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[ BACKDATED: 3RD JULY 2013 ] [ LOCATION: STARK INDUSTRIES, MANHATTAN ] @rescue-49​

          "...it works for limited periods - the capacitance needs some attention but you have more experience in that area. I figured we could grab some lunch and brainstorm---" Quentin's voice trails off as his hands fiddle with a series of miniature clamps, relinquishing the fragile edges of the thick frame of the prototype to let it rest against a protective layer on the worksurface. "...sure, I understand. It's my fault, I forgot no one's here tomorrow. Don't worry about it, I'll figure it out." Removing his headset to prop it against the VOIP system, the young engineer expels a sigh of resignation while pushing himself across the space, the wheels of his chair squeaking beneath his weight as he almost spins out of control, sneakers promptly halting his transition ( a motion out of pure habit ) as he draws towards the opposing workbench to finalise a progress-report he had been maintaining.

                    Blue eyes lift towards an adjacent clock, taking in the time with a groan ( how did it suddenly get so late? ), his hands withdrawing from the keyboard in consideration to leave for the evening. It had been a considerably quiet day given how a number of his colleagues were finalising plans for 4th July celebrations, opting to slack off a little while the developer restlessly maintained his ardent focus to meet a personally imposed deadline. The issue with the initial iteration of the glasses prototype’s ability to hold its electrical charge was the priority on his current growing list of concerns, the developer unable to entertain the idea of making plans of his own unless making a form of progress. Lightly scratching at his chin, his brow creases as he notices the fine hairs growing through, noting to himself that he needed to shave considering how he hated the prospect of growing facial hair ( it always seemed to come through patchy ).

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[ EVENT: WAKANDAN SPACE PROGRAMME LAUNCH ] [ LOCATION: WAKANDAN EMBASSY ]

          Morbid curiosity and scepticism had drawn Quentin to the venue. While he likes a good show-and-tell  session as much as the next person, 'prototype'  be damned - spare him the need to overly gloat on an achievement that has yet to provide tangible results outside the realm of the conceptualisation and development stages of R&D. Armed with a plethora of probing questions Beck had prepared beforehand for Shuri, the engineer finds his focus waylaid with the abrupt interruption by the antagonistic kid - the brunet has very little interest ( read: none ) in the plights of mutantkind but a smirk twitches into place as the developer amusedly appreciates the youngster’s direct nature--- But the mood drastically shifts as the Dora Milaje's approach sees her solidified in her tracks, sheer blood-curdling panic descending over the crowd as the guard shatters into numerous fragments, steely eyes widening as the sudden gravity of the situation dawns on the man ( this city and its fucking super-freaks ).

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          Another dead end. Leaning back in his chair with a dissatisfied huff, Quentin tosses his napkin onto the table, frustration pervasively weaving its way through his train of thought as his company prematurely departs - the reaction garners a few glances from the adjacent patrons within the plush and airy restaurant ( the polite clearing of a throat here, the stilling of cutlery there--- ). The engineer didn’t care, fingertips brought up to his tie to tug and loosen the knot which felt intrinsically too tight ( a choke-hold ), reasoning that he could relax enough to take off his suit jacket too. It had been Beck’s hope that he could branch out beyond his connections with HYDRA, on the lookout for opportunities that could be mutually beneficial. Instead, all he has is this starter-salad with far too much kale in it ( god, he hated this diet ). Pouring himself some water, blue eyes linger on the stem of the glass deep in thought, fingertips slowly rotating it.

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[ @rescue-49 - continued from x and x ]

          Quentin feels incredibly awkward within the seemingly prolonged moments in which Miss Potts shuffles through the paperwork, the junior developer unsure of what to do with his hands as he patiently waits for her to gather herself - settling on slipping one of them into his pocket as the other grapples with a tablet, he notes the use of the strong ( albeit somewhat archaic ) means of locking mechanism for the filing cabinet. While varied parts of the building had heightened multifaceted levels of security, sometimes old fashioned techniques were more effective to keep back prying eyes.

                    The thought slips away as she addresses him, a few careful steps taken forwards as the young man readies himself, an apologetic tone drifting across despite not being at fault in this situation. “No no, it’s alright...” A smile tugs at his lips with the strawberry blonde’s joke - while Beck considers offering one in return, their bond is still tentative so he initially opts against it. Letting the CEO take the lead of their journey, he enquires. “Do you have a preference of where to go..?”

