Today's Assignment (Stony Highschool AU)

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Tony's POV

"I can't believe you did track." Bruce said to me over the phone. I groaned. 

"Yeah, well Mr Right told me that I was needed there but he wasn't even there himself." I told him. To be honest, even if he was there, I wouldn't know. I don't know who he is.

"This guy seems to be making you very happy, Tony." 

"He is. It's nice to have someone other than you actually care for me. It makes me feel nice." I said. "And tomorrow I am going to find out who he is because we have a plan. The deal was that if I did track then he worked with me on the chem assignment."

"No, Tony it is too soon for you to know who he is."

"I don't care. I want to know who you think is my Mr Right. I tell you what. So far, you seem to have him right. The texts make me smile so much." Bruce then started to laugh.

"So how was track?"

"Well, Pietro was obviously the fastest. Peter Quill... you know the kid who is trying so hard to not become fat. Yeah, he was the slowest. Trust mr Perfect to be there though. It wasn't long till Peggy Carter's group to show up to watch him. He played to them too. His shirt came off. I hate him so much. I just want to punch him in his perfect teeth."

"You know, calling him perfect all the time... You're going to make people think that you're into him Tony."

"Why would I be into someone who has acts like he is amazing and has a body sculpted by the Gods which gets sweaty very quickly and..." I kind of trailed off.

"That right there. You were checking him out."

"No. The girls were checking him out Banner. Rogers is not someone I want to be near." I told him. But Bruce is right. If I hate him so much, then why am I calling him perfect. It is because he is perfect that I hate him. If I could find one flaw maybe I would like him a bit more. But what classes as a flaw these days?

"Tony, I think you need to give me that number for mr Right because I dont have it." Bruce said. I went through my phone and told him it. "I also think you should ask him who he is." 

"Alright I will." I hung up the phone. If I called him, then I would know who he was exactly. But would he pick up? I thought it worth a try anyway.

He didn't pick up and I sighed. I figured I would find out who he was tomorrow and just laid in my bed. I texted him till about 1 am and then I passed out.