, changing her mind. "Would you do me a new promise?" Steve nodded instantly, not thinking twice. "Would you promise me a dance?"
"No." He responded, firmly. Summer blinked, confused, perplexed by the negative answer. "I'm a terrible dancer and you're—well, too professional. It wouldn't be fair." Summer giggled and Steve smiled to her, happily –it had passed a long time since he felt that way, not caring too much, just enjoying the moment, feeling happy, smiling, laughing… He used to feel that way with Bucky. "But yeah, I can promise you that."
"Cool." She said, swinging her body from one side to another, looking nervous. "But I'll teach you before, I don't want you to step on me at the dance floor."
"Yeah, that would be preferable." He rolled his eyes –thinking about it. "See you in a few days then." Summer stared at him, wishing for more time, hoping for the promise being true; Steve could see it in her eyes and he added instantly, not thinking too much. "Tomorrow?"
"Perfect." She responded, immediately. "Tomorrow is perfect."
"Miss Strauss?" One of the agents cut in their conversation. "We have to go, Miss Strauss." Summer stared at her, the agent was a woman, and nodded; she smiled at Steve one more time and went after the agent. Sully caught up with them instantly, smiling happily but his eyes showed a little bit of disappointment versus the past situation. Summer clicked her tongue, ready for his speech –because she knew perfectly he had one prepared.
"We have to work with your hormones, lady." Sully said, raising one of his eyebrows. "You should have kissed him, fiercely." Summer brushed, giving him an elbow to shut him up. "And then ripped off his shirt… Damn, I want to see that abs so badly." He sighed, like a silly schoolgirl in love. "Imagine him naked... Damnit, I'd pull his shirt off if I had the opportunity."
"You're too much horny." He wrapped one of his arms around her, pulling her closer in a friendly way.
"Oh, come on, Sum'! It's not my fault… Look at that Adonis's body." He giggled and kissed his friend's head. "I'll see you at home, okay? Our new home." Then Summer realized there were two cars waiting for them –something was wrong, she could feel it, they went to the same place… Why having two cars then? Sully saw her doubts. "I have to stop at my old apartment, I told you."
"Yeah, yeah…" She said, not believing a word but telling to herself not being too paranoid. "It's okay, I'll see you at home."
Summer got into the car, at the companion seat. "My name is Karen." The agent said –it was a red-haired woman, at her thirties more or less, suited with black clothes that had the logo of SHIELD in one of the sleeves. "I'm your personal guard." Summer nodded, slowly –she never thought she would have a babysitter, not with her age at least. "Director Fury has assigned me personally. You don't have to worry about anything, you're safe with me." She said, proudly of being the chosen –Summer wasn't sure if that was a good thing… Being her babysitter could be a little bit dangerous, considering her abilities. "If you need something, just ask. Okay?"
"Okay." She doubted at first but then added. "Can we make a stop? It'll only take a few minutes…"
[JUDITH'S APARTMENT]
Her aunt wasn't at home –what a surprise. She left the plastic bags at the table and putted her hands in her hips, a week had passed since she got separated from Red Skull and the rest of the team, and any news had come to her. But that wasn't the worst thing, Seven wasn't acting as she expected. Well, the real truth was he didn't act at all. Why? The targets were right around there –living their happy life without deserving; they had to be eliminated for what they had done.
She clicker her tongue, disgusted. So it was true what people used to say… If you want something so badly, you have to do it by yourself.
Winifred took the hair dye from the plastic bag and went in to the bathroom –red, his hair needed to be red, red as blood.
[RESIDENCE FOR THE VETERANS]
She used the door handle and the door swung open. Karen looked out of the corner of her eye when she saw Summer was doubting to go in. She was standing there, holding an old book, catching her breath as the seconds passed. "I'll stay here, if you need me…" Summer nodded, interrupting her; Karen smiled to her, giving her the courage to make a step forward. The agent was a motherly type, that didn't fit with her idea of an agent of SHIELD… -but maybe that was the reason Fury had chosen Karen, because Summer felt she could trust her.
Finally Summer went in, trying to be quiet for not disturbing her. "Hello?" She whispered when saw a woman in a hospital bed –her hair was totally grey, she had a lot of wrinkles but that made her looking adorable –weak, vulnerable, but lovely, full of too many experiences Summer wished for herself. The woman turned her head to see her new unexpected visitor, her brown eyes were deeper –in some way, they were wiser. "Hi." Her voice trembled, nervously, she cleared her throat before talking again. "Hi, I'm a volunteer."