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[ x ] “Think about it. If you died, would anyone care? Would they really care? Yeah, maybe they’d cry for a day, but let’s be honest. No one would give a shit.”  “I’m not a man, Quentin, I have no desire for legacy or status,” Rescue hovers nearby with her weapons on standby, ”I don’t care if they remember me, because I live in the present unlike you who’s spent the last few years harping over the same damn thing.” @rescue-49​

          Enveloped in the grey layers of his undersuit and standing atop cold concrete, the engineer peers upwards, a manic grin present from behind the transparent visor ( Beck was hoping Pepper would make an appearance ). The area is plunged into absolute darkness, wisps of green smoke casting ominous shadows. “𝕋𝕙𝕖𝕪 𝕤𝕒𝕪 𝕓𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕕 𝕒𝕞𝕓𝕚𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟 𝕚𝕤 𝕞𝕒𝕟’𝕤 𝕘𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕥𝕖𝕤𝕥 𝕕𝕠𝕨𝕟𝕗𝕒𝕝𝕝.” The voice echoes despite the villain’s relative position, the outline of a figure looming in the distance. “𝕎𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕚𝕥 𝕝𝕚𝕗𝕖 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙𝕠𝕦𝕥 𝕒 𝕘𝕠𝕒𝕝?”

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‘ don’t give me a hand. ’

HOZIER SENTENCE STARTERS

          ( was— was that sarcasm? ). Initial confusion gives way to an air of embarrassment, the outer edges of his ears inadvertently burning as the young engineer’s extended palm indecisively wavers for a moment before withdrawing entirely. Blue eyes dart about the scene, curiously peering over at the strawberry blonde as she gathers a number of items from the sleek desk within her office. The pair were supposed to be having a working lunch, a small window of time in which they could grab a bite to eat while going over figures and estimated projections ( as well as discuss how a large sum of funding had been miraculously allocated to his project… ).

                    Quentin’s fairly certain he saw the word CONFIDENTIAL boldly emblazoned on one of the files, cautiously keeping his distance as he restlessly fights back an inquisitive nature to take a prolonged peek— Mildly clearing his throat, Beck finally speaks up. “If now’s a bad time, I don’t mind rescheduling..?”

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❝ i came here to get some peace. ❞

BASTILLE “ VS. ” LYRIC STARTERS

         "Sorry, I’ve been told I can have the worst timing.“ Any trace of humour rapidly dissipates from Quentin’s voice as the developer takes a step back, affording the woman a brief reprieve as his concerned gaze flits back towards the closed balcony door - peering through the panes of glass, a number of employees frantically pace within the office, damage control kicked into high gear as the untoward news rapidly spreads. A cloudy plume escapes from his lips, lingering in the cool morning air as fingertips grapple with the rustling article from the Bugle, unsure of the level of its accuracy considering the lack of coherent detail he was able to elicit from fellow colleagues beyond blind panic.

                    The fact that the engineer had had to read about the network failure in the tabloid on the way to work felt oddly archaic, but even his Starkphone was as useless as a glorified brick. “Miss Potts…” Beck tries again, swallowing down an indignant lump at the base of his throat, ramifications building at the back of his mind and bringing with them a wave of heightened nausea. “Every line of code, every schematic, every research paper on neurological pathways— it’s all on the Stark Network. The team…” Anxiety broils within the pit of his stomach, the brunet rapidly dispensing with the formality of thinking of the group, opting to focus on himself. “I can’t work under these conditions. I have zero access and, quite frankly, I’m terrified that it’s all gone.”

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19: What is your character’s biggest relationship flaw? Has this flaw destroyed relationships for them before?

Character Development Questions: Hard Mode 

          The Beck from, say, five years ago isn’t the same person as the present day version. While he finds it easy to engage with people on a surface level and have amicable conversations, having a broad range of casual acquaintances at his fingertips isn’t the same as close and meaningful relationships. Unfortunately he’s hardened as a person and finds it very difficult to let others in as past experience has (apparently) taught him that people aren’t what they appear to be (ironically). He holds onto that thought closely and it influences his present day behaviour with others - he would rather opt to keep a safe distance with people to avoid unwanted disappointment… but at the same time, it means that his core group of figures that he deems trustworthy has dwindled down to just a handful.

                    Whether platonic or romantic, Quentin has the innate ability of mis-reading things when it comes to relationships - while he can be incredibly open-minded with creative aspects of his work, he’ll often get extremely absorbed by his own personal narrative and perception of things when it comes to people. When confronted with an unexpected shift in dynamic in a relationship or if things are perceived as not going ‘his way’, he’s quick to over-react. His arrogance means that he’ll often see himself as the victim despite that not necessarily being the other person’s intention, and will lash out disproportionately as a result. A number of important relationships have suffered because of this and he isn’t the kind of person to retract what’s said, so ties tend to be severed for good.