“I cheat.” She laid a fingertip to her temple, eyes dancing. “I know the things no one else knows. The things you can’t admit to yourself.” Summer shook her head again. “Let’s don’t do that, though. I don’t want to rummage in your head.”
“Oh.” Tony furrowed his brows. “I wasn’t expecting that. Are you related to Charles Xavier by any chance? Because that would make so fucking much sense.”
“No.” It was quiet, flat, and final. “We share a similar gift, and that is all. I do not know him, I do not fall under his jurisdiction, and I am not that much like him.”