Biography | Quentin Beck

Friday, May 1st, 1985

A/N I'm sorry for that. I'm not sure what happened... the app started glitching and I couldn't get back in for a little while. Anyways, if anything weird happens let me know, enjoy the next chapter :3 
                  -TVA.

"Q-Tip!" The twe̶n̶t̶y̶-̶-̶  fifteen year old shouted while holding up two envelopes. 

His friend, the sixteen year old, was startled by the sudden outburst and dropped the book he was reading. "What?"

"Our letters from MIT are here!"

"What?!"

"Yeah!"

"Did we get in?!"

"I don't know! That's why I came up here! So we could open them together!!" Tony walked further into his bedroom rather than standing in the doorway. He closed the door behind him and sat next to his friend at the desk. Taking a deep breath and handing him his letter.

"One moment," Quentin reached over to grab his medicine while Arya jumped up on the desk and sat on the Stark's shoulder. Tony gave her a little pet as Beck swallowed his pill and turned back. "Okay," He gulped as he took the letter from his hand.

"You ready?"

"No.."

"Quen, you're just as talented as me. You got this." Tony gave him a supportive shoulder bump and it surprisingly worked. 

"Okay, I'm ready.."

"Attaboy. We'll open it on the count of three alright?" Quentin nodded and Tony started counting. "One," Boy he was nervous, his leg anxiously bouncing. "Two," Even grinding his teeth he was, if he didn't make it he was sure he couldn't live it down. "Three!" It was now or never. The two boys ripped into their envelopes and pulled the letter out.

Dear Quentin,

On behalf of the Admissions Committee, it is my pleasure to offer you admission to the MIT Class of 1985. You were identified as one of the most talented and promising students in one of MIT's most competitive applicant pools ever. Your commitment to personal excellence makes you stand out as someone who will thrive within our academic environment as well as contribute to our diverse community. At MIT, you join kindred spirits: scholars, builders, entrepreneurs, and humanitarians. We believe that you and MIT are very well matched for each other.

Quentin let out a sigh of relief as he fell back into the chair he was sitting in, letting his arm fall to his side with his letter. He looked over at Tony who was pretty neutral while reading his. He couldn't tell if it was a good thing or a bad thing but he decided to wait until Tony was done.

"I got in."

"I knew you would.. you were like- the smartest kid in our school!"

"Yeah, yeah- what about you?"

"Oh- I did!"

"See! Told you we had nothing to worry about."

"Should we do something to celebrate??"

"Hmm," Tony leaned back in his chair. He folded his letter into a paper airplane and threw it across the room before crossing his arms and shrugging his shoulders. "I dunno, do you have any ideas?"

"We could go for a drive maybe?"

"Where would we go?"

"Oh um- the diner maybe? I mean- if we're gonna be leaving for college and all we should say goodbye to this place, you know?"