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𝘐'𝘮 𝘚𝘬𝘦𝘵𝘤𝘩𝘺 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘚𝘬𝘦𝘵𝘤𝘩 [016]

[HIGH SCHOOL AU.]

Steve could barely believe it when he first walked in; the guy graduated MIT at fifteen and was already running a company or something. He didn't even get close to sitting near him, since Stark had that annoying charisma around him which draws people like moths to a flame, apparently to his slight irritation since he sat right at the back next to the window. "Why are you doing art?" Someone phrased the question that Steve had been thinking.

"I was bored." The genius answered casually, leaning back on his chair and pulling a screwdriver out of seemingly nowhere to twirl in his fingers, despite this being an art class. Bored? He was bored? Steve was torn between awe and anger. Tony Stark had to have so many qualifications in different things it could be a record. But you couldn't just pick up a pencil and scribble yourself an artwork because you were bored.

Well, apparently you could. Steve was jealous. Tony was still improving, of course, the guy wasn't just perfect at everything - which was a slight relief to discover - and Steve was surprised at how gracefully he took correction or criticism. Watching Tony's work come to life felt like magic to Steve, the dark haired boy seemed to scrawl the future down onto paper, a single tool to paint the way to a better world. His own art, was different. Less bold, softer in a way. Steve had a gift.

The blond could sketch someone from memory, capturing the sparkle in their eyes, or every curl of tousled bedhead. He always seemed to be drawing feelings instead of pictures, and they were as accurate as photographs. On that first day that Tony arrived, Steve struggled to focus on his work for once. He kept stealing glances at the brunet, who was still twirling the screwdriver and half listening to the professor. It was one of the first habits that he ever noticed about Tony. He always seemed to have tools, and Steve couldn't even begin to image where he kept it all, since his back pockets surely couldn't be big enough.

In fact, once Steve just happened to be across the hall from him, completely by chance of course, he heard his friend Clint ask him if he still has some science sheet, and Tony began to pull things out of his pockets like they were the Tardis while he searched. It sounded like an over exaggeration when he told Bucky about it later, but a whole storm of papers fluttered to the ground, a wrench was tossed into Rhode's hands while he watched with slight amusement, two screwdrivers were dropped on the floor, a clump of wires that were tightly entwined together, a breakfast bar, a couple of nuts and bolts which fell like painful rain, and rolled off under the lockers, some sort of metal device, a watch which appeared to be broken according to Clint, who was asking why Tony had so much crap in his pockets. To top it off, there was basic necessities like a phone, a wallet, and some sunglasses since it was Summer, and Tony was quite attached to them actually. It's quite the impressive list to say the least, and the science sheet was eventually found.

Steve briefly considered going up to him right then and asking him where he put it all in a friendly voice, actually introducing himself instead of just watching, but he dismissed the idea. After all, Stark didn't seem to be in a great mood; he was late for something Steve gathered by the way he kept glaring at his (working) watch, and he'd probably just say 'up my ass.' Before sauntering off to do something more interesting than talking to Steve. Anyway, thinking about Stark's ass in any situation was not something Steve should do in the hallway, so he distracted himself with heading to the cafeteria to find Bucky anyway, and recounting the whole story.

So Steve sat in his seat, and he stared, and he drew Tony Stark without his knowledge. Not creepy. Definitely not weird at all. The subject was to draw someone beautiful, so best friends and couples had paired up, some people printed pictures of their favorite celebrities (one girl looked particularly dreamy over a picture of Jensen Ackles), and Steve was drawing the genius. He probably wasn't the only one either. It wasn't as if he was fawning over the guy or anything, since Steve firmly believed he was an asshole. ("Just your type then, Mr I-can't-choose-a-decent-guy-for shit."
"Shut up, Bucky.") But he was arguably the most beautiful person Steve had ever seen. Soft, tousled hair, which was starting to curl slightly at his neck because he had been putting off a haircut. Dark, thick eyelashes against tanned skin, and an adorable height which made Steve long to just look down at him for all his greatness, which was slightly mean, but he couldn't help it. And his favorite feature, deep, chocolatey eyes, which he hadn't ever seen without the spark of genius in them.