Biography | Quentin Beck

[Snow] - Thursday, December 22nd, 1976

Surprisingly, Tony was the one to appear at the other's doorstep. Quentin didn't even have time to make it down the stairs before he saw the twelve-year-old standing on his property. Not only that, but snow covered the ground, and that was enough to really wake the thirteen-year-old up. The young Beck practically slid down his stairs. He didn't even go for breakfast, just straight to the front door to greet his friend.

"What are you doing here this early?" Quentin asked, his eyes focused on the sled and huge bag the young Stark was pulling around.

"It's a snow day!" Tony shouted, leaning against the sled like he was hot shit, "I was never allowed to play in it since it would be childish. That changes today. I went ahead and bought a bunch of different activities for us to try! You in?"

"Obviously I'm in," Quentin grinned, "I'm proud of you by the way, I know this is hard for you." The older boy smiled, "So, what type of activities did you have in store?"

Tony smiled at Quentin's remark before clearing his throat and opening up the bag, "Well sledding is the most obvious, but, I also bought us some ice skates! Uh, that's kind of it... the rest is full of snacks."

"Ice skates?" The shorter one asked, "I didn't even give you my size... did you guess?"

"I already know your size, Q-Tip, you didn't have to tell me."

Quentin gave Tony a look, forgetting just how much those two knew about each other before chucking, "Alright, let me get dressed."

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The two treaded along the snow covered path and up the tallest hill in their area. Neither of them had ever been sledding, so the following could either go really well, or regrettable. The two boys were dressed head to toe in warm, comfortable clothing... just as anyone would be with such weather. Quentin usually didn't fear physical things... such as the ocean and heights, but when they reached the top of the hill, he did start to reconsider on agreeing to the tallest piece of land.

"Uh... Tony, are you sure about this?" The older boy shivered as he looked over the edge.

"Have I ever steered you wrong?" The young Stark replied, "It'll be fun, Q-Tip, trust me!"

"I'm not doubting that... just- shouldn't we start small and make our way up?"

"No way! Where's the fun in that? The best plan is to always dive head first into the deep end. At least... that's what my dad taught me." 

Quentin took another peek over the land, his heart still beating twice as fast at all the possible things they could crash into, however, Tony was always right when it came to asking that question... he truly hadn't steered him wrong before. So, the blue-eyed boy sighed before walking over to the young celebrity. Crossing his arms in an attempt to warm his hands up further.

Tony finished pushing the vehicle to the very edge, going ahead and helping himself by jumping in the front and signaling Quentin over. Beck took a final gulp before carefully stepping aboard the S.B. Express. The young celebrity cocked an eyebrow as he turned ever so slightly to face his friend.

"Are you really that nervous?" Tony asked with a hint of concern in his tone.

"Huh? Why ask me that?" Quentin questioned. 

"Because you're squeezing my waist as if your life depended on it." 

Quentin became visibly embarrassed at that. He didn't even notice, what a brutal reality check as he quickly loosened up his grip with a nervous laugh. "Sorry... I guess I am. I've never done this before, yknow?"

Tony thought for a bit, trying to find a clever way to solve the problem. He did have one solution. "You know what Stane says to me?"

"No, what?"