ART DONE BY pinkpipedream

MANY YEARS AGO

Olivia pressed the palms of her hands into her face as salty droplets rolled down her cheeks. She made a mistake. A mistake that would change her life forever.

"I'm not going to get an abortion!" She cried and locked eyes with the man before her, "We messed up but we have to take responsibility for our actions, Tony."

He didn't look nearly as sad as she did. His relaxed demeanor angered her to no end? How could he be so calm?

"I'm sixteen years old." He spoke cooly and picked at his fingernails in disinterest, "I'm not having a baby right now. I have a whole life ahead of me, an entire company to take care of and I'm not giving that up for a one night stand that meant nothing to me."

"How can you say that?" Olivia sobbed and slammed her fists down on the table, "I have a human inside of me, a human that you helped me create!"

"It's just a clump of cells until it develops." He shrugged his shoulders nonchalantly, "I don't know why you're making this such a big deal."

Olivia gaped at the man, not being able to comprehend how Tony didn't care at all. He would barely spare her a glance and yawned tiredly.

"He or she is not an it." She seethed in mortification, "Do you not care at all? We're talking about our child here, I'd appreciate if you could at least pretend to have some goddamn compassion." She weeped and stood up from the table. Her chair knocked down and clashed against the wooden floor, leaving a scratch from the impact.

"No, we're not talking about a child." Tony cut in, "We're talking about a clump of undeveloped cells that can be terminated and won't ruin our lives. You're aborting it. I'm not dealing with this any longer." He exhaled loudly and stood up too.

"I'm not getting an abortion!" Olivia wailed, "If you want to ruin our baby's life then go ahead, but I'm not a murderer Tony." She walked towards him and grabbed a fistful of his expensive looking shirt, "I'll have a DNA test done, I can prove it's yours." She threatened.

His eyes widened and he finally started to be concerned about the situation, "Look, I'm not taking care of it. I'm no father." He tore her hands off of him, "But I'll give you money, as much as you need. I'll pay for a house and college and health care and anything else you ask for. I'll make sure it has a good life but it'll be one without me."

Vulnerability echoed out of her in waves, "Fine." She settled, "Maybe they'd be better off without a father rather than a scumbag of one anyway."

Tony's throat tightened painfully but he forced down the feelings that he didn't know he was capable of feeling. The pair stared at each other with emotions swirling through them like wildfire but neither had any words to say. Olivia wiped the tears from her now swollen, red eyes and took a step back from Tony reluctantly.

"Yeah, you're right." He muttered.

Nine months passed by in a flash and Olivia had given birth to a baby boy. Her parents kicked her out and everyone she knew shamed her for being a pregnant sixteen year old girl.

Tony stuck to his word and paid for a luxurious house with whatever she asked for. But she didn't want any of it. She wanted the child she loved to have a father. But Tony Stark really was no father.

Olivia tried to raise him for a few weeks but from the constant crying to the stress to the venom filled words thrown at her like slut and whore and skank, she just couldn't handle it.

She cradled the infant in her arms and kissed his forehead delicately, "This is for the best, I promise." She whispered to him and tried to contain her emotions when he began to wail, "I love you so much."

She walked into a police station with sunglasses on and a hood over her head. There was a woman at a desk who turned around to greet her but immediately frowned once she saw the baby, understanding the situation.

Olivia didn't say a word as she handed the woman her baby, "He's allergic to peanut butter, and he only eats green popsicles" She mumbled sorrowfully, "This is his favorite stuffed animal. Make sure no one takes it away from him." She gave her a small stuffed monkey that looked worn out.

The woman held Olivia's baby in her arms and rocked him back and forth slowly, "What's his name?" She asked.

"It's Quentin." She smiled sadly.

Quentin was then put into the foster system by default. He ran away from home after home and tried to find his mother but never succeeded. The police ended up giving him one last option the sixth time he ran away.

Either go to juvy or stay in the final home willing to take him in.

The family was horrible. Whether he was good or bad they would beat him every night and laugh. The once youthful, happy boy was turned into a ruthless cold man who didn't care for anyone else. Not because he was selfish, but because he was so wrapped up in his own problems that he didn't have the time to notice anyone else's.

He would get bullied at school when he was younger and always took the hits thrown at him. But once he hit puberty and grew muscle they stopped, knowing none of them could take him on since he was stronger than anyone else who ever dared to touch him.

The beatings never stopped at home until the day he turned eighteen because he knew he would be sent to juvy if he tried to defend himself. But after he was an adult, him and his foster family were all off the hook and he was bound to get kicked out. So the night before he left, they got a taste of what his childhood was like.

Quentin left the disgusting house covered in blood with bruised knuckles. He had twenty-three dollars in his pocket with nothing but the clothes on his back and the stuffed animal his mother had given to him. After bouncing around so much and being in a "family" that gave him nothing, he never had any other possessions. He never got anything out of his life and the cards that were dealt to him. He slept alone on the basement floor every night without a pillow or blanket to shelter him and the only time he was able to eat was during school because the lunch ladies pitied him.

But now that he was on his own he'd be able to find his parents. And he really did try.

He spent weeks trying to find his mother but no matter what he did she couldn't be found. And when he found out why the pain was even worse.

He walked up the doorsteps of his mother's house and hesitantly knocked on the door. He was muttering words of encouragement to himself and doing his best to muster up an explanation of who he was and why he was here. He had so many questions to ask her.

"I'm not interested in joining any church groups." An old woman answered the door with a forced smile and went to close it again but he shoved his arm in the way before she could put it through.

"I'm not here for that." He spoke quickly and attempted not to stutter, "My name is Quentin... and I'm your son." He whispered.

"Oh my god." Her jaw dropped to the floor. Tears rushed to his eyes and he moved forward to hug her but she shoved him away so hard that he almost fell over.

"I'm not Olivia." She spat with hatred, "I'm her mom."

"Oh." He exhaled in disappointment, "Well where is she?" He asked her with hope.

"She killed herself." The woman hissed at Quentin, "Because of you. She was too young to have a baby and gave you up so that you would have a better life but she just ruined her own. She was ridden with so much guilt after that she couldn't handle herself and found death as her solution."

Quentin's heart stopped beating in his chest as he sucked in a breath of air, pain flooding through him. He turned in the opposite direction, running down the street.

Not having any other options, he tried to find his father who was easily tracked.

Quentin stood in the lobby of Stark Towers with fidgeting hands and jittery legs while he waited for his dad to arrive. He wasn't sure how to get Tony's attention since he was a hard man to get into contact with so he applied for an internship they were offering.

Quentin remembers shaking his hand for the first time and mustering up the courage to say hello. He felt the hatred run through his bones and the sick feeling he got in his stomach whenever they made eye contact.

You'd think that seeing the man you'd dreamed of meeting for years would be exhilarating, something that you'd celebrate, but after hearing about all that he'd done, it wasn't like that.

It was initially Quentin's plan to go see him and tell him off, yell about how much Tony had ruined his life and maybe throw a punch or two if he was feeling ballsy enough until Tony ended up wanting to give him the job after all. And seeing the opportunity, he couldn't resist.

He wanted revenge.

A/N
Bro poor Quin😭