Biography | Quentin Beck

Wednesday, May 13th, 2012

Quentin hummed as he swept the mansion floors and dusted the tables and other child like chores. After the events of last year the mansion was good as new. No more broken glass or holes in the walls or ceiling. Even his bedroom door had been fixed. Surprisingly, Tony seemed to be drinking less and less, only having small shots for special occasions. 

Whether it was to celebrate the company, a birthday or maybe a date with Pepper. Yep, Tony and Pepper were officially dating and oh boy did it hurt. Don't get Beck wrong, he was happy for them but he was still jealous even though he knew it would of never worked anyways. The two were currently in New York so Quentin thought this would be the perfect opportunity to try and get over this mind attaching crush. It was hard but thinking about all the stress and dangers that even knowing Iron Man brought on.. it was a tad bit easier to not want all of his life to be like that. He didn't want to depend on the man.

So he had been rehearsing a fake conversation in his head of asking Mr. Stark if he could start getting paid from here on out so that he could afford his own things. If he pulls off his project and it takes off he might even be able to sell the stuff and become his own boss. He swept one of the piles into the dustpan before walking over to dump it into the trash. By the sound of a car rolling up Tony had come home much faster than Quentin had estimated. He wasn't done making the mansion spotless but as he knows Stark didn't exactly care whether the place was clean or not.

He'd just finish up the living room anyways. The assistant didn't like to leave work unfinished so the brittles of the broom swept across the floors as the front door opened. "Welcome back Tony," Quentin spoke while he cleaned. "Didn't think I'd see you back this early." 

"Easy job was all." His friend spit out almost instantly as if it was a generated response from a computer. Tony walked past him and sped down the stairs into the workshop. Now Quentin was suspicious. He finished up in the living room before setting the broom aside and following him down. Now he knew something was up when he watched Anthony pull out a bottle of liquor and pour it sloppily into his shot glass.

"You're drinking?" Quentin asked while walking down the final step and into the room.

"Just a little. Haven't had one in a quick second." He walked closer and noticed how splashes were going everywhere due the man's hands shaking ever so slightly. Something was worrying him. Tony internally cursed when he glanced over to see that look in Quentin's eye. There was no hiding anything when you've practically known each other for over twenty years. No matter how hard you tried. 

Oh yeah, something was up. "T-"

"Want a drink?" Stark interrupted. "Maybe you can get out of your boy scout skin and step into something more adult like." He was hoping this would work. It did not and he knew it didn't when that look remained in Beck's eye along with the crossing of his arms. Quentin had also noticed how Tony wasn't showing any eye contact. Even as an asshole he'd look at people while talking to them and usually when he avoided it.. something was bothering him.

When Beck had sat down next to him Stark stood up and started to wander. "Okay so you won't drink, whatever. How about a water or a," He turned around and looked at the kitchen area. "Juice box-"

"Tones." Fuck there it was. What if he didn't answer. "What's wrong?" Double fuck with a cherry on top.

"Nothing."

"Tony." God dammit no nickname. How the hell was he going to get out of this. Should he tell the truth? Fuck no. Sooner or later his annoying denials will eventually drive Beck away and once it does he'd be off the hook, so, he lied again.

"I'm fine." He had a convincing act going. That was until one of his mechanical little friends had knocked over a glass cup causing him to flinch. Fuckfuckfuck- maybe he didn't see it?