“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?”
The assassin looks relieved at not needing to explain it. “That’s mostly it I think, not sure yet. I went to sleep one night and woke up here. I have never met you before and Tony’s different, that I should know.” He ponders for a while about what to ask before coming up empty. “I don’t know what to ask to be honest. I’m not a friendly nor social being really.” He looks at her a bit awkwardly.
“Well, why don’t you sit down, and if you come up with something, I’ll be right here, and you can ask.” Summer pats the couch beside her, giving Clint an appealing look. “Tony tells me you’ve been getting very close to him,” she says, implying with her tone what kind of ‘closeness’.
“Thank you.” Clint sits down and leans back on the cushions. “Well, he’s familiar. I was very close with Tony,” he responds. “So, what’s the other me been doing, do you know?” Is he still working with SHIELD. Should I be hiding again. Those are few what he wants to ask but he does not want to reveal too much yet. “Is there a problem with me getting close to him? Has he spoken of me?” he inquires instead.
Summer shakes her head. “I honestly couldn’t tell you what Agent Barton is doing. Not only is he higher level than I am, but the stuff he does and the stuff I do doesn’t remotely overlap. The last rumour I heard put him with Agent Romanoff and the Captain, though.”
She studies him, chin in her hands. “Tony talks about everything,” she says, deliberately evasive. “He’s talked about you before, but so much has happened … I don’t mind you getting close to him, but,” she hesitates. “You do know who the other member of our little trio is, don’t you?”