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philanthropistplayboybillionaire:
“It’s a mutation. I’m sure you’ve worked with the X-Men before. In short, I was born this way.” Summer gave a twisted smirk. “That’s not all I can do.” Lightly, she projected friendliness at him, then changed it to terror, then dropped the projection altogether in favour of calling a little flame into her cupped hands. “Still curious?”
“Yeah. I did a little wor-” Cut short, the strangest feeling of comfortable ease washed over him, only to be quickly replaced with inexplicable terror. It crawled icily down his spine, but disappeared soon after, as if it never happened. His eyes fell to her cupped hands where she held a small flame. “That’s…impressive,” the scientist said simply. Tony’s brown eyes studied her carefully. “Curious? Why don’t you tell me if I am?” He arched an eyebrow with a cocky smirk.
“Oh, sure, you are, but that does take all the fun out of it.” Her smile nearly matched his. “Very detached curiosity, that. Like I’m a specimen. I don’t think I like that.” Summer’s green eyes held more than a hint of challenge now. “You’ve seen all my flashy tricks, Mr Stark. Anything else you’d like to see?”
A self-obsessed smirk tugged at the corner of the billionaire’s mouth. “What exactly are you implying?” He stared at her with an equally as challenging gleam in his eyes.
“Oh, anything you like. Ask me anything. I know you’re still curious.” Confidently, she stepped within arms’ reach. “Should I be challenging you to take a picture now, Mr Stark?”