Biography | Quentin Beck

[Inventing] - Saturday, January 19th, 1976

Getting back to the Stark mansion was way harder when you over spend. The trip to the mall to purchase random electronic parts was a success, however, they only brought two backpacks. The two friends found out very quickly that it wasn't enough for their big imaginations. So, how did they fix the problem? If you guessed putting some stuff back, that's adorable. They bought more bags.

Due to the obvious extra weight, the bicycle was impossible to ride. Neither one of the two friends would be able to balance. Needless to say, walking from town back to the property was exhausting. Thankfully, they took turns walking the vehicle back so that they would suffer together. 

The inventing would have to wait while the first thing the children wanted was a nice, cold, bottle of water. Jarvis seemed to have been able to sense their discomfort, as he appeared at the end of the hallway to make sure the two were alright. Tony reassured him that everything was all good. Though the butler was skeptical to what might be in all those bags, he simply nodded and left to go continue his duties. 

Finally, after at least three water bottles each. The two began to pull the bags up the stairs one by one. Currently, the only adults here were Jarvis and Tony's nanny, who he was planning to avoid like the plague. Quentin still hasn't gotten the chance to meet her, but as he told himself, he wanted to trust his friend more. So he took his word for it. 

There was one more adult present on the property, but they weren't allowed to interrupt him. Even if they could, Quentin was way too scared to introduce himself to Howard. It was a shame, too, because Maria was so nice to him. To her son. Sad she was married to such an asshole. Maybe he was different before, like Elmore was. It wasn't his family, so he shouldn't try to guess their history.

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"Okay!" Tony shouted, clearing off one of his tables so that they could make it a work station. "The first thing we do is grab our tools." He explained.

Quentin watched as the brown eye boy struggled to find the things he needed. Probably because they were scattered all over his room. The frustration but also confusion on his young face hilarious, considering it was his own fault he couldn't find anything. Beck helped him look of course, but it was no wonder he couldn't find anything as the two looked upwards. 

"...Tony."

"Yeah?"

"How did you get your screwdriver stuck in the vent lid?"

"Honestly, I don't know. Maybe I threw it up there when I was mad or something, I dunno."

The young genius jumped up and down, trying to reach the fate that past him had made for future him. He was nowhere tall enough. He turned to look at the blue eye boy, who was shorter than him, so there was no way he'd be able to reach it also. Okay, this was a problem. How did he even do this?

"Maybe we should ask your nanny?" Quentin suggested, "I'm sure she's tall enough considering she's a grown-up."

"I don't need a grown-up to solve my problems," Tony growled while stepping back. He didn't want to have to rely on others. Especially those who he didn't like. He turned his body to look over at Quentin again. An idea popping into his head.

"I know how we can get it down." 

"How?"

"Simple, you stand on my hands and I boost you upwards. My height plus your height is sure to work."

"Wait- what?!" Quentin expressed, "Balance on your hands?! What if I fall?! What if we're not tall enough?! Can't we just ask an adult? Oh God- what if I hurt you?!"

Tony shook his head in disappointment. "First of all, you're not going to fall, I wouldn't let that happen. Second of all, we're bound to be tall enough. Third, No way! I'm sick of adults having to solve my problems. Come on, Quentin, have I ever been wrong?" His eyes having a genuine expression.