Biography | Quentin Beck

Monday, September 12th, 1981

School had already ended but the two boys remained in the building. The science lab to be more exact. Tony was working on something for Robotics while Quentin was working on his own personal project. Even for being friends the two weren't talking, they were way too focused. Well, until they needed something.

"Can I use the wrench?" Tony held his hand out.

"Sure, can I use that screwdriver?" Quentin replied while handing it to him and Tony went ahead and tossed him the tool.

"How's your progress so far?"

"It's decent I guess. I mean I've been working on this for a few years now you know. It's nowhere close to done."

"Do you need some help?"

"That'd be nice and I appreciate the offer but I really want to do this on my own," He leaned closer and began to screw in some nails. "Just wanna prove my family wrong, yknow? Show it's much more then just fire fuel."

"Don't worry I understand," Tony fixed up some bolts on his homework. "Your dad was a dick anyways."

"So is yours."

"I know."

Quentin switched out the screwdriver for a hammer before getting a glance at Tony's face and he playfully rolled his eyes with a smirk before leaning back into his work.

"You forgot to pull down your safety goggles."

"Did I?"

"I can see them on your forehead so yeah I'd think so."

"Whoops," Tony went ahead and pulled them over his eyes and adjusting them before continuing his work. "Thanks for the reminder."

"No problem, Tones." Quentin replied while leaning side to side to see how it looked at all angles. He let out a frustrated groan and grabbed some wire pilers to adjust the wires in the correct area. His safety gloves slightly squeaking as he worked. Tony wasn't wearing gloves which was explained by the quick 'yelp!' as one of his wires shocked him but he just kept going. He was used to it anyways, a quick suck and it was good as new.

An hour and a half later Tony had finished his project for class and Quentin, well, he was nowhere close to finishing his but he had made some decent process. He packed it up and slid it neatly into his locker. Tony had already packed his and now was just waiting patiently. 

With a gentle slam of the locker they were off. Out of the building making small talk before sitting down in Tony's car. Quentin resumed his self therapy of relaxing his head just a bit outside the window and letting the wind flow through his hair. Tony had to of course focus on the road but he did manage to grab a few pictures for the scrapbook. The vibes were quite chill.

The two friends made their way to the room, one sitting down at the desk and the other collapsing on the bed, exhausted. Quentin you could call a workaholic, immediately he was off to study lines or catch up on homework. Tony wasn't into all of that, he just wanted to nap as he let out a relaxed sigh. Quentin rolled the chair back a tad before spinning his direction with a chuckle.

"You look comfortable." He spun back and picked up the pencil to begin writing.

"I am." Tony replied with a relaxed tone.

"Did you finish your homework?"

"I'll do it later."

"You said that yesterday, Tones."

"Well later hasn't come yet so I'll do it later."

"Well alright, cause I'm not doing it again for you."

"Yeah, yeah," He sat up and groaned while reaching for his backpack. "I know."

Quentin knew Tony pretty well. His tone was off so he put the pencil down and turned to face him to give him his full attention. "What's on your mind?"

"What?"

"Tones we've been friends for awhile, I can tell when something is bothering you."

"Oh, uh," He unzipped his backpack and pulled the papers out along with a dull pencil. "I was thinking of showing my dad my project was all." He wrote his name and the date before freezing and looking up at Quentin. "Do you think I should?"

Quentin didn't quite know how to respond. He knew Tony was always self conscious about  stuff like this but if Stark thought it through and even considered the thought he supposed it was worth a shot. "I mean, it's entirely your call."

"No offense but that kind of doesn't help."

"Oh I'm sorry,"

"Don't apologize just, I need a second vote okay? Yes or no."

"I guess yes?"

"Okay," He picked up the pencil again and began to work on the blanks before pausing again. "By the way, whatever happens I don't want you to think you're at blame because you voted yes, okay?"

"It might be a little difficult to not feel a little guilty if it doesn't go well but, okay. I'll try to not blame myself." He turned back to the desk and continued on with his work.

"Thanks Q-Tip, you're a good friend." 

It felt like a spear had just went through Quentin's heart. His face starting to turn red before he grabbed an old water bottle and took a few drinks. He felt terrible. Being a great friend was a compliment but it hurt, it hurt bad. Why hadn't he just given up yet?

"Thanks Tones, you're a- great friend too."

"I know." Tony smirked.

Quentin chuckled, at least his friend was back to his old, cocky self. He set the bottle down and leaned left to read a few lines before leaning right to scribble down a few more answers.

"I'll uh- do it while you're at rehearsals." Tony said somewhat under his breath but Quentin heard it.

"Are you sure? You don't want me to be present?"

"Not in that way, it's just, we're not family, you know? If I'm going to talk with my father I kind of want it to be just me and him, does that make sense?" He paused before adding. "Hopefully it's not offensive.."

"It's not offensive," Quentin reassured. "I understand, maybe you can tell me about it when you pick me up?"

"Oh absolutely. I'm not going to keep it to myself or anything- I just want to be alone when I do it. You dig?"

"I dig."

"Cool," Tony looked down at his paper and sighed. "Got one page done."

"Yippee! Keep going!"

Tony let out a soft laugh before working on the other page. "I don't know what I did to deserve you, Q-Tip."

"I don't know what I did to deserve you either, Tones."

The rest of the day was spent catching up on homework and small talk. Of course and also helping Quentin practice for his next show. Overall it was a chill day with some tight tension here and there about personal subjects about each other's family but overall it was pretty chill.