Quinn Greene had always found something so sentimental and metaphorical about moving. Packing your entire life up into cardboard boxes to somewhere completely new for a fresh start was always a stressful yet rewarding venture.

The first time she had done so was when she was moving to Washington D.C, a bundle full of nerves and excitement for her first real job after completing her studies. The second time was moving out to Berlin, the process much further dragged out than when she had moved states as this time it was countries. And now she was packing up her entire life into cardboard boxes one last time, to move back into her apartment in D.C, ready to pick up her life where she had left it, with only one crucial puzzle part missing; Steve Rogers.

Since Tony's impromptu visit to the museum, what had happened to remaining Avengers on the other side of the law hadn't left her mind once in a little over a week. The news was filled with the news that the Avengers that ended locked up at the Raft had been broken out, the whole world was fascinated with the fact that the Avengers broke up and Quinn was sick of it.

It was clear Steve Rogers had broken everyone else out and went straight into hiding without even a word of explanation leaving Quinn behind.

However, as she taped down yet another box, this one labeled with 'bed linen', Quinn's senses suddenly went haywire.

After years of staying up late and watching documentaries or reading historical textbooks under her covers with a flashlight, Quinn had trained herself to pick up even the slightest of movements, the slightest of sounds potentially signaling that one of her Dads was coming down the hall and that she needed to pretend to be asleep instantly.

But this was also one of the reasons that Quinn didn't understand her sudden spike in awareness, her Dads certainly weren't there.