"Hi." She responded, calmly, in peace, her voice sounded tender. "I'm Margaret. What's your name, sweetheart?"
"Summer." She said, instantly. "I'm here to read you… If you want, Margaret." The woman shrugged her shoulders but invited her to sit next to her bed anyway. When Summer sat down, she was the photographs she had at the night stand –one in particular catch her attention, because, basically, her mother was in it. Lynette Strauss, at the age of twenty more or less, was there, next to a man who looked like Tony. She blinked, confused –she had seen him before, she was sure, but when? If he was Tony's father, he would be famous… His face would be everywhere…
No, there was something more. She hadn't seen him in a newspaper or the TV, they had met, somewhere. But where? And the most important, why? Why he would like to meet her? Summer shook of that strange sense of her mind, trying to stay calm. "I was really young at that one, right?" Margaret smiled, tenderly.
"Ammm… Yeah…" Summer nodded, staring at the photo. "Who's she? She looks younger than you." She pointed at her mother; Margaret had to sit up to see better the photograph.
"Oh." Her smile faded away, replaced by a worried expression. "Yeah, she was younger than me…" She paused, and Summer feared she wanted her to leave the room but then Margaret added in a low voice. "Read me something, please, something came to my mind and I want to forget it."
She leaned the book against her lap, leaving it openly. Margaret was staring at her, with her eyes lighted up and her lips curled into a sad smile. Her pain, her sadness… It was because of the memory of her mother? What Lynette had possibly done to her? She wanted to ask, she wanted to know everything… But she knew perfectly Margaret wouldn't say a word about it. "Then your tail will divide and shrink until it becomes what the people on earth call a pair of shapely legs." Summer read, concentrating at the reading to not think about Lynette. "But it will hurt; it will feel as if a sharp sword slashed through you. Everyone who sees you will say that you are the most graceful human being they have ever laid eyes on, for you will keep your gliding movement and no dancer will be able to tread as lightly as you." Margaret was listening her, attentively. "But every step you take will feel as if you were treading upon knife blades so sharp that blood must flow." She paused to look at her, the old woman smiled. "I am willing to help you, but are you willing to suffer all this?"
She had read the story before –when she was a little kid, it wasn't one of her favorites at that moment –it didn't end too well, she constantly argued because the mermaid, the main character of the book, deserved better. A happy ending, a marriage with her beloved prince. She remembered complaining about it, grumping, indignant for her tragic ending. But then her mother, Lynette, had said to her: That's life, Summer, true love it doesn't exist. Her voice sounded rude, distance from the tender tone the mothers used to use to talk to their kids. There are no happy endings, there's no fairy tales.
"'Yes', the little mermaid said in a trembling voice, as she thought of the Prince and of gaining a human soul."
"She was a stupid, ah?" Suddenly, Margaret interrupted her, her eyes were looking nowhere. "No one should suffer that way to have a chance with someone." Then her eyes moved to her. "Don't you think?" Summer lowered her eyes, not knowing an answer for the question –what was love? How she could possibly know what was being in love? It was worth it that pain for what they called love and being loved?
"Do you—" She had to clear her throat again. "Did you love someone that much? Did you love someone that much that it hurt you painfully?" Margaret seemed to think about it, doubting about the answer.
"Once was a man." She said, nostalgic. "We hadn't the proper time to fall in love but—" Her lips curled in a sad, tender, smile. "If the things would have ended different, maybe I had let him a chance… And that would have been a mistake, I guess."
"Why?" Summer asked, grabbing the book, tensed. "Why was a mistake?" Margaret looked at her, and then she giggled in a lovely way.
"Because I wouldn't have had the experiences I already had!" Then she stared at the photographs. "I moved on from that relationship and I had a wonderful life, my husband was a good man and I loved him with all my heart." Summer was the photos Margaret was looking at –she had a daughter, even a grandchild. They were beautiful as her. "It was a better way than suffering waiting for him, right?"
"But if the things were different… Maybe you'll have this life with that person, don't you think?" She insisted, wanting the answer she expected to have. "Maybe it was a better choice. Maybe that other man would have made you happier."
"Sweetheart… That belongs to the past, it can't be change." Margaret took her hand. "It's not worth it thinking about the what if… It's not worth it suffering for an impossible love. Enjoy the present, take what you have right now, and don't miss even a second." She smiled again. "You won't regret a thing, believe me."
