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fan_flashworks2022-03-25 04:15 pm
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Marvel Comics - fanfic - Omega Level Temptation
Title: Omega Level Temptation
Fandom: Marvel Comics (West Coast Avengers)
Characters: Quentin Quire, Kate Bishop
Length: 500 words
Rating: Teen
Warnings: Some swearing
Notes: Written forfan_flashworks challenge #366: “temptation” and getyourwordsout Yahtzee prompt: “pretentious”
Summary: Sometimes Quentin just wants to make everyone leave him alone.
Quentin deftly avoided the camera crew, ignored Kate calling his name from the kitchen, and hauled ass upstairs. He'd had a long unproductive morning and needed a break. Who the fuck's idea was it to invite the camera crew to follow the team around and ask them all intrusive personal questions on camera? Oh yeah, that was him. For a fucking genius he could sure be an idiot sometimes. In his defense, he'd been bored and it had sounded fun for about a minute. The story of his life.
Once inside his room, Quentin closed the door, locking it behind him. He wasn't in the mood to deal with anyone. He could make them leave him alone. If he wanted, he could make it so they didn't even remember him existing, let alone being on the team. It was tempting. Especially after one of Kate's particularly long lectures.
But Quentin liked being on the team and it was bad form to mess with the minds of your teammates. Not that he hadn't done it before, but he was trying to be better these days. Most days.
He tossed his keys on his dresser, slipped off his shoes, and flopped down on his bed. He had almost managed to drift off to sleep when he heard someone on the stairs.
"Quentin," called Kate.
Quentin opened his eyes and stared at the ceiling. He could make her believe that she'd already given him the lecture. It wouldn't be that big of a deal. It's wasn't like he was actually going to change his ways or something.
Kate knocked on his door. "I know you're in there Quentin."
"Go away."
"Open the door, or I'll -"
Quentin didn't let Kate finish. He used telekinesis to unlock and open the door. He drew the line at getting up though. He already knew what she was going to say.
"It was your turn to take care of breakfast this morning and you weren't even here."
"Intermittent fasting, it's all the rage these days."
"Quentin."
"Come on, you know I suck at mornings, give me something else to do, breakfast is never going to work."
"You could clean the bathrooms."
"Nope, try again."
"Quentin you're not secret royalty, slumming it here with us mere mortals. We're all part of the same team. We're all equally important."
Quentin scoffed. "That's bullshit and you know it." Quentin sat up. "I'm an Omega Level mutant and -"
Kate turned her back on him and stepped out of the doorway.
"Hey, I wasn't finished."
Kate turned around and gave him a stern look. "Bathroom duty for the next two weeks. Use your superior intellect or something. I don't care, just get it done." Kate slammed the door.
"Whatever," Quentin mumbled at the closed door. Maybe he would just make her think he did his chores, or maybe he'd make her think she'd assigned them to someone else? Or maybe he could be a fucking grown-up and do it himself. He shrugged. "Whatever."
Fandom: Marvel Comics (West Coast Avengers)
Characters: Quentin Quire, Kate Bishop
Length: 500 words
Rating: Teen
Warnings: Some swearing
Notes: Written for
fan_flashworks challenge #366: “temptation” and getyourwordsout Yahtzee prompt: “pretentious”Summary: Sometimes Quentin just wants to make everyone leave him alone.
Quentin deftly avoided the camera crew, ignored Kate calling his name from the kitchen, and hauled ass upstairs. He'd had a long unproductive morning and needed a break. Who the fuck's idea was it to invite the camera crew to follow the team around and ask them all intrusive personal questions on camera? Oh yeah, that was him. For a fucking genius he could sure be an idiot sometimes. In his defense, he'd been bored and it had sounded fun for about a minute. The story of his life.
Once inside his room, Quentin closed the door, locking it behind him. He wasn't in the mood to deal with anyone. He could make them leave him alone. If he wanted, he could make it so they didn't even remember him existing, let alone being on the team. It was tempting. Especially after one of Kate's particularly long lectures.
But Quentin liked being on the team and it was bad form to mess with the minds of your teammates. Not that he hadn't done it before, but he was trying to be better these days. Most days.
He tossed his keys on his dresser, slipped off his shoes, and flopped down on his bed. He had almost managed to drift off to sleep when he heard someone on the stairs.
"Quentin," called Kate.
Quentin opened his eyes and stared at the ceiling. He could make her believe that she'd already given him the lecture. It wouldn't be that big of a deal. It's wasn't like he was actually going to change his ways or something.
Kate knocked on his door. "I know you're in there Quentin."
"Go away."
"Open the door, or I'll -"
Quentin didn't let Kate finish. He used telekinesis to unlock and open the door. He drew the line at getting up though. He already knew what she was going to say.
"It was your turn to take care of breakfast this morning and you weren't even here."
"Intermittent fasting, it's all the rage these days."
"Quentin."
"Come on, you know I suck at mornings, give me something else to do, breakfast is never going to work."
"You could clean the bathrooms."
"Nope, try again."
"Quentin you're not secret royalty, slumming it here with us mere mortals. We're all part of the same team. We're all equally important."
Quentin scoffed. "That's bullshit and you know it." Quentin sat up. "I'm an Omega Level mutant and -"
Kate turned her back on him and stepped out of the doorway.
"Hey, I wasn't finished."
Kate turned around and gave him a stern look. "Bathroom duty for the next two weeks. Use your superior intellect or something. I don't care, just get it done." Kate slammed the door.
"Whatever," Quentin mumbled at the closed door. Maybe he would just make her think he did his chores, or maybe he'd make her think she'd assigned them to someone else? Or maybe he could be a fucking grown-up and do it himself. He shrugged. "Whatever."