Biography | Quentin Beck

[Camping] - Sunday, February 25th, 1976

When Quentin arrived home from yesterday's hangout, he couldn't stop thinking about Tony. How his personality flipped on a dime as he entered his house. It was both impressive but also quite sad that he had to juggle himself constantly, just to avoid angering someone who never seemed to be there anyway. On the bike ride back, he tried to think of another way to let Tony be himself without the burden of being a Stark. So far, he had no ideas.

The boy hadn't been home in days, and for some reason, he thought maybe it would be different when he climbed through that kitchen window. Nope, it was just the same as every other day. Elmore hadn't even looked his way, he just stayed sat with his eyes glued to the TV, beer in his hand. The house looked even worse from when Tony first came over. Probably because Quentin was the only Beck who did the cleaning.

Quentin glanced over at the wall clock, almost nine. The two boys did stay out pretty late with that remote control car... but the house needed it. So, the younger boy had sighed, grabbing the cleaning supplies from the closet and getting to work. Poor thing, he ended up asleep by midnight. 

He thought maybe he'd get to sleep in, until at least ten, considering that Tony was also out late, and he already loved to sleep. But the young Beck got quite a rude awakening from the almost timed perfectly sounds coming from his window. At first, he tried to ignore it, thinking it was some birds being stupid. But they continued, almost like the sound was... on purpose. 

Quentin groaned, dragging himself off of his mattress and stumbling his way over to the window, a rock slamming against the glass before he could open it. What the heck? He thought to himself before opening it and peeking out. He didn't know what to expect... but he didn't expect that.

"Rise and shine, Q-Tip!" Tony shouted, tossing a rock up and down in his hand before chucking it behind him. "Pack a bag for tonight and meet me down here! I know what we can do today!"

"Do you know what time it is?!" Quentin shouted, a little grumpy from the rude awakening, but that was just because he was cranky and besides, Tony didn't know he went to bed that late, so he'd do his best not to take it out on his friend.

"Not really, but, hurry up! Oh! And pack the car!" 

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Quentin yawned while he climbed out his window to make it to outside. The remote control car making his bag somewhat heavy before he walked over to Tony, who also had a bag of his own, but no sense of travel. Did he walk all this way just to see me?

"Sorry to wake you, but I didn't really want to spend my day getting arrested for trespassing," The boy joked. 

"I don't think you would. My dad doesn't care, and I invited you over. Even if my house isn't really a home, you're still welcome here, so." Quentin corrected, stretching to wake up. Thankfully, because of Tiffany, he was able to cope with this a little easier than most. "What's with the bag, by the way? Another sleepover?"

"Kind of, but not indoors!"

Quentin raised an eyebrow, obviously confused by that statement, "You mean we're going to sleep outside? What if it rains? Wait, where would we even do that? The woods? If so, then no way, do you know how dangerous-" 

"Q-Tip, Q-Tip, hang on a second before you start worrying." Tony chuckled, "We're going camping!"

"Camping? As in sleeping in a tent and stuff?" The older boy asked. He had never been camping, but he heard about it from other family or reading about it in books. "What made you want to go camping?"

Tony shrugged, "I dunno, just never had fun doing it in the past. With you, however, I think it'll be more memorable and even fun. Plus, you've probably never been, right?"