Biography | Quentin Beck

Tuesday, February 28th, 2025

He was different. He started to wear E.D.I.T.H a lot more as every time he closed his eyes he saw his face. Years apart couldn't undo the damage to his heart. The other members noticed his shift in behavior as well. No more fake smiles or glee in those blue eyes. He did his job emotionless. Every night he'd dream of him.

Blue and Brown went together so well. He hated the color Brown. He hated his brown hair, as it hurt too much to remember his eyes looking up at him with such spark. Call him insane. But he was getting worse. And he was not going to get better.

He'd give anything to look him in the eyes one last time and apologize for the scene he made. His invention was not more important than him. It was never that serious. He made it too serious. He deserved this. 

I love you more than life itself.

He went from crying only a few times a month to crying every day. He deserved to be tormented. This was his fault, after all. He brought it up. He should have let Tony go down that elevator. He should have waited back at the hotel room. He should have laughed along. Why did he care.

Otto couldn't take it anymore. He had never seen no other member act this way in his life. With no warning, he had Flo grab the man by his shoulder and drag him to the garden. Quentin fought back but deep down he hoped this was it even though he did nothing to be murdered. Instead, he found himself in a really beautiful garden. In all the time he had been living here, he never thought to check it out.

Flowers littered the pathway that led to the staircase. They also looped around the fountain that sat proudly in the center. What really caught his attention was the rose bush off to the side. It almost seemed hidden away. He couldn't stop staring at it that he didn't even react to being pushed down to sit on the steps. 

Otto sat next to him and folded his hands. The excitement only caused Quentin's sunglasses to dip low, revealing one blue eye. But not a bright one. Dull ones. It was a look Octavius remembered.

"Pretty isn't she?" He spoke softly, causing Quentin to turn to look at him. 

"She?" He asked confused. Otto only nodded, which made Beck look back over. The more he stared, the more he noticed how much more the rosebush stuck out than the rest. 

"She was my everything." His boss spoke softly, which caused Quentin to try and turn away. "When did you meet them?" He asked.

"Who?" Quentin asked.

"Your everything." He replied. "I see myself in you. You went through a horrible heartbreak." 

There is no Tony Stark without Quentin Beck.

"When did you meet them?" He asked again.

Quentin paused for quite a while before dipping his head down between his knees. "School." He whispered. "I met him at school."

"What was he like?" Otto asked, genuinely curious.

"Sweet," Quentin started, "loyal, caring, kind, a genius," 

Otto noticed how he started to roll up his fist and set a hand on his shoulder to stop him. "I met her in college." He took over. "Her name was Rosie." Beck didn't look up, but he was listening, and Octavius knew this. "What was his name?"

"Tony." He replied. "Tony Stark... And he was my everything."

Otto nodded. "Rosie was also my everything." Flo carefully took the sunglasses off his face, revealing the same sad tone of eyes that Quentin wore. "It's my fault she's gone." Quentin glanced up at him and saw a new side to his leader. "I was too caught up in my work."

"...Me too." He responded. "I caused an argument that didn't need to happen."

"My actions ended up killing her." He admits causing the other man to look at him. "Impaled by glass shards because I thought it would stabilize." He looked over at his member, a small, sad smile. "It didn't."

"I'm sorry." Quentin apologized.

"I'm sorry for you too." Otto replied sweetly.

Beck appreciated the gesture, but he carefully moved the tentacle off his shoulder. Feeling he didn't deserve the sympathy for what he was going to say next. "But please don't. It's my fault, and I'm getting what I deserve."

"If you truly believe that, you will never get over it." The hypocrite spoke. Otto still blamed himself for his wife's death. So much for not taking your own advice. "It won't go away. But you can make it hurt less."

The two men talked. Otto shared his exercises as Quentin explained how he felt. Spoiler alert, it wouldn't work, but the gesture was nice. Beck pretended for Octavius' sake that the advice did something. He hugged him and smile widely, removing E.D.I.T.H. from his face to reveal his eyes. But as soon as he went inside, they returned.

We'll always be together, right?

Not just together...
                           Forever.