Lady, I had enough telepathy for a life time. No one is doing that with me. And it’s a side effect of an injury.
*softly* Those memories still hurt. I’m sorry. I thought perhaps you might be able to trust Abby. It’s okay. How if I shoot the apple from your head?
I am not trusting anyone with my head. And I am not trusting anyone to shoot at me.
Don’t trust anything much, do you? I’m going to take your hand and shake it now. I’m Summer. It’s good to meet you nevertheless, Clint Barton.