Warnings: Canon-typical manipulation; Beck objectively being hella’ creepy; FFH spoilers, obvs.
Imagine being Peter Parker’s older sister and Quentin Beck fixating on you.
--------- Request for me, Meg-zo the clown 🤡 ---------
You stood on the outskirts of the temporary S.H.I.E.L.D. base, or whatever they were calling it. Peter had just been taken in for debriefing after the Fire Elemental had been defeated, and you were far too protective after the fight he’d gone through to let him go alone.
Fury couldn’t care less about your presence, and you were quite glad of it. You were here for Peter, after all.
Catching a glint of metal and the glow of blue in your peripheral, you recognize the newcomer hero as he moves to stand beside you. Beck offers you a tired-looking smile, a loose strand of hair falling just above his brow and accentuating his scruffier look post-battle.
“Well, I believe congratulations are in order,” you manage to smile.
“Ah, you don’t have to,” he waves it off humbly, a slight blush to his cheeks, as if the compliment was something he wasn’t used to, “I did what anyone would do.”
“Don’t be so humble,” this guy, so good he couldn’t even take your praise! “Really, Quentin, you saved the world. But, and I know this is probably selfish, you saved Peter, and that’s what really counts to me.” He notices the way you grip your forearm, a nervousness laced in your posture, “I don’t know if you had anything like the Blip back on your earth, but we lost Peter when it happened.” You catch his eye, hoping he can see the sincerity of your gratefulness if you just looked at him hard enough, “I know he’s always gonna’ be Spiderman, but I don’t know what I’d do if I lost him again. So, thank you. I’ll never be able to repay you, but I just want you to know how grateful I am.”
He watches you in silence, a sympathetic look adorning his features and calming you. You had to admit, he made you feel safe.
“If you really want to thank me,” Beck starts, a sheepish look on his face, as if he just knew he was about to take advantage of your gratefulness and regretted it, “how about you go to dinner with me sometime... Before I have to leave for Berlin?” His eyes are hopeful, the smile upon his lips welcoming, urging you to accept.
Despite how surprised you are by his offer, you already know he doesn’t need to look so unsure of your reply.
Tucking your hair behind your ear, you accept, “I’d actually love to, Quentin.”
“That’s---” he bites back his excitement adorably, swallowing before he continues, “That’s great! It’s a date, then.”
You’re suddenly interrupted by a voice calling your name, “Hey, Mister Fury’s done with me. Ready to head back to the hotel?”
“Peter,” you smile, worry flitting across your face as you take in the scrapes and bruises that were visible around the neckline of his suit, “hey, yeah. Let’s go.” You glance quickly towards Beck, offering a hasty, “Uh, just let me know when. You have my number!”
“Yep!” Beck calls after you with a slight wave that you return.
“He has your number?” Beck hears Peter repeat in confusion as you usher your brother along and out of the base.
He watches after you, smile growing along his face into a full-on grin. He knew full well he intended to set that date as soon as he could. Beck glances back to where Fury was discussing something with Maria Hill, biting back his look of satisfaction as the illusion fades, disappearing entirely in a matter of seconds to reveal a dilapidated building rather than the high-tech secret base it once had mimicked.
A bit much, to get you involved, but Quentin was determined to get the full package deal of what he wanted out of this Mysterio façade.
After all, the hero always got the girl, right?