Biography | Quentin Beck

Tuesday, April 7th, 2025

"Okay, you're lying, there's no way that wasn't it!"

Tony shrugged with a smirk on his face, "That wasn't it. You have ten more questions."

Quentin pondered while he made a left turn in his BMW. Tony had never ridden in it, so as long as he promised to be on his best behavior and to keep it speck and span, he was allowed to. Well he kept his promise, but he sure was nosey as the first thing he did was go through the man's glove box. Several documents and snatching of items later, they were finally driving.

"Can you find it in a hardware store?"

"If you look hard enough."

"Yes or no, Tony."

"Yes, you can."

It was either going to be something Quentin had never heard of or the easiest thing in the world that led him to over guessing instead of playing simple. Ugh, Tony would pull both of these, and he only had nine questions left. He knew it had to be a tool, all the previous questions led up to that conclusion, but what tool would Tony Stark think of? 

"Is it a wrench?"

"Good job."

"Seriously?"

"What? It's my favorite tool."

Quentin rolled his eyes before making a U-Turn. They weren't going anywhere in particular, just driving around the city in disguises. Tony had made a fake license plate so that if any sky police were to see the car it'd appear different. 

"Okay, I got my thing." Quentin announced, driving carefully and safely, obviously.

"Really? That was fast," Tony teased before glancing out the window. "Is it a person?"

"Nope."

"Learned your lesson from the first round, huh?"

"Says the person who guessed a cat thinking I wouldn't get it."

"In my defense, I thought you'd think that was too easy."

The beginning of this bonding trip was a mess. They were bopping to music and making jokes about the people who wronged them before Quentin almost ran a red light. He was too busy looking at Tony, who was joking about Fury by placing a hand over one of his eyes. That, that would have been an embarrassing thing to crash about. Stark would never let him live this down, he was sure of that, considering how loudly he had laughed. 

Safe to say, they were now driving in silence and playing the simple game to avoid such chaos. He refused to crash this car. Any other car? Maybe. But not this one.

"Is it an animal?"

"Nope."

"Damn. Item?"

"Well, duh. It can't be anything else."

"I dunno, could be a noun."

"No way, you can't think of a word. That surely isn't allowed."

Tony shrugged before going back to thinking. "Is it something I'd use?"

"Possibly."

Okay. Had to be a tool. What else would he use? Well, actually, he uses a lot of things. Coffee maker, cup, hair dryer, cologne... okay, maybe it wasn't a tool. 

"Could you find it in the kitchen?"

"If you take it in there, yeah." Quentin grinned.

"Okay smart ass," Tony growled, "Could you normally find it in a kitchen?"

"Probably not, no."

God, he hated Beck's smart mouth. Where did he ever learn to have such an attitude? Such sarcasm even? He was never like this before until- ...oh yeah.

"Could you find it in a hardware store?" Tony asked while internally cheering his raindrop on to win the imaginary race.

"Yeah." Quentin responded, turning on the window wipers as a storm just seemed to appear out of nowhere. Lucky them.

Tony pondered hard, he had quite a lot of questions left to ask, but he was a genius, if he really tried he could make his friend speechless by getting it right away. Tool... tool... what tool would Quentin Beck think of? What tool did he use most? 

"Is it a hammer?"

"Nope!"

"Dammit." Tony muttered.

"You're on the right track though." Quentin giggled.

Okay, so he'd have to think more. Nails? No, too easy. Would he pick a wrench just to mess with him? Maybe, but he wasn't feeling that one in his heart and soul. He had to think like the man, Quentin Beck. A super genius like himself, but also a mega troll. What would he think? 

The guessing had gone on for a while, but it was now or never, as Stark was down to the last question. Whatever the mystery man was thinking of... it must have been something Tony has ever heard of once. 

"Is it a ruler?"

Quentin imitated a buzzer sound as he grinned. "I win."

Tony rolled his eyes, "Okay, fine, you win. What was it?"

"A screwdriver."

...

"You're joking, right?"

"Nope. You fell into my trap though." The man chuckled.

"Pull over." Tony snarled.

"What? Why?"

"So I can slug you."

-~-

Twenty questions had ended into such a horrific fight to the death, oh it was just awful (not really). It was time for a new game as the car was parked in the KFC parking lot. Tony had mentioned Burger King, but the way Quentin cringed told him his answer. Not there yet.

Now, Tony had met neat people, as in very clean, but Quentin was quite extreme as the billionaire sat there littered in napkins as if he was a child without a sippy cup. Extra napkins and table cloths over the dashboard and floors as well, along with the seating. Beck was sliding on some plastic gloves that he kept in the glove box, he already forced Tony to wear his. 

Finally, he was opening the bucket of fresh, crispy, crunchy chicken. He convinced the driver to let him order, it always got him the best service, wouldn't want to disappoint Tony Stark now, would you? 

"Is all of this really necessary?" Tony pouted.

Quentin glared at him before handing him a chicken leg wrapped in napkins. The grease was so obvious on the bright blue gloves. "Yes." He put it simply.

Tony rolled his eyes while taking it. He found it stupid, it was just a car, so what if it got a crumb here or sauce there. But, he had to remember. It was special. Quentin's dad had given him this car, and it was the first big gift the son had ever gotten from him. So even if he found it stupid, he'd respect it. 

There the two ate. A hero and a villain. Not bonded close enough or over the trauma for burgers, but chicken? Perfect substitute. Quentin had almost dropped his piece when Tony elbowed him unannounced.

"Watch it-" He muttered.

"Look!" Tony pointed, "Those two are arguing, I think."

"So?"

Tony shrugged before dipping his food in the sauce on top of the dashboard, "Just thought it was funny to break up in front of a fast food building."

"Tony, we did that." Quentin said.

"Nuh uh," He protested, "We just... got into a fight."

Quentin rolled his eyes before wiping the gloves down on some extra napkins. "Whatever you say."

Pfft, imagine getting divorced in a fast food restaurant. Couldn't have been them.... right? It was just an argument... yeah... it's not like it ruined- ...fuck.