Harley had managed throughout the years, despite his personal issues and his struggles, he had gotten himself through high school and though a few years of college at MIT. There was a Fair with some of the top students, and Harley qualified. They said that there would be some pretty prestigious people interviewing for job offers and grant money, but Harley didn’t know how to react when he saw Tony Stark walking down the aisle to look at everything. He glanced at the array of objects he had, swearing quietly under his breath. He had invented an extremely durable and flame-proof material, mixing certain light metals with it, and now Tony Stark, the man who helped fuel his addiction for mechanics by showing up at his house all those years ago, was going to see him.