"Wh--" Summer started to protest, to protest the way he said her name like it meant something, that frown on his face, to point out that it was dumb and a waste of time, anyway, but...well...then she was being kissed, with emphasis, and, boy, did that just take the protest right out of her. She melted into it, a little encouraged by her exhaustion and relief to just let herself get caught up in it, hand curling at Stark's chest with a handful of that awful shirt he was still wearing.