Biography | Quentin Beck

Tuesday, March 13th, 2023

Well everything was going normally so far. Quentin was cooking breakfast and tossing a few pieces of bacon to Laces as he was grooving to a song on the radio. That of course came to a fast halt when the Beagle started barking. 

"Laces what is it?" The man asked while turning around, pan still in hand. That didn't last very long when he realized what was going on. Crash was the sound of the metal cooking equipment hitting the floor as Beck's mouth hung open.

It couldn't be...

"...William?" He spoke softly.

The man looked around confused, not sure how he had got there until he faced Quentin with a smile. Soon after everyone else who blipped started appearing as well. He couldn't believe it. The man sprinted across the floors and took his crew into one big hug. Tears starting to leak out of his eyes but for once they were joyful.

"Oh my God I missed you guys so much!"

The seven reunited and talked about what had happened these past few years. Gutes tried his best to explain to Quentin what it felt like with the occasional few butting in to confirm or deny. Janice told him about their time in the Soul Stone which to be fair, Quentin was quite confused about but he tried his best to understand. 

"So now we're back." William replied.

"Wow," Quentin paused. "That was a lot to take in but," He pulled them into another hug. "I'm so glad you guys are okay."

"We're glad to be back." Victoria said.

Things were finally going to go back to normal. Finally after all of those negative emotions. It was finally going to be over.

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Safe to say that they partied hard as a celebration. Partied late as well. It was currently past midnight and Quentin was just now cleaning up. He tossed the dirty dishes in the sink and put the leftovers in the fridge before sitting down on the couch. He was a little down because now that the people who had blipped has come back.. he had to return Laces to his original owner.

To take his mind off of it he turned the TV on to get a few quick laughs from whatever comedy show would be streaming at the moment. He laid down and used the couch's headboard as a pillow and crossed his arms over his chest.  He let out a few giggles but didn't realize that his foot changed the channel to the news.

'Whoops,' He thought to himself. Quentin thought nothing of it. He'd just change the channel back to what he was watching and drift off to sleep.. right? Wrong. As his finger hovered over the button his mood changed as the lady spoke.

"Some devastating news has been confirmed today."

"Devastating news..?" Quentin repeated quietly. 

"The world's favorite Avenger, Iron Man along with the man under the mask, Tony Stark, have been reported dead an hour ago."

At first Quentin rolled his eyes and scoffed but his face dropped. Tony was... dead? Tony Stark?? Thee Tony Stark? ...Dead?

The lady kept yapping but it seemed like the world was frozen for Quentin as he blankly stared at the screen. No.. this was some sick joke. Tony couldn't be dead. He couldn't be. God dammit why was he so upset!

Stark did this to him. Stark was the reason he was here! ....So why was he crying? The remote slipped out of his fingers and hit the floor. The man didn't move and in fact... he was devastated. 

Anger and sadness fought for control of his mind as tears leaked out of his eyes and ran down his face. This couldn't be real. He HAD to be asleep. This HAD to be a bad dream. His breakdown got worse as he started to repeatedly hit himself in the sides of his head. NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO.

He couldn't stop. It was like he was trapped in his mind. Pained screams clawing at his throat trying to escape his mouth but he didn't let them. A few whimpers did however make it outside. Everything hurt. His chest hurt from how fast his heart was beating. He was giving himself a headache but he just couldn't stop.

It was like he was stuck. Doomed to keep hitting himself as his sobs grew louder and louder. This sucked. He couldn't even figure out why he was so upset. Stark left him so why did he care? As hard of a pill it was to swallow... he did care. He always cared.

That little side of him always cared. He might of snarled and gagged when seeing his name or image in the paper but he also knew deep down that he was so happy and proud for how far Tony had come from when he was eleven. It hurt, so badly.. because he knew that Stark probably hadn't thought about him once... but Quentin thought about him daily.

It was unhealthy and torture but he couldn't stop. He tried to stop. He did everything he could to stop but nothing worked. Nothing is working... and now he was dead. Gone. He was gone for years but now he was ridded of the world and Quentin would never see him again. He'd never get to tell him sorry. Never get to smell his expensive cologne.

Never get to tell him how he felt. How handsome he was. How Quentin had been in love with him for years. How happy Tony had made him. He'd never get to reveal it to him.

Now...

He was the only one standing.. and he hated it. When he asked for revenge this wasn't what he wanted. He didn't want Tony dead no matter how many times he had thought he did. All he wanted was his best friend back...