"Can you say that again buddy?" Quentin asked the canine that sat happily at his feet. He gave two cheerful barks and the small square invention beeped on the table beside him. The man looked over and read the print that began to form.
I lloehigfuyehfhhgyt398739093038yt3ghfjnf...................
The tech began to smoke and buzz before crashing. In Quentin's panic he fanned away some of the smoke with his hand.
"Definitely needs some tweening." He admitted. "Not my best inventor moment for sure."
Laces whined softly and raised his paw.
Beck looked down at the pet to see if he recognized the body language in which he did. He smiled down at the puppy giving a quick, 'alright' before getting up from his workstation and whipping up a quick snack for his friend.
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After a few more failed attempts Quentin decided to call it quits before he would accidently burn down the building. He snatched a bottle of alcohol off one of the tables before collapsing onto the couch. Setting his feet up on the top cushions and taking a few drinks before setting the beverage down.
The man pondered as he stared at the ceiling. So much but so little was on his mind and every once in awhile Stark always managed to wedge himself into there somehow. The man furrowed his eyebrows in frustration as he tried to think of anything other than his ex boss but it just wasn't working. He figured it was maybe because getting back into inventing put him back into the Stark Industries mindset.
However, he had been doing this after he was fired as well too, with his crew so that couldn't of been it.. could it?
"Come on Quentin think." He thought to himself but he just couldn't figure out why the Stark like virus had attached themself to him. Sooner or later all his thoughts had to do with the man. Memories from his childhood had swarmed in like a group of wasps that seemed to constantly be stinging the painful cuts of reality back into him.
Make it stop, make it stop, make it stop, make it stop.
No matter how much he pleaded with himself to stop it didn't. It was most likely all the pushed down memories coming up to the surface because he couldn't hold them anymore. The worry of never hearing from Tony again made Quentin panic and he hated it. Although he was never going to see Tony again anyway because of their falling out but this was different.
He'd never admit it to anyone or even himself but Quentin felt a teeny bit of joy seeing Tony on TV or hearing his voice on the radio while he was driving from place to place.
Why did he have to complain about the name... why.
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Biography | Quentin Beck
FanfictionTRIGGER WARNING ATTEMPTED SA, ABUSE, AND TORTURE -~- Quentin Beck had a rough childhood, his dad talked more to his dead mom than him and when he did acknowledge the poor son it was only to bully him, which Beck already dealt with at school. Things...
