With a few occasional mourning breaks.. Quentin was actually making decent progress as he's almost a quarter of the way there in just two days. The flight technology was a lot harder than Quentin had thought. He was so sure that he'd be able to nail it by watching Tony all those years ago. Beck was a perfectionist so the flight tech unfortunately would not be the hardest thing.
He needed backup plans for backup plans in case certain features didn't work for certain situations. Edith had everything as Tony was always tinkering and keeping an eye on anybody else who had potential. Hell, he even found his tech. Still called BARF. It still made him mad but with Tony gone there was nothing he could do about it because even he had to admit... he didn't know what to name it either.
He wanted to add something special to the badges that held up his cape. Something that could help him if he ever needed a getaway. And even if he wasn't able to get away in time he needed something for his advantage. Something like a memory wiper that he could control with his mind. That would be downright impossible... right?
Well maybe. Quentin was clever though and he wasn't a quitter. He had some references to go off of and he knew exactly what he wanted. One of the biggest issues he'd have was testing if it worked... unless he were to just brainwash random strangers which.. could work.
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Quentin was dozing off on his hand until it slipped and his face hit the table, waking him up instantly. He didn't realize how late it was. His safety goggles lopsided over his face and his gloves stained with oil and burn marks. This was going to take way longer than he figured. Maybe he should call it a night.
The man stretched and took off his gear before walking out to his kitchen. He whipped up a quick pot of coffee to give him just a little bit of energy. It was weird how emotions worked. One moment he was happy, proud, inspired.. the next he was sad.. cold.. lonely..
Maybe it was a sign to go to sleep. Maybe it was a sign to take a break or maybe it was a sign to take his meds. God this was all so complicated. Life was easier when he had someone to depend on. Friends to talk to.. Well neither of those things were happening so suck it up.
He furrowed his eyebrows in frustration before gulping down the liquid in his cup. He understood why Stark was always tinkering now. It was a great distraction.. so that's the way he would treat it. He carefully set the mug in his sink before turning off the coffee maker and walking back into the lab.
"Edith." He announced while slipping his gear back on.
"Hello Quentin." The AI answered.
"Hey honey, care to pull up those Blueprints from earlier?" He asked.
"Of course." Soon after a holographic set up prints was displayed in front of him.
"Thank you." Quentin responded before getting back to work. So he had a small emotional hiccup, whatever. He was back on track now and he'd be fine.
...But was he really fine?
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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...
