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“Must not be that curious after all … I’m wounded. Oh, no, what’s this?” She arched an eyebrow. “Definitely curiosity. And a lot of anger, my my. You do a lovely poker face, Mr Stark, but I’ll give you a secret: I know what you’re feeling.”
His passive, disinterested expression never wavered. His curiosity, however, piqued even further. “That so?” He retorted with dry skepticism. Tony Stark was a man of science. Talk of ‘magic’ and mind reading and the such, he always approached from a logical standpoint, never to trust fully without first testing the theory. “And what am I feeling right now?” A dark brow arched in a clear challenge.
Summer lifted a hand between them, eyes sliding out of focus. Her voice went toneless, empty, and a little crease appeared between her brows. “You’re curious. You don’t trust me — no, it’s that you don’t believe me. But you’re intrigued yet.” A slow blink pulled her out of the trance, and she tipped her head at Tony. “I expect that’s not good enough for you. It usually isn’t.”
Still skeptical, Tony rolled his eyes. “So you’re very observant. I could pull the same stunt you just did. Doesn’t make me a mind reader, or whatever you are.” He shrugged a shoulder, a challenging look on his face.
“The word is empath.” Summer drew a deep breath. “Shall I go farther? It really doesn’t matter to me if you believe me or not. I know what I am, and that’s what’s important. Though I really have to suggest you see someone about that self-doubt problem.”
Brown eyes narrowed, the only tell of his mild unease. As a recovery, a faux bewildered expression crossed his face. “Where did you even get that from? I, never, doubt myself.” An arrogant smirk smoothed his features coolly.
“Ooooh, very good with the lies there, Mr Stark. Keep telling yourself that and one day it’ll be true again. That little voice in the back of your head that you can’t quite ignore, saying, ‘you’ll never be as good as him’. ‘You’ll never make up for those who died indirectly at your hands’. ‘I should have died so that he could live’.” Her smirk matched his almost exactly. “There are other methods of proof, if you prefer, or we can just talk about something else.”
Tony Stark listened in stunned silence, his face betraying nothing, however. He cleared his throat when the girl finished. “Neat little trick you got there,” he said snarkily. “But there are other, more interesting things, we could be talking about. Like…why are you bothering me with all of this?” She was proving to be a lot more than met the eye. Despite being thrown slightly off kilter by her, very insightful, revelation, his curiosity at her never wavered.
“Hey, you noticed me first, I think. And I don’t think it would be a good idea for me to walk away right now with your curiosity prickling at my spine. Let’s just make this easy: what do you want to know?” Summer arched an eyebrow at the genius inventor, pursing her lips. There were edges to this one, edges she could cut herself on if she wasn’t careful. But what was life without risks?