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We might want to sort this out. (Quinn)

A few months had passed since Tina's boyfriend decided to confess to not being who he had said he was while simultaneously insisting that his feelings (and their relationship) were real. She had decided to go on vacation, then came back to New York for a bit, then decided that going back to the villa in Tuscany just would be uncomfortable and awkward. Steve-Quinn was welcome to stay as long as he wanted, though. She was mad, not going to make someone homeless.

She'd simmered down considerably, though, and decided to attempt to figure out where things were with them. She had no expectations, though she was pretty sure no Italian hookers had been involved. She left a message with Steve-Quinn asking him to meet her at a restaurant in New York. She knew he was in the city. She'd checked the customs computers.

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"It's like that in the, uh, profession. It didn't help that I put a beatdown on his crew before hand. One the guys was really butthurt that broke his arm. And his nose." Quinn said.

She called him Steve.

"I thought about you the whole time, though. Does that help?"

She sighed.

"No, that doesn't really help. It's sweet, but it doesn't help. I'm glad you're out though. With all of your body parts and hopefully no communicable diseases."

"No, no diseases. I'm in good shape." Quinn said.

"So...do you /want/ to get back together? Because I want to."

"I do, but I'm still really wary. You actively lied to me for a long time and while I know that you see it only as lying about your name, the reality is is that there were a lot of things fundamental about you that you weren't forthright about. Like your profession. But I also realize I can't really hold that against you, all things being considered."

Quinn nodded.

"You're right. I did lie to you for a long time. Whether it was lying by omission or just outright dishonesty, that's what it was. I didn't tell you the truth about who I was to protect you but I was protecting myself first and foremost." he said.

"When we met, I'd been through a lot of really bad things. My mother went missing in action during a mission for SHIELD and my dad didn't take it well. And then...I was involved in the death of a diplomat that I haven't solved. In fact, if SHIELD found me right now, I'd be in another prison cell until I can get it figured out."

Quinn shifted nervously.

"I wanted to be someone that didn't have those problems because being me, in a word, sucked. I was going to go and turn myself in and then I met this beautiful, smart woman playing darts in a bar in London. I had to get to know her.

She said she was leaving for Italy the following morning and I...I just wanted to know more about her. So I went."

"You met Tina Winston. You didn't exactly meet who you thought you did."

Tina looked down at her coffee.

"I am the biggest hypocrite in the world."

Blink.

"Wait, what?"

Quinn looked at Tina with mild shock and a tad bit of annoyance.

"Hold on. You've been made at me for months because you didn't know my real name...and you never even told me /your/ real name?"

Quinn took a deep breath.

"You know what? Screw it. I'm not going to be mad. That would be hypocritical."

"Christina Winston is, in fact my real name. Part of it. The full legal deal is Christina Grace Winston Frost."

And she waited for him to connect the dots.

Quinn was actually a very good spy, which is why he kicked himself mentally for not figuring it out sooner. But now that he saw her...

"Your mother is Emma Frost? As in...the businesswoman and corporate shark? You're kidding, right? Please say you're kidding." Quinn said.

"I'm not. Your face right now is precisely why I moved to Europe, ditched my surname, and decided to do my own thing for awhile."

"I'm sorry. That was mean. I just talked about how I didn't want to be me and I gave you grief over your name." Quinn said.

"Is there anything else I need to know?"

"I'm a mutant. My primary skill is that I can jack pretty much anything tech or electrical, which is why my computer runs so well. I have some childhood friends with questionable morals because rich kids."

"I'm a mutant, too. Three of my five senses are superhuman. I'm not proud of it because reasons." Quinn said.

"Both of my parents are Avengers."

"You mentioned that. So I went through every possible database and sniffed you out. I had no idea SHIELD kept such precise measurements on people."

"That's...a little creepy. Not gonna lie."

"Well it's not exactly meant to be warm and fuzzy. I'm a human network interface. It's a little special."

"So what comes next? Do you want to go on a date with me? I'm Quinn. I like tacos, Italian food and I'm good with my hands in case your sink needs fixing." he said.

"You don't like Italian food. You like spaghetti and that's pretty much it. Which is kind of sad considering we lived in Italy," she reminds him. "Yeah. I'll go on a date or two with you, see how it plays out."

"Spaghetti is Italian. It counts." he said.

"Where do you want to go?"

"Oh planning this date thing is your responsibility, sir. You're on your own for this."

"Hey, wait a second! How can I do something you like if I don't know what you want?" Quinn asked.

"Give me a clue?"

"If you don't have some clue of what I like after living with me for almost a year then I don't know that even God could help you."

"Don't worry. I've got a some ideas. Tomorrow night, seven o'clock." he said.

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