Biography | Quentin Beck

Saturday, April 11th, 2025

Tony was busy working on upgrades for his suit and Quentin was sitting across from him steaming his cape. One thing Beck hated was when it had wrinkles, and oh boy, it had a ton. Not exactly unheard of considering all the chaos when he was in costume, he just finally had the time to fix it. 

Quentin's hidden room was genius. They could hear the heavy-duty footsteps above them and all around, yet they could sit here without a care in the world, blasting AC/DC and other 80s music. They could scream their hearts out to the lyrics and nobody outside would hear anything. When they're in here, nothing can happen.

Tony looked over at Quentin, he was lightly swaying and humming to the song that was playing. He was so calm, it reminded him of when they were younger, where they'd stay after hours at school to work in the science labs. If it wasn't for Tony being a Stark, they would have surely been banned after the fire he accidentally made. The way his tongue sometimes pokes out of the side of his mouth when he's focused, or the way his eyes squint to make sure he's seeing something correctly - oh~ what a cutie.

"Hey Tony?"

"Huh- Yeah?"

"Can you come here for a second, I want to know how this looks, I need a second opinion."

Tony hummed as he set down the tools he was holding moments ago before walking over to Beck's area. He had done an amazing job, the cape looked brand new. He must have washed it beforehand because it was spotless. 

Quentin flipped it over his shoulders as if it were a royal cloak. The way he did it was flawless, as it didn't create a single wrinkle. Guess he really knew how to operate his costume. He turned his back to the genius so that he could get a closer look.

"How does it look?"

"You really know what you're doing, I can't see a single-" Well, moving closer was a mistake. Tony had lost a nail earlier and would you look at that... he stepped on it, causing him to lean and eventually fall onto Quentin, which knocked him down. Beck tried to catch him, but Stark had stepped on his foot, which was the real reason he went down.

They rolled around for a little until they stopped, Tony's face planted at the nape of his friend's neck and their torsos rubbing together. Tony smiled nervously up at him as Quentin furrowed his eyebrows.

"Whoops..."

"You better help me fix it." Quentin muttered.

"I will."

All seemed fine until Quentin tried to slide his arms out, but it seems when Tony tripped into him that the cape had other plans. His arms were firmly stuck to his sides as the cape was wrapped tightly around their bodies. 

"Oh you've got to be shittin' me." Quentin squirmed, but with no luck.

"What's wrong?" Tony asked. Sometimes, he was a bit slow. He hadn't registered the problem yet until he felt Beck's desperate struggling against him. "Oh-"

"Can you move your arms?"

Tony attempted, trying to flex his muscles out or slide his arm out of the tangled mess, but he was having as much success as Quentin... which was none.

"Um-"

"Oh don't tell me you can't move either."

"Okay, I won't tell you."

Quentin huffed and puffed as he twisted and turned, but it only felt like the fabric was getting tighter, and they were getting even more stuck. This was the worst thing that could have happened. All that work for nothing. Tony was trying to bend his arm so that he could get to the arc reactor, but Quentin's chest was blocking him from actually getting to the censored part.