[ASYLUM]
No one talked about it, there was silent while Alex was reading all the tests bloods –trying to verify the poison. "It doesn't make sense…" Clint murmured, talking to himself. "Why Aaron would work for Hydra? I thought he did what he did because he hated Howard Stark… Because he wanted to proof he was better." The archer glanced out at Bruce, looking for an answer. The scientist sighed, tired and exhausted of not finding anything new.
"I don't know… Maybe we're wrong, may—" He paused and his eyes flew open, an idea, a theory, had come to his mind. "What if Hydra took advantage of that hate? What if Hydra used his experiments by their purpose?" Clint blinked, confused, crossing his arms. "Think it twice." Alex looked up, wanting to catch the information too. "All the experiments, the six, were useful for Hydra, right? An unlimited source of energy, Phoebe. A soldier that won't fall at war, Sullivan. To know the exactly position of their enemies, Benjamin. The perfect spy, Jacquelin. A lethal weapon, Summer… What if their abilities were chosen by fate? What if they had planned that way?" Bruce took off his glasses, nervous. "If I am right… What they actually want is reunited the six together."
"Yeah, but that's not possibly." Clint interrupted him. "Not all of them are loyal to the project, not everyone would cooperate with the mission."
"You're right." Bruce shook off his head the strange sense of feeling there was something he was missing. Judith Strauss was sitting in the couch of the room with her eyes closed, she wasn't sleeping but felt better ignoring all the theories about her big brother –she stilled believing Aaron was, in fact, a good man. "Wait." He said, after a few minutes. "What if there's a number seven?" Clint made a made, hoping he was wrong –six problems were enough for them right now. "They can choose the ability, right? What if Hydra gave it the empathy? The power of copying?" He paused, and then added as afterthought. "The last work of Strauss, the ultimate experiment."
"I hope you're wrong, Banner." Clint said, horrified. "Because if it's true… We have a bigger problem over there." He sighed. "How we know if they had created another one?"
"I'm afraid is going to be more complicated than searching for missing people." Bruce clicked his tongue. "The new experiment doesn't have to be alive."
"Summer was the first test." Alex interrupted them, looking aghast. "They have to test it in another person before." Clint nodded, agreeing with her.
"Summer didn't die by accident." The arched said, moving his eyes to Judith, who was shocked, her eyes showed her devastation at that moment. It wasn't an accident, she told to herself, processing all the information; she held back her tears, someone had planned her dead for its purpose. It had to pay for it, for all that pain. "Hydra had to make sure Aaron would cooperate, that's why they chose Summer."
"Who knew Summer was going to be there?"
"Just us." Judith answered the question of Bruce instantly. "Aaron, Winifred and me, there wasn't anyone else."
[RESIDENCE FOR THE VETERANS]
"Strauss." Karen had opened the door, it was the time. "We have to go now, I'm sorry." Summer nodded, closing slowly the book and stood up quickly. The agent was waiting patiently –but her face denoted she couldn't risk the security of her protected, not for much longer. They had to go now.
"Will you come tomorrow?" Margaret asked, lighting up her eyes excited for the idea. "Please." Summer stared at Karen, searching for her permission. The agent smiled, tenderly, and nodded.
"Yeah, sure, tomorrow." Her lips curled into a smile, happy to have a plan for the next day. "See you tomorrow then, Margaret."
"Oh." The old woman interrupted her, and Summer turned back to see her before leaving. "Call me Peggy."
~The next day~
[MIDTOWN HIGH SCHOOL]
Peter was taken his books from his locker when his spider sense detected an alarming danger, but he turned back to face whatever it was… He saw Winifred Strauss coming directly to him, stepping the distance between them quickly. "Hey, Parker." The girl saluted him, with a big smile on her face –her locker was the next one to his. "Ready for biology?" She glanced out at him, raising her eyebrows. "What? Did you see a ghost or something?"
"Ammm… No… I just—I mean… You look… Different." The girl had dyed her hair red and got a haircut –her long hair now was really short, and that wasn't the only difference he could find. It was something else. Her style, it had changed –a red tank top, skinny black jeans and a maroon boots distanced from the clothes she used to wear weeks ago. He seemed more… confident.
