Biography | Quentin Beck

Tuesday, March 4th, 2002

It had been twelve years since the tragic death of Howard and Maria Stark. Were things better? Well, surprisingly no. Ever since the death of his parents Tony had been... different. A few weeks after the incident Tony was transferred all of his father's money. He had also stepped in to take over the company with Stane by his side.

He made Quentin move out of the apartment with him into a whole mansion at the edge of a cliff of the Pacific Ocean at Point Dume. Jarvis ran the house mostly and Tony would lay around and drink. He'd even go out without saying that he was leaving which was hard for a number of reasons since Quentin had anxiety and they both shared the car. He was even ignoring Arya and Quentin was doing his best to care for her. It was stressful.

Right now Quentin was in his bedroom working on his project but he was having trouble focusing from all the... noises, happening upstairs. He groaned in frustration. Tony must be drunk again with another girl that he brought back from a bar. Quentin put up with it for the first couple months since he knew losing family would affect Tony heavily, but twelve years? He didn't have the same attitude.

Still, he kept it to himself and just continued working. He could hear the bed creaking and even the shuffling happening on the mattress. Maybe he wasn't mad about it... maybe he was jealous. Oh yeah, the future illusionist was still suffering with his never going to work crush.

Quentin drummed his fingers on the technology in an annoyed way. He couldn't drown out the constant sounds of arousal happening above him. Arya seemed like she didn't want any part of it either as she was hanging out with Beck at the moment. Some nights he would just wish for Tony to pass out from drinking just for some quiet.. or maybe even spend time with him once in awhile..

He thought back to when they were kids. How they'd do everything together and be each others support. Well now that made him sound controlling and selfish. Obviously Tony didn't have to rely on him and all that jazz but he did at least want to still hang out. Maybe he was overthinking again.

Even if it had been twelve years, his parents died. The ones that brought him into the world and raised him. That is a tough loss. Even though Quentin's family hated each other he was sure that he would even be sad if he was told his parents died randomly as well. It was just human instincts or a curse of empathy. His emotions were still strong and would sometimes burst but luckily Beck had been able to control it for the most part.

He did snap at Tony for teasing him with a tool he was working on and he wouldn't forget the look he was given. He apologized a million times and let him keep it too but after that Tony did give it back, but he left the room after. Hopefully he still wasn't mad about that. To avoid something like that from happening again Quentin had written a journal. Instead of screaming with words he would scream on paper. It was nothing brutal or hurtful, it was just about how he felt.

After what seemed like hours of sparking wires, banging heads on desks and frustration that wouldn't go away, he finally heard Tony's door squeak open and footsteps walking down the stairs. It was finally over. At least that is what he thought. The sound of Jarvis turning on in Quentin's area proved otherwise. Uh oh.

"Excuse me, Mr. Beck, are you busy?"

"Not really I guess, what's up?"

"It would appear Mr. Stark requires your assistance. Again."

"What happened now?"

"He's a bit stuck to his bed."

Quentin sighed as he pushed his chair out from the desk and began to walk in the direction towards Tony's room. He didn't know how much longer he could live like this, but, he sucked it up. His footsteps walking down the hall and up the stairs, you could hear a heaviness to them. When Quentin has turned the corner to the hallway of Tony's section.. well it was a sight.

"Hey buddy," His drunk friend hiccuped. "Mind helpin' me out?"

Tony's hands were cuffed above his head, his shirt off and the key to his release out of his reach in front of him on the mattress. Quentin was feeling a lot of feelings right now. Second Hand Embarrassment, worry, anger, lust and probably others he couldn't detect right now. He internally rolled his eyes and sighed before walking into the bedroom to free his friend.

"She robbed me, Quen," Tony whined. "She took my wallet."

"That really sucks.. maybe you should stop hooking up with strangers?"

"Or," The Stark sat up. "I could borrow money from you."

"What??"

"Oh come on," He whined. "I'll pay you back," Quentin unlocked the handcuffs and Tony pulled his hands out. He leaned closer to his friend and flashed his puppy dog eyes. "Please?"

Quentin practically slapped himself in his mind before reaching into his back pocket to grab his wallet. "Yay," Tony celebrated. "Thanks Becky Beck."

"No problem.. just- please be more careful."

"I will." He lied.

Quentin nodded his head and handed him a fifty he had been saving before turning around and leaving, listening to Tony's drunk giggling. He made his way back down the stairs and into his room, collapsing face first onto his mattress. He wanted to scream. Was it going to be like this the whole time? He really hoped not.