Mysterio One Shots

If Only

3rd Person

(Y/n) stood in the middle of the dimly lit room. She was wearing a knee-high navy blue dress. Her (h/c) hair was curled softly and draped over her shoulders. Quentin Beck walked behind her, she was oblivious of his presence. He was wearing a black suit with a black tie. Soft classical music was the only thing in the room that made any noise.
"Hey, honey."
He cooed softly into her ear, wrapping his arms around her waist. She stiffened slightly at the contact but then soon relaxed into his embrace.
"Hey."
(Y/n) responded softly and turned to face him. Beck slowly intertwined his hand in hers and held her waist close to his body. She smiled softly and lifted her hand to his shoulder, laying it there. (Y/n) stretched up a little and kissed his cheek. His eyes lit up slightly and he smiled before gliding his feet across the floor, hers soon following his steps. The blue fabric swayed with her movements and she laid her head onto his chest. Quentin slowed his pace down to just a small sway
"You okay?"
He asked, laying his head on hers. (Y/n) closed her eyes and hummed a response, letting out a deep exhale. He smiled, holding her close to him. The music filled the quiet room, leaving the two in their little world together. Nothing was spoken and nothing was thought of. It was just them, together, like it should be. Quentin looked down at the girl he was holding, tears pricking at his blue eyes. He stopped their dance and held her tightly. She sighed and wrapped her arms around his neck.
"It's okay Beck. I'm okay now."
(Y/n) stared up at the man with her (e/c) eyes now open. She brought her hand up to his face and wiped the stray tears that slipped down his cheeks.
"I'm so sorry.."
He said, his voice starting to crack. Beck grabbed onto the hand (Y/n) had placed on his face, staring at the floor. A somber smile appeared on her face. If only he could've been there for her. If only he didn't get mixed up with his revenge on Tony. Maybe, just maybe he could still hold her at night, listen to her laughs at his stupid jokes and impressions of people. He bit his lip as more tears fell down his face. (Y/n) kissed his cheek once more, before her body started to fade. His hand now just laid on his face. If only it wasn't just an illusion.