Biography | Quentin Beck

Wednesday, December 5th, 2024

November was a strange month for sure, but thankfully it seemed like things were becoming more normal as Quentin made a hard lean left for his Mario Kart play, followed by Wade's exaggerated gasp. Wilson made a hard right instead, which caused Beck to glare at him, but his neutral expression soon turned into a smirk. Why was the man so funny without even trying? Honestly, these past few weeks were some of the most fun Quentin has had in a while.

Yesterday, he and Wilson played around in the snow at the park. Even if he had fun, that lingering childhood sadness still followed. Wade made many sex jokes about the white, cold, substance that littered the ground. As immature as it all was, he still laughed. Still, though, happiness seems to trigger once happy flashbacks. Looked a little like this.

-~-

Quentin watched as Tony jumped off the doorstep into the snow below. He on the other hand would take it slow by carefully walking down so that he wouldn't slip. The sound of crunching was satisfying under his boots, and the snowflakes landing in his hair felt amazing. His gloves were warm and cozy, as of the rest of his snow gear. His self enjoyment was cut short when he heard Tony calling him in the distance. 

"Hey! Q-Tip! Come here!" The young boy shouted.

"Yeah?? What is it?" The older boy asked.

"Well, don't just stand around! Come on! Let's make Snow Angels or something!!"

Quentin glanced down at the ground, kicking at the snow. He was a little embarrassed cause... he had no idea how to do that. Stark must have caught on to his concern as Beck felt a warm, gloved hand on his shoulder, causing him to look back upwards.

"What's wrong?"

"I've," He stuttered before letting out a quiet sigh. "I've never played in the snow..."

Tony scoffed, which caused Quentin's stomach to drop. "Seriously?" The rich boy asked. Oh God, was he mad? Would their friendship end over something stupid like snow? Should he have lied and just pretended to know???

Once again, Stark knew Beck well, so he must have realized how nervous his sarcastic scoff must have made the boy feel. "I'm not mad," Tony reassured while playfully punching the boy's shoulder. "Besides, snow is meant to be played in." He grabbed Quentin's hand, which almost immediately made him look up.

One thing about Tony was he had the most expressive eyes. His resting face was as neutral was neutral could be... but man, those eyes. He could read the emotion in them. Asking if this was okay without using his mouth to speak the sentence. It was okay, it was very okay actually, so in response the boy loosened up, causing Stark to smile as he began to pull him down to the ground with him.

"What are you-" Quentin was about to ask before being cut off by Tony.

"Just get down here, Q-Tip, I'm going to teach you."

Dean let Edward pull him down into the cold but relaxing ground. The sky was the prettiest blue as the sun was hidden behind some clouds. "See," Tony suddenly spoke, causing Quentin to turn his head in that direction. "You move your arms and legs around, like this," He demonstrated. When he sat up, a print of where his body laid stuck out. "And bam!" His friend yelled proudly. "A snow angel!"

Quentin titled his head to examine the shape and to be quite honest, it sounded like an easy thing to do. "Huh, okay!" He exclaimed as he followed Tony's simple instructions. He felt kind of silly, waving his limbs around into the snow like this, but, Tony had never done anything to make him look dumb and besides, he had watched Stark do the exact same thing.

To Beck's relief, he had made a similar looking print when he sat up. His was a tad bit smaller since Tony was taller than him, but it was still the same result as Stark praised him. This continued for at least half an hour. The front yard of the Stark Tower was littered in snow angels as the two boys laid in the only non angel territory, out of breath.

Quentin looked over at Tony, who was staring at the clouds. His brown eyes glistened and glittered when the cloud blocking the sun moved away. His hair having flakes of snow in them, making white standout in his dark curls. They weren't moving, he wasn't moving... maybe he could take this as a chance. An opportunity.

"Tony?"

"Yeah?"

Quentin inched his hand closer to Stark's. The warmness of their heat would feel so, so good. "Can I tell you something?"

"Sure, what's up?"

Before Q could touch his friend's hand, it seemed as if he moved it away. Almost like he knew, which made the boy internally panic... what did he do now? He already said he had something to tell him. "Um," He panicked. Before he could speak, Tony quickly sat up and gasped while pointing ahead of them.

"Dude! Quentin look!! A bunny!" This wasn't new. Stark always seemed to have random outbursts like this. Sometimes it would be mid-conversation, sometimes it would be in dead silence. It was adorable seeing his friend always so excited over things.

"Whoa it is!!" Quentin exclaimed back.

"Oh right," Tony's tone sounded guilty as he turned to look back to the boy. "What did you want to tell me?" Shoot.

Quentin slightly glanced down at their hands. They were close enough that they could touch pinkies, but, like the coward he was... he moved his hand away and smiled. "Nothing."

-~-

His flashback was interrupted by his friend trying to get him back to reality. After all, he did space out during their race and Quentin was competitive. "Sorry, I was having a flashback." Mysterio spoke.

"Yeah, no shit," Deadpool replied. "Must have been a good one, you let me win the whole damn thing, you son of a bitch."

Quentin chuckled before setting his controller down and leaning back into the couch. "Did you ever meet Tony Stark?" He asked.

"Duh, just not in this book." Wilson replied while starting up another round. Wade always said random things like this. They used to freak Quentin out, but overtime you just sort of get used to them. It made him special and unique. "Why are you asking? Need me to confirm if he's always been a dick or what?"

Beck shook his head and leaned forward to grab his controller again. "Ah, never mind." 

It was silent for a little bit before Q politely punched W with a smirk. Who gave him a look before the match started, and the men turned their attentions away from each other.

"I'm going to kick your ass now."