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“You wanted proof of my empathy. There you are,” Summer spread her hands, “irrefutable proof. Things I have told you about yourself that I should not know. You can call it a lucky guess if it will make you feel better, but that sort of lie never works well. I should know. Aught else?”
The scientist shook his head, as if no longer interested, “Nope. That’ll be all.” His seeming disinterest soon faded, however, as he asked, “How are you even able to do that? I mean, how is it that you became an ‘empath’, as you claim?”
“It’s a mutation. I’m sure you’ve worked with the X-Men before. In short, I was born this way.” Summer gave a twisted smirk. “That’s not all I can do.” Lightly, she projected friendliness at him, then changed it to terror, then dropped the projection altogether in favour of calling a little flame into her cupped hands. “Still curious?”
“Yeah. I did a little wor-” Cut short, the strangest feeling of comfortable ease washed over him, only to be quickly replaced with inexplicable terror. It crawled icily down his spine, but disappeared soon after, as if it never happened. His eyes fell to her cupped hands where she held a small flame. “That’s…impressive,” the scientist said simply. Tony’s brown eyes studied her carefully. “Curious? Why don’t you tell me if I am?” He arched an eyebrow with a cocky smirk.
“Oh, sure, you are, but that does take all the fun out of it.” Her smile nearly matched his. “Very detached curiosity, that. Like I’m a specimen. I don’t think I like that.” Summer’s green eyes held more than a hint of challenge now. “You’ve seen all my flashy tricks, Mr Stark. Anything else you’d like to see?”