Stay away from my husband.
Hey! You’re not the only person who gets to make choices about this! He was asking, and I thought, you know, thirty seconds of his time, a little attention — why don’t you even trust him?
That was more than thirty seconds.
Why don’t I trust him? Excuse you. It’s not him I don’t trust.
You don’t even know me. And it’s not — I — do you even trust anybody?
Exactly, I don’t know you, so why would I trust you?
I don’t see how that is relevant to this situation.
It’s that automatic assumption that, that I’m a threat. To you. To yo—to him. /Everything’s/ a threat to you.
You know what I can’t stand? Someone who acts like they know me after a few minutes’ conversation. Tony knows that. I got pissed at him for doing the same thing more than once.
Now I truly do owe you an apology. I shouldn’t be using my gift without telling people. *sighs* I’m an empath, Mr Stark. So in a sense, yes, I do know you after a few minutes’ conversation.