Biography | Quentin Beck

Thursday, February 6th, 2009

06:00 AM. Month One.

"Drive safe okay?"

"Q-Tip it's not even a day. I'm just gonna show everyone how to blow up stuff the right away, alright?"

"I know, I know but you know how I am.."

"Yeah, I do." He gave him a gentle pat on the back before getting into his car. "I'll see you later." Before Quentin could get another word in Tony was rolling up his window and ready to go. His personal driver, Happy Hogan went ahead and got in his car along with Pepper. Quentin waved bye as he drove off with the other car following behind him, leaving the mansion to Quentin for the time being.

Unfortunately he couldn't enjoy it for right now since he had work. So he walked back into the mansion and prepared a plan in his head. First he'd shower and shave, next he'd get dressed, third he'd treat himself to a breakfast sandwich on his way to work and finally he'd well- work.

After taking a nice warm steamy shower Quentin stepped out and dried himself off. He fixed up his hair in the mirror and began to shave his facial hair. Tony had been growing his out but Quentin wasn't a huge fan of how it felt on his face. He wasn't clean shaved, he kept it a stubble. After his hygiene was done he got dressed.

Sitting in his car and setting his drink in the cup holder he was ready for a quick stop. It was a slow and quiet morning so he put on some calm music before driving down the road to a fast food joint to get a quick breakfast sandwich. He paid the worker and took the bag and drove off. Now it was time for work. Yay.

07:00 AM.

He parked the car and crumbled up his wrapper and grabbed his cup before heading inside. Tony was obviously the talk first thing when he entered. Some interviewers even trying to stop him to ask questions in which Quentin politely declined and headed up to his office. He was honestly surprised at how chaotic it was for being this early in the morning.

Quentin unlocked his computer and opened his email, he was also in charge of answering questions and requests while Tony wasn't available and boy was there a lot. He took a drink of coffee and sighed before cracking his fingers and starting to sort through them one by one. Email after email, paper after paper. It felt never ending. Oh well, better to get it over with.

01:30 PM. 

Finally being able to take a little break Quentin laid down on one of his couches and closed his eyes. It was nice and quiet. The air conditioning spewed out some soft wind from the vent above him. All seemed to be calm. Tony would be back later and they'd hang maybe. Like old times. Right?

His phone buzzed in his pocket causing him to open his eyes with a grumble. He snagged it out of his pants and turned it over. Rhodey was calling him? Wonder what for. Confused, he answered anyways.

"Hey James, something wrong?"

"Is Tony with you?"

"What?"

"Is Stark with you."

"No? He left for Afghanistan this morning to give his presentation. Why?"

"...Quentin there was an explosion."

"..What?" Beck sat up now. This seemed serious. "What.. what do you mean.."

"Tony was riding back with a bunch of soldiers and there was an explosion. He's missing."

Quentin froze. He didn't respond to Rhodey's constant calls of trying to get him to answer. Instead he hung up and dropped his phone. Tony was missing? For how long?? 

Instantly he rushed over to his computer, knocking over his coffee but he didn't care. He searched for answers and a couple articles that were posted a few minutes ago proved that Rhodey wasn't lying. Some of them read that he had died but no. Not Tony. Not that easily.

Quentin pushed his chair back and grabbed his drink before rushing down the stairs. Voicemail. Come on Stark! Another voicemail. Dangit! 

He tried calling Pepper, maybe she was with him and his phone was dead. He let out a sigh of relief when she answered.

"Pep! Is Tony with you??"

His celebration was cut when he heard sniffles from her end.

"...He isn't is he."

"We found blood and some of his clothing on the path back."

"...Are- are you sure it's his?? Maybe it's a soldier's or- or-"

"All the soldiers seemed to die instantly in their spots."

"No- no he's not dead."

"Quentin, I know you two were close but-"

"No!" He swung open the building doors and ran to his car. "Not Tony. Not that easily. He may be missing but he's alive."

"Quentin."

"I'll prove it." He hung up on the ginger and buckled up and drove out of his spot. Hang in there Tony.. Quentin wouldn't give up until he was brought back. Alive.