Biography | Quentin Beck

Tuesday, August 10th, 2024

Quentin really did feel awful about traumatizing his crew. They cared for him and he cared for them. I guess the man hadn't gotten over Stark as he thought he did. He laid in the hospital bed feeling guilty as memories from the past ate at him. Memories like Shanice introducing him to Macha, but not just any Macha.... Cold-Brew Macha.

Quentin was a coffee guy but he never thought he'd be a tea guy until he took that first sip. Now, when he needs something non alcoholic he settles on a Macha. Although, he still was a caffeine addict. Seriously though, he got what he wanted.. so why was he feeling so bad? Maybe it was his heart trying to pump the innocence back into him.. or maybe it was side effects from his medication. 

Perhaps it was his old friend guilt where he wish he could go back and change his attitude towards people who made it possible for him to get off the street. How they were gathered around one of the tables building a miniature city set to better help planning. How Doug was an amazing painter and Gutes an amazing architect. He wishes he could apologize but there was no way for him to. Now he was alone again..

-~-

Quentin sighed as he spun around in his chair. He had called a meeting with the crew to make sure everybody was on the same page. However, he wasn't really paying attention as he was overstimulated. All the travelling and planning... it was exhausting. In fact he was so out of it that he didn't hear the calls of his name.

"Beck." One crewmate had spoke but the soldier just kept spinning.

"Beck!" Another shouted and this time he had heard it. Although, it startled him. The man's frightened reaction put too much weight on one side that he tipped over the chair and fell. Perhaps he should of been paying attention.

"Sorry! Sorry," He replied while using the table for support as he stood up. "I'm here." Carefully he stood his chair back up and sat down. "What was the question again?"

"We were trying to see if you were okay with the slight change to the plan." William answered.

"What's the change?" Quentin asked while slipping a pen into his mouth to chew on. He had to find a way to entertain himself after all.

"Instead of taking the train to Berlin we all think a plane will be easier. Many halts can stop a vehicle is all. A plane can soar."

"Uh," Mysterio thought, his teeth grinding against the plastic until he just must of taken it too far and the pen exploded. Blue Ink pouring into his mouth causing him to cough. "Fuck!" He exclaimed, using his sleeve to wipe it. It looked like he had just devoured a Smurf. The crew just waited patiently. 

"Yeah, that'll work fine. Just make sure you pack everything." He responded while drinking water to get rid of the taste. 

"You got it boss."

A good hour must of  passed and boring stuff out of the way, Beck was getting pretty into it as he stood up on the table for an announcement. What he didn't expect however was for a cup of coffee to be his downfall. Literally. He slipped and tumbled off the table to the floor, almost breaking his arm in the process. That was enough of a meeting for today. At least everyone got their points across.

-~-

It was a calm day as Quentin was on the floor. They were awaiting Fury to call to further discuss a location. All was quiet except for the buzzing coming from some of the technology. Everyone else was paying attention but Beck. That can't be good.

"Did you guys know I can do the Macarena?" He asked.

"Beck-" One of his crewmates tried to warn.

"Watch, watch." The man began to do the iconic dance while humming the lyrics. Swaying his hips and everything else as his crewmates just watched in fear.

"Tada!" The silence was loud. "...What's wrong? Why is everyone staring?? I did it correctly what the fuck-"

"Beck." William said.

"Yeah?" Quentin responded.

"We're live with Fury.." Janice confirmed.

The fear in Quentin's eyes would never be unforgettable as he quickly cleared his throat and switched to a more serious position. "Fury-" He tried to sound serious as his crew tried to hold in their laughter in the background. That was a memory nobody would forget.

-~-

The villain was in here for another week. He was recovering fast but with no visitors it was depressing. He missed Laces even though he wasn't his dog. He missed a lot of things.. The taste for victory was the only thing he had to look forward to... he guessed.