Gage drove them home, using one of the cars borrowed from S.H.I.E.L.D. Quinn had her arms crossed in the passenger seat,TJ in the back, twirling a knife restlessly. Quinn spoke quietly. "We should be there." Gage sighed. "You need rest, actual rest. Food, sleep, shower. It's been a long damn day." "I know and right now our dad is fucking dying and were what? Gonna sit on our asses at home while he's fighting for his life?" Gage gave her a look, almost glaring as he pulled into the garage. "You know it's not like that." TJ got out when they parked, going straight for the gym. Leaving Quinn and Gage alone. Gage looked over at her. "You know it's not like that. What if he is in a coma? Are you gonna stay at the hospital for the rest of your life?" She grumbled. She hated that he was right. "Maybe." He rolled his eyes with a weak smile. "I know you'd try but you can't let your life stop. It might feel like the world is ending but it's not gonna stop spinning because something happens. You still have school." She grumbled, getting out. "Don't remind me." He got out, stopping her from walking away , holding her hand. "Hey..." She turned, her eyes watery. What?" He kissed her head, bringing her closer, wrapping her up protectively. "It's gonna be ok." Her lip trembled, starting to cry into his chest.

He held her close as she cried. Once she calmed, he titled her head up to look at him. It broke his heart seeing her so hurt, her eyes watery. She then leaned up on her tip-toes, kissing him softly. He kissed back,gently,holding her close. She opened her mouth to him, letting him deepen the kiss. He moaned softly, kissing her deeply, wanting to comfort her however he can. Soon the kiss turned hungry and filthy as Quinn brought her arms around his shoulders, gripping his hair. Rubbing up against his hardened member. He gasped out, starting to kiss her neck as he turned her against the car, kissing her neck, working her shirt off. She bit her lip, helping, reaching underneath his own shirt. He breathed out, taking the hint, taking his shirt off. She paused, seeing his stitched up shoulder, gently reaching up to it. He held her waist, being careful of the graze. "We don't have to do anything.."Quinn smirked softly. Kissing his chest, his shoulder, starting to kneel down. He bit his lip. She spoke. "I want to do a lot..." She started to unbuckle his pants as he put his hands on the car, leaning over, putting his weight on his hands as she released his achingly hard member from his pants. She licked the tip, gently taking the head in. he moaned out softly. She started to get bolder, taking him deeper, relaxing her mouth. He moaned, a hand in her hair. "ooh..Quinn..." She moaned, sucking him, swirling her tongue. He felt movement from her, looking down, seeing her pants undone and feeling herself, moaning. He groaned, trembling. She was gonna be the death of him.

She started bobbing her head faster as she felt herself. He could hear how slick she was, the smell of her was intoxicating. He groaned, pulling away, lifting her up and bending her over the car's hood, quickly thrusting in two fingers. She moaned out, loudly. "Ahh...Gage...more..." He moaned, thrusting his fingers harder into her. He moaned, going harder. He could feel her tense, readying for orgasm. He kissed her neck, going at a brutal pace. She moaned and gripped anywhere on the car she could before gasping out. "Ahh...Gage...mmmoh God..." He groaned, feeling her walls tighten around is fingers, her juices leaking out of her. He knelled down, licking them up, suckling on her entrance and clit. She squeaked and moaned, gripping the car. "Oh fuck...gage...Shit...thats..good..." He smirked, moaning as he ate her out, licking up every drop he could. He moaned, reaching down and stroking himself. She was on the brink of a second orgasm. She whined, whimpering. "OhGod...Shit.. ahh..Gage.." He moaned, her juices leaking out. He groaned, licking up every drop as he came hard across the floor.

They both panted. Coming down from the high. Gage stood, putting himself away before helping her. She felt limp but relaxed in his arms. She smiled, obviously still woozy from there fun time. She smirked. "Hey handsome, come here often?" Gage smirked, kissing her head. "Yeah, I just did." He picked her up, bridal style, taking her over to the couch. It took her a moment before she grinned. "Oh your awful." He sat her down on he couch. "I'll be back, just gotta clean up our mess." She giggled, snuggling against the blankets, pulling her jeans back to where they should be. "You mean your mess?" He blushed but smirked, walking back over. "Just rest princess."

He walked back over, getting his shirt, putting it on and getting her bra and shirt. He started to make his way over then nearly ran when he saw her frowning, her eyes filled with tears. He put his arm around her. "Princess? What's wrong?" She sniffled, staring at the ground. "My dad's dying...and I'm here fooling around. Does that seem right to you?" The guilt was eating at her. Her heart was still at the hospital. He kissed her head. "Your a Stark. It's in your genes to take out your worries and fear into sex. Or lab work. If your a genius." "Which I am." He chuckled weakly. "And modest to." She smirked weakly before leaning against him, wiping a stray tear away. "I still feel awful." He wrapped his arms around her. "I know. Just sleep. Clint will call us if anything changes, you know that." She nodded, already half way to sleep.

In the gym TJ was pounding at a punching bag. The poor thing was nearly ripping at the seams with each punch. He felt so angry, at everything. At Natasha for going off the deep end, taking him and Clint, making his family worry and now for very nearly killing his dad. He remembered a time he used to call her Aunt Tasha. He was mad at Quinn and Gage because he knew what they would be doing in the lab and it made him so pissed off. There dad was dying and they have the nerve to fool around? And worst, he was mad at his dad. For not killing her when he had the chance, letting there mom get held hostage and got himself stabbed. He felt tears going down his face but he ignored them. He growled, throwing one last strong punch, making the punching bag break, unloading sand over the floor. He paused a second, unexpected that. Then a strangled sob escaped his mouth then another before he was full blown crying, breaking down in the sand.

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