Entries tagged with [character] quinn barton

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A Hotel of Two Tales

The decrepit-looking hotel near a waterfall in Colombia was a case of the facade not quite matching the interior. Early 20th century grandeur fought against years of disuse and nature's reclamation. While the first floor retained some of it's moldy and waterlogged appearance, it was a deception to keep the local guerillas uninterested in the goings on inside the building. With late night experiments leading to flashing lights in some of the windows, the locals, gun-toting or not, spoke about the old hotel as a haunted location.

The head of that nest was counting on interlopers of the goody-two-shoe variety. Though the planned team wasn't the ones in blue and white. Either way, Huntress 19 had called in assistance from extra nests.

Current Mood: indescribable

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Not Slipping Through Her Fingers Again ((Wild Pack))

Nika knew she should have waited for her sister to return. Lisa should be the one to handle this mission, but she was still out with a smaller team. She was en route, but Nika didn't think it would be fast enough. Once mercenaries like the Wild Pack got a lead on HYDRA, they tended to disappear into the grass. And one of the images in the file she received made the Symkarian determined to not let them disappear on her.

She called in all her people still in base. She put out a notification for Hana to come in. She wanted as much fire power as she could muster quickly. Then she went down into the armory to find her more powerful guns. They were locked away and only she and Lisa had access. She pulled out the cases and headed toward one of mother's old Swans she had given to them.

Nika hoped the team assembled quickly. She wanted this nest of HYDRA before they went to ground.

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Reality Bites (Tina)

Quinn sat in his room at the Symkarian Embassy, going over the particulars of his situation after his recent discussion with Tina. She was right. He needed to clear his name but he didn't know where to start. If he went to SHIELD and told them everything, they'd ask questions he couldn't answer. How did the Dutchess die? Why did he run? What relationship did they have?

The answers to those questions wouldn't land well on him.

He needed to talk it over with Nika and see what she had to say but she was busy. He'd catch up with her later. He flipped through the channels on the television, looking for something to watch. Wait a second...

He'd flipped past E! but something drew him back. He went back to the channel and blinked as he saw Tina on the television.

"No way." he said, turning up the sound.

Yep. That was her voice. She didn't mention a TV show when they last talked.

He picked up his phone and dialed her number.

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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.

Current Mood: relaxed

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To me, my Wild Packians. Wild Packers? Wild Packspeople?

Team exercises were going to be an interesting affair considering one the newest team members fugitive status from SHIELD. However, having all of the Americas as their duty area meant Nika could get somethings done outside of the U.S.A. Which is how she worked a team training exercise at the Kaibil School, in Poptún, Guatemala.

The Kaibil had the most prestigious, vigorous, arduous military courses in Central America. It took some talking to get her team in to use the facilities, but Nika managed it. It also helped she set up a couple side missions to be handled by Fin and Lisa for this trip to be profitable.

At the moment, Nika stood in the prisoner of war camp replica with her newest Wild Pack members. They were in the middle of a jungle and the camp looked abandoned.

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Returning Home (Tina)

(This post takes place after this post and this post)

Quinn returned home after working with Nika to find his targets and set his gear case and luggage next to the door as he came in, then put the flowers down on the end table near the couch. The house still smelled the same, though he wished it was taco night. Grumpy looked at him from the couch and promptly turned her nose away from him; she seemed to remember that he was persona non grata around these parts and Quinn sighed. Well, the cat hadn't ever really liked him so he couldn't be too upset about that.

Did Tina still feel the same way? That was the real question.

Quinn moved through the house slowly, but cautiously, wanting to make sure that it was empty before he got comfortable. He was still a little on edge after his mission and wanted to make sure that they weren't going to get ambushed the moment they stepped inside. He moved about the house silently, checking the kitchen, the rooms and finally the back patio. A look at the clock told him that Tina would be home any minute now and that he probably had some explaining to do when she got here. He didn't see the note he'd left her on the counter, so maybe she'd read it already. He could only hope she was ready to talk.

He took off his coat and washed his hands, then set about looking in the refrigerator for something to make for dinner.

Current Mood: mellow

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They're Checking Out Your Savoir Faire ((Open to Quinn))

Nika sat in a small cafe with her text book open on the small table in front of her. She had a cup of something that at least did not taste like tar. The place she was in was slightly rustic, but it was at least not dilapidated. She did not have to worry about a ceiling beam try to crush like she had 24 hours ago.

She had her back to a wall and occasionally glanced toward the either the kitchen or the front door. She sipped her not-tar as she waited.