Today's Assignment (Stony Highschool AU)

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Steve's POV

The bell rang and I could hear it through my headphones. I turned the music off and noticed that someone was sitting beside me.  He was fairly handsome. His brown hair was short and clearly gelled. He had the beginnings of a beard. I'd like to see him with a beard. He was wearing a plaid yellow and red shirt. When did he arrive?

"Okay, class," proffessor Coulson said, "today we have a new student. Steve Rogers. Mr Rogers has been through a lot so please be nice." I see the male next to me look at me breifly before looking back at his notes. I never caught his name. He was done with the work so fast. I don't think I've ever seen someone work so fast and yet still get every single question correct. He then left. 

When I handed in my sheet, I had a lot of incorrect answers. Okay, so I aren't exactly the smartest person out there. I know quite a lot about History, but my heart is set in sports. I want to be an athlete when I am older. 

When the lesson ends, I have track. And once again- this guy is in my class. Maybe he is in all of my classes? I still don't know his name. He looks good in the school kit. He is thin and quite muscular- but not too much so that it becomes gross. His legs are shaven. My friend at my old school, James Barnes (everyone called him Bucky), said that a man who shaves his legs is gay. I aren't going to stereotype like he does though. We are both old fashioned but I have decided I also need to keep up with the times.

Tony's POV

This guy seems to be following me. Steve. I am already starting to hate him. He is wearing the kit for track but my God, the man has muscles. His legs and arms are practically buldging out of them little holes. Everyone else has baggy clothes. You would have thought he would have gotten a size up so he looked kind of normal. No, I think he just wanted to show off that he had muscles. I can already tell that he is a to be a dick.

I got ready to run. I hate running. A car suits me much better. Driving. That's my style. I'm still trying to convince my Dad to pay the school to do extreme sports like drag racing and stuff. I would exceed at that sport. 

The teacher, Miss Hill, was timing us today. Honestly, I hate running this track on the best of days, but to be timed just annoys me. She lines us up and yells "GO" and I start to run. Only to be left in the dust of the stupid male Rogers. Mr Perfect. My eyes narrow when I finish my laps. I was a whole 10 minutes behind him. In fact, everyone was.

"Mr Rogers, that was excellent. I've been looking for someone like you to go onto the track team." Miss Hill said.

The only person I know on the track team is Pietro Maxamoff. He was the fastest person in the school. Honestly, I know that Rogers would lose a race to him. Even if he did finish 10 minutes faster than me, Pietro's worst time was 10 minutes faster than Steve's. 

It is the end of the day, and I am glad to get going home. I walk up to my car to see Bruce waiting for me.

"Hey, Brucie." I wrapped my arms around him. He hugs back. Bruce was coming to mine to study tonight and I was finally getting to meet his girlfriend, Natasha. He got into the car and I opened my car door, only to catch Mr Perfect in the mirror and I groaned. I turned around to look at him. "Can I help you?" I asked with so much resent in my voice.

"I'm sorry. I just thought... Since you're in my class... You could help me out a bit." He held out his hand "I'm Steve by the way." I didn't take his hand.

"I know who you are." I said, "Mr Coulson announced it, remember."

"Yes, but I don't know who you are."

"Tony Stark." I said and got in the car. "Bye." And I drove off. I had no time for people like him. I had my own problems to deal with. My knuckles turned white from holding the steering wheel so tightly. Bruce definately noticed. He just thought it best not to say anything, I guess...