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iamthefirechild:
*amused eyes* I know. I think maybe this is more fun. How curious are you?
I’d say I’m curious enough to always get myself in trouble.~
“How about I let you try to find out what I meant, then?” She’s laughing at him, oh yes. When is Tony Stark ever confused? “I dare you, in fact.”
“A dare? Really? Are we in grade school now?” He grinned at her playfully. “I love games. Especially ones I know I can win. Which is all of them,” He finished with an air of arrogance.
“Pfft, you never got out of grade school. I know /all/ the rumours about /you/.” Summer made a beckoning gesture, grinning back. “Come on. What kind of picture records more details than the physical?”
“Ah, actually graduated MIT by nineteen.” He leveled a bored expression her way. “Everyone knows the rumors about me. Only, like, half, of those might be true.” Tony rolled his eyes in exasperation. “Okay. Riddles. I hate riddles.” He paused in thought for the space of several seconds. Finally, he shrugged one shoulder, a look of disinterest on his face. “Don’t care.”
“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.”