“That’ll be all, JARVIS.”
Tony took all the information in, storing it away. He focused, though, on the fact that SHIELD had her listed as a mutant. ”An empath, huh? Makes sense…” he murmured, referring to how she’d helped him earlier. “Cool,” he said genuinely interested.
Having no real powers of his own, unless one counted his intelligence, he was immensely interested in those who did. “Is it terribly impolite to ask you about that? Or, well, maybe I should let you have your chance to find out about me to even things up.”
“I don’t mind,” Summer responded, shaking her head. “Most people are scared of me when they find out. They figure it’s like telepathy, that I can know everything. Is the Mongolian place much farther? My stomach is starting to make unhappy noises.” She fished a stray strand of hair out of her mouth where the wind had blown in, watching him drive.
“I can see people mistaking the two… It’s unfortunate, but most people are not all that well informed. We’re close now, yeah. Few more minutes away,” he said, noting the lack of traffic on the road. “Anything in particular you wanted to know about me?” He asked, prodding a little.
She tipped her head to the side, considering him. “You let me just jump into the middle of your life and rummage around. You said you liked that I’m honest, but when I tell the truth about myself, you correct me — and you believe it.” Her expression fell into pensive lines. “Why?”
“Because I don’t believe it. I guess. I see you from another angle. I’m sorry if that bothers you, I… I’m used to that happening with me too… You get this idea you just know is true about yourself, and then someone says something else and it can be frustrating. But that’s… I don’t know; that’s how I see you, so I’m going to say something if I feel you need corrected.” He pulled up in front of an older-looking building and removed the key. But he remained seated, looking over at her.
Summer watched him watching her, trying to decide if the tension was just her imagination or something else. She didn’t want to use her empathy on him, not even to listen, not right now. There had been enough of that already tonight. She kept having to pull her eyes away from his mouth.
“What are you thinking?” she asked softly.