Biography | Quentin Beck

Monday, December 19th, 2023

Quentin needed a break. Something to clear his head and get him thinking straight. His solution was sitting on a park bench with a bottle of scotch. Staring at the lake which was quite a pretty sight. Wind rustling through the trees and some light duck quacks along with his breathing was all he could seem to hear. 

He was far from the playground so thankfully children annoying him wasn't an option. He looked down at the bottle tipping it side to side to hear the liquid swishing around inside. He hadn't even been here for fifteen minutes and he had already drank more than half. It made him frown seeing what he had become. How could he pick himself up from this? 

He was so lost in thought he didn't notice the person who had walked up to sit next to him.

 "Beautiful view, isn't it?" A familiar voice spoke but it hadn't clicked for the man yet as he blindly responded. 

"Yeah, it is." 

 "You look tired there Quen." ...Quen? That brought Beck out of his mind and looked beside him. No way. He furrowed his eyebrows in habit and shifted away from his ex friend. Why the fuck was Tony Stark here. 

 "Why are you here." 

 "You could say it's fate." Stark said in an attempt of a joke. It didn't cool Quentin's rage. 

 "I don't really want to see you right now." Quentin hissed.  "Not ever the more I think of it actually." 

 "That's why I planned on leaving after coming here to say what I wanted." What was it now. Humiliation? Laughing at his failure and how he couldn't do anything without the billionaire? Making fun of his lack of shower and decent appearance? Quentin prepared himself, holding all his anger inside waiting for the jabs Stark was going to make. 

 "I'm sorry." 

 "..What?" Beck responded, caught off guard. 

 "I said I'm sorry." 

 "Yeah right." 

 "No, I really am. I wanted to invite you back with a name change of your work and more." 

 "I'm not falling for it." 

 "You just have to do one thing first." 

 Of course. There was always a catch. Quentin growled, balling his hands into fists. "What." He snapped. 

 "Wake up." What? 

 "Quentin wake up." 

 -~- 

 The man jerked awake at the touch of one of his female crewmates. It was Janice and she looked quite concerned. She was trying to say something to him but his hearing was fuzzy and his vision spotted. He shook his head a bit, hair an absolute mess and the ringing in his ears ceased. 

 "Sorry what did you say?" He asked honestly, now noticing the drool that had dripped out of his mouth as he wiped it away with his sleeve. 

 "I asked if you were okay. After yesterday's work late party you passed out on your work table. Doug moved you to here." His face turned a shade of red, how embarrassing. 

"Uh- yeah.. I'm fine." 

 "Well I'm glad to hear that." Her voice gentle before sitting up straight and backing off his mattress. "Come meet us in the workshop, we want to show you something." 

 "Show me what?" She didn't answer, just shot him a small, warm smile before leaving, closing his door behind her. If it wasn't obvious, over these past few years his crew had helped him construct the broken down building into something more nice. He wasn't just sleeping on a matrass on the floor anymore, in fact he had a full on bedroom. They had even helped him fix the plumbing so that he could shower. It was quite alright really, because it was a broken down building and nobody knew they were there they didn't have to pay rent. 

Working with talented and smart people was worth it. After his daily schedule he walked down the hall and into the workshop. The lights were off and the work in progress projects were covered with a sheet which struck Quentin as odd. 

"Hello?" He called out, flipping a light switch to adjust his eyes to the brightness. 

 "Surprise!" They all jumped out from behind the tables. He wouldn't lie that it startled him as he almost fell backwards before catching himself. 

"Happy birthday!" It was his birthday? He stared at everyone. His lip curving upwards into a small smile. He hadn't remembered the last time his day of birth was celebrated. Stark had forgot it year after year while Beck had always dropped off a gift in his office or bedroom when it was his. In fact the only birthday he didn't stick around for was the one back in 2011. 

 "Aw shucks," He blurted out without thinking. "Thanks gang." Quentin walked over to take the sheet off of his project before his hand had been slapped which he opened his mouth in shock.

 "You have a busy day today, no work." William said. 

 "But-" 

 "No buts." Victoria responded. Quentin tried to protest about how he was so close to finishing it but none of his members would let him even work for ten minutes. He was shoved to his car with a forced note pushed into his hand before they closed his door. He would of opened it but they stood there blocking it, trapping him inside. He groaned and rolled his eyes before following the directions they had wrote down. 

 He found himself at a doctor's office which.. he wasn't expecting. They not only gave him directions but also instructions on what to do once he got there and he couldn't help but feel sad thinking about how much this reminded him of the Scavenger Hunt Tony set up for his 13th birthday. He cleared his throat before stepping up and doing what was written. 

 "Uh- hi I'm sorry.. my name is Quentin Beck and it's my birthday today. I was told to come here by Shanice P?" He handed the staff the note which she looked over and smiled. 

 "Ah I know what you're here for. Follow me." Quentin blindly followed, not sure what to expect. 

-~-

 Finally. He finally had a diagnosis on why he felt this way. His friends had pitched together to get it for him and he couldn't be more grateful. BPD or more specifically Borderline Personality Disorder. He also was diagnosed with Autism which was something he definitally didn't see coming. 

In case the day couldn't get any better they also gave him fifty bucks to get his hair cut and after that barber visit he was feeling more like himself than he had before. Back at the workshop he awkwardly smiled as they sang Happy Birthday and brought the cake out in front of him. What did he even want to wish for? Success? He already had that. 

He didn't know what he wanted for once as everything seemed perfect. He had a stable homelife now, friends and a plan for justice. Though, those thoughts about Tony lingered in the back of his head. Did he want Tony back? He didn't want to admit it but yes, he did.. the dream he had should of told him that sooner but it didn't hit him until now. 

He stared at the candles in silence for an awful long time before closing his eyes, making his wish and blowing out the candles causing everyone to clap.