"Hi, Stark."

The smile on her face appreciated being such an immediate point of interest.

"And nah," she answered. "Everyone's probably out here more than anything else. Which is a good thing for the clinic, too, unless things get real crazy, but, like, it's literally falling under the First Responders umbrella; if something happened and they weren't able to handle it themselves, that'd be pretty fucking abysmal. Have you been here long?"

"I mean," Summer pointed out, "would be kind of silly to go to a barbecue and not get food. I could probably go for some right now, too. Shockingly, Apu wasn't even celebrating anything to make me totally just lose my appetite today."

Excuse you, it was pronounced Steeeeeve.

"Memorial Day, actually," said Summer, shaking her head, because even having witnessed it firsthand, she still wasn't sure she believed it. "Like a total normie! Like, not even a word about cellophane tape or old timey pianos or anything! It was bizarre."

Her head tilted slightly as a thought occurred to her. "I wonder," she mused, "if he got bit by a gremlin? Anyway, let's just go and check out what they've got together?"

It was a win for both of them, because she knew Stark would appreciate her accompanying him and also she would appreciate the tramp stamp.

"Only if you think the nurses are really that bored," Summer said, with a faint grin back and a nudge of her shoulder against Stark's before turning to head on over to get some food, taking in a deep, appreciative breath at the scent of grilled meats in the air. "Other than that, I think he'll be fine, the man's probably had about a million gremlin bites in his time here."

"I'm thinking a burger," Summer said, musing with a tilted head. "Easier to just eat with your hands, you know? Which seems a big part of the whole barbecue vibe. And you know, if he is immune, we should donate him to science, I know a gremlin venom vaccine or antidote was something that Barry was always trying to develop to, like, no avail. Have you ever been bitten? I can't remember if we've ever talked about it before..."

They'd known each other for a long time, actually, it could be easy to forget some of the smaller little details.

Summer...had to lift an eyebrow a little at that, which seemed...a bit like a non-sequitur to her, and her attention shifted over to Steve and this tattoo that apparently was more interesting to Stark than the opportunity to go fishing for her own gremlin bite stories.

His loss, though. Her gremlin bite story was fucking great.

"Do you mean Steve?" she asked, with uncertainty. "Or Steeeeve?"

Because, like, Steve already had tattoos? And, like, yeah, it was very nice to look at his tattoos, like, in a way that she would have thought Stark should not be encouraging, because my god, but if Steeeeve got a tattoo, now, that would be news. Like, stop the pressed, drop everything, she'd need to know more.

Pardon Summer for maybe looking a bit skeptical at tgat claim, what with Steve's tattoo being so distracting and all.

Still. She was willing to give him that one with a faint grin.

"Who else's tattoos have you been scoping out lately, Stark?"

Oh, no, Stark. You didn't get to double back to a missed opportunity just because the narrative pointed it out.

"Oh, no," said Summer, innocently. "I wouldn't want to distract you from appreciating Steve's tattoo, Stark."

And that's when Summer realized she may have gone just a bit too much over the edge of that thin line between giving Stark a hard time and giving Stark a bad time.

So she stopped and gave him a soft smile as she looked back at him.

"I know you do," she said, and leaned in to give him a kiss on the cheek. "Thanks, Stark."

Beat.

"Okay, now let's grab these burgers and find the best spot for noticing Steve's tattoo."

Look, just because she was at the line didn't mean she was going to stop dancing on it!

"Nope!" Summer said cheerfully. "That ship has sailed. Too late now. Should have asked before getting all distracted by hot shirtless cops' news tattoos!"