Biography | Quentin Beck

Thursday, November 16th, 2024

Quentin had woke up a few minutes ago. He started to feel better after making literal flight tech. Whenever he was down he went for a ride. The wind through his hair helped him calm down. If anyone needed to know, the man absolutely loved it when people played with his hair.. of course though, not everyone is allowed however if you're trusted he loves it. 

He remembers when he used to do it to Stark and Tony would return the favor whenever the roles were reversed. Usually memories like this would make him sad, even bring back his depression but not today. Last night, before he hit the hay, he unprivated his little video. He didn't check it yet as he was still getting ready for his day. Throwing on a comfy sweater after showering and heading to his counter for hygiene.

Even with depression turning on and off, Quentin did his best to keep that part up. His facial hair never got long enough to the point where it was considered a beard, beard. It was more of a long stubble, at least that's what the proper term seems to be called for it. The longest it would get is a full beard but nothing that went below his chin. He was quite proud of himself for that.

His hair never got too bad either as he had money now to be able to take care of it before it reaches his shoulders. It had gotten better indeed, he was no longer disgusted looking in the mirror. Although, his eyes were always a little odd. He could of sworn that sometimes they looked more green than blue, but that wasn't possible so it must have been the lighting, right?

Now he was in the kitchen. Whipping up a pot of coffee and pouring a bowl of cereal. Maybe even add a tad of vodka to it. Afterall, today was special. After sitting on the couch and turned on the TV... Quentin expected it to go viral... but he didn't  expect it to go viral this quickly.

It was weird seeing his face on TV without Tony. It felt good. The taste of revenge was about to be sweet as he watched it all unfold. His acting was a little off and he definitally could of improved the performance but to be fair.. time was tight. Spider-Man was going to kick his ass at any second so... it would do. 

He couldn't help but grin ear to ear when the doxxing took place. Now people everywhere knew the true identity of the person who tried to ruin his plan. Not only that, but he was painted as a terrorist. That's right people of the world, Spider-Man was the one to badly damage London. Not poor Mysterio.

It was so easy... he actually felt just a little bad about it. There was no proof, no convincing.. people were such sheep. Best of all, there was no way for Peter to prove he was innocent. Nobody saw the attack and the only people who heard about it were people that they both knew. His past crew and the kid's friends. 

And Quentin knew damn well that the world wasn't going to side with a bunch of teenagers. The Avengers were practically gone so there was no superhero support to back him up either. It was just Peter Parker and the damage he had caused. Beck could giggle just thinking about visiting him in prison. The look of horror and shock if he were to see his face. Oh it would be so sweet.

But, he had decided to stay on the downlow. Wear disguises while going out since now that his face had been broadcasted people would surely recognize him. Now all that was left to do was to wait for the downfall of Spider-Man. He could do so many things to celebrate. Right now though, to play it safe, he would stay home.