“Oh yeah? Were there specifics? Did you leave him with plenty of caffeine?” Summer glances up from her laptop, grinning. “Or is this him doing that thing where he’s afraid he’ll screw it up if he tries to … make his friends be friends?”
Clint was bit embarrassed how over eager he must have sounded like. “Sorry, so I’ll just need to talk to Loki then. Guess I should get it over with. Where can he usually be found? In the tower Or somewhere else?” He was nervous about talking to him and wondered if they would get along but he was still Loki in the end. Clint was looking forward to it and afraid at the same time, he just couldn’t help it.
“He’ll probably find you.” She pats his hand. “Did you have anything you wanted to ask me, since all the things I expected you to know you don’t?”
“Okay I’ll wait for that and then go find him myself if he doesn’t.” Clint agrees and offers casual smile having calmed down. “In truth I don’t know what to ask. I don’t know what’s different here. Actually I know nearly nothing about you either even though I have stayed here for a few days already. You don’t have to give a life story or anything but I would like to get to know you.”
“Mine’s probably a more simple story than most anyway,” she confesses. Comparatively, her life’s been quite easy. “The first thing you should know is that I’m an empath. I was born that way. I’m not like, oh, Professor X, but neither am I just weak. There’s more to it — it’s not so simple as that, but it’s — ” She twists a hand in the air, failing at words. “I was born in the south, and I came up here after 9/11, to help. I do work with SHIELD, as a search-and-rescue contractor. Um … what else? I’ve a twin sister, though we don’t look alike.”