"Different in a good way?" Winifred asked, smiling bigger. "I hope so, Parker, or you'll have problems." She joked, but he swallowed his own saliva… Worried. Something was pretty wrong –his spider sense had prevented him about the threat, but what was that? Why she was a threat? Yeah, she had changed her look but stilled being a normal student. Or maybe not. "See you later." He nodded, saying goodbye with a head-movement. "Oh, wait." Winifred turned around to see him, her smile stilled there, in her lips –but it had changed, the lovely smiled had been replaced by a hair-raising one. "Tell Riley we have to meet pretty soon…" She paused and then added. "Like this afternoon? Yeah, ammm… At four o'clock, okay?"
"I don't know how Riley is." He said, pretending to be ignorant. Winifred giggled, faking every movement. "There's no Riley at our class, Strauss."
"I'm sure you know how she is, Parker. I'm not that stupid, okay?" She leaned her head to the left, biting her lower lip. "She knows where, don't worry about that." She clicked her tongue, disgusted. "Will you tell her?"
"Maybe." He responded, trying not to seem intimidate. Winifred laughed, at this time she sounded mad –mixed with evil.
"Maybe? Maybe, Parker?" She took a step back, smiling. "Hey, Gwen didn't came today, right? I wonder what happened to her."
"Don't you dare to touch her!" He treated her but the girl giggled instead of being afraid.
"Too late, spider man." She shouted the words with repugnance, raising her voice with anger but also excitement for seeing him breaking inside –damn, she loved hurting people like that, ripping their hearts, painfully; looking how they suffer in silent, worried and scared for what will happen to their beloved ones. "Gwen for her. That's the deal."
[SUMMER'S APARTMENT]
When she had opened the door, Steve was there with his hand raising ready to ring the bell. "Crap." Summer rolled her eyes –she had totally forgotten the "date" with him, but clearly Steve did remembered. Karen was waiting outside the building –she could hear her singing in a loud voice her favorite song (I'm a bitch, I'm a lover by Alanis Morisette –Summer couldn't believe someone could sing that song with the same enthusiasm as Karen did), ready for leaving.
"We usually say hello, but crap it's good." Steve furrowed. "Are you okay?" He asked, worried; Summer nodded, biting her lower lip. "Oh, I brought you something."
"Flowers." She said when he had shown them, looking horrified by the idea. "Flowers." Summer repeated, this time trying to look thankful but failed miserably. "They—They're nice. Thanks." She took them, quickly.
"You don't like them." Summer smiled, saying sorry with her eyes.
"Yeah, amm… I think I'm not the flower type." She made a face, clicking her tongue. "But I appreciate the detail anyway." Summer avoided his eyes, looking behind him –she could see Karen singing even louder, totally lost herself at the song. "Aammmm… I'm really sorry but—ammm—something had happened and I have to go."
"Oh… Okay." He said, disappointed –his eyes turned sad, distant; Steve really wished for that class, for having more time with her. "I can go back tomorrow." He proposed, hoping for a yes. Summer sighed, a weary sound.
"I don't know…" She took a step forward and closed the door behind her in a hurry. "I'm very busy at these days." The girl went downstairs, followed by Steve who stopped her before she could jump into the car.
"Are you avoiding me?" Summer shook her head. Karen stared at them, confused but also worried –asking Summer if everything was going well or if she needed something, the Strauss moved her head to indicate Karen everything was okay. She just needed a moment to clear the things. "I'd been rejected too many times to know if someone is not interested in me."
"It's not—It's not that, okay?" She murmured –hoping Karen wasn't capable of listen them. "I need more time and, for better, more training."
"Training?" Steve asked, confused and a little bit irritated. "Are you going to train with 'Tasha? Is that the reason why are you leaving?"
"No!" She swore, nervously. "Another type of training…" Steve didn't understand a thing, Summer could see it. "Just trust me, okay?" Steve sighed, lowering his eyes –what he was doing? Nothing could ever happen between them, what he was expecting then? "This won't take me more than a couple of hours… Would you wait if I ask you?"
"Go ahead, ask me." He said, instantly. She sighed, not expecting it. Summer half-closed her eyes.
"Would you do me the favor to wait for me, Mister Rogers?" She said, crossing her arms on the defensive.
"I would, Miss Strauss." Steve responded, copying her tone. "Also you can call me Steve."
"I'll think about it, Rogers." He smiled. "Ring the bell, Sully is at the apartment… He'll open you the door."
"Nice." Suddenly, the idea of waiting for her wasn't as good as it sounded at the beginning. Summer giggled, jumping into the car.
After seeing TWS, I have to add the scene between Summer and Peggy 3 hope you like it as much as I loved it!