“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.”
The tone of the woman’s didn’t go unnoticed by Tony, which made him raise his eyebrows in surprise, though the man couldn’t contain the smirk that was forming across his lips. “Looks like I touched a sensitive topic. Didn’t mean to offend you,” he said, half serious. ”But to me, it seemed logical.”
“In any case, what are you exactly? A bad experience that went wrong? A mutant? An alien?”
“Why do you want to know?” Summer folded her arms, watching Tony. “I’m a lot of things. I don’t go in a box. I have a mutant ability, I do magic, I work with computers, I play games. I might be an alien. Alien to you.”