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“Right, and you want to sleep with me?” He says slowly as he sits on the end of his bed a bit confused by the girl, “Wait, small side thought, how exactly did you get in?” He raises an eyebrow.

“I know people,” she murmurs. “I very much want to sleep with you.” Her gaze sweeps him up and down, from tidy loafers to curly hair, admiring all the way.

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iamthefirechild:

killerinthesky:

iamthefirechild:

killerinthesky:

iamthefirechild:

You don’t even know me. And it’s not — I — do you even trust anybody?

Exactly, I don’t know you, so why would I trust you?

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I don’t see how that is relevant to this situation.

It’s that automatic assumption that, that I’m a threat. To you. To yo—to him. /Everything’s/ a threat to you. 

You know what I can’t stand? Someone who acts like they know me after a few minutes’ conversation. Tony knows that. I got pissed at him for doing the same thing more than once.

Now I truly do owe you an apology. I shouldn’t be using my gift without telling people. *sighs* I’m an empath, Mr Stark. So in a sense, yes, I do know you after a few minutes’ conversation.

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No you don’t. I don’t care what kind of special power you have, you do not know me.

Ow. Can you please — your anger is so /loud/. Why are you so /angry/?

Summer and Tony

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iamthefirechild:

Her eyebrows did a little lift-and-lower dance of confusion. “I’m sorry, are we back to the heavy stuff? Yes, alright, I was being sarcastic; I can look into your heart so of course I trust you.” She rolled her eyes at him and turned around. Sotto voce, she added, “It’s not like you’re actually going to be interested in me anyway. Not that way.”

Tony gave her a curious look but didn’t press her further. Instead, watched her as she took in all the apartment had to offer aesthetically. “Hmph,” he chuckled under his breath and shook his head. “And what would make you so sure? You say you know my reputation, shouldn’t you believe I’m interested in everyone,” he smirked.

Her shoulders slumped, head tilting downward. “I’m not everyone. I’m sure because I know myself. I know what I look like, what I act like. I’m not attractive, not pretty. Too short, too skinny, mouth too wide, hair too long, tongue too sharp.” It spilled out like popping a water balloon.