Steve looked around in the gym. All the others have left, but he always walked through the sport-facilities as he was promoted to captain of all; it was his duty to note any disturbances and problems, and he did it with pleasure.

- Hello – someone greeted him, he spin around in surprise. Tony stood there grinning, and lifted his sunglasses up from his eyes.

- Clint told me you had some problems with the score-table – he gestured towards the buzzing object on the wall while walking up to Steve. – Or, in fact Bruce told me, but he got the info from Clint, so it basically makes Clint the one responsible, although I don’t think he had any intentions in telling me, and definetely didn’t hoped that I’d actually come and take a look, but, hey since I’m here, why wouldn’t I, right?

- I’ve already called the repairers, they should be coming out this week.

- No need for simple men, here’s the genious – he patted his own chest, - all out of sheer philanthropy.

- We never actually met before – said Steve holding out his hand. Tony looked at him in disbelief, but shook the hand anyway. – Steven Rogers.

- I’m Tony Stark, but I bet you know me, I’m pretty famous around here. And by here I mean the world.

- Oh I’m sure – Steve said sarcastically, but Tony didn’t seem to mind.

- And I’m pretty too.

He grinned and went to the tablet, so he couldn’t see Steve’s stunned look.

They told him, that he’s a douche, he couldn’t help to agree, and couldn’t believe that Ban dated him – or so he thought from the conversations he overheared betwen the girls. If not going out, then something else must have been going on betwen Ban and Tony. He wouldn’t dare to ask though, not from Ban.

- Can we get it down? – Tony asked him, after he was streching in vain to reach the board. Tony wasn’t particularly short, but Steve couldn’t help but smile at the scene. He thought about lifting Tony up to the board, but didn’t want to pick a fight.

- I’ll go get a ladder – he said chuckling.

- Hey, no fun laughing on the smaller one, I’m here to help.

- Because you’re a philanthropist, I get it.

Tony Stark might be a douche, but at least he’s funny.

- So what are you gonna do? – Steve asked as they were kneeling beside the board. He learned that Tony always had a – as he called it – first aid kit with him, containing small screwdrivers, screws, portable welding torch and some stuff Steve didn’t know the names of.

- Just some easy stuff – he mumbled. – Though I doubt you’d understand, so I wouldn’t waste my breath. You could go back to the dormitory, I need noone around here.

- Nah, I’m fine. And I don’t want to leave you alone in sports-areas, they’re my responsibility.

- I won’t blow it up, if it makes you feel better.

- Much better, thanks. I’m still staying.

Tony didn’t react. He said that it was an easy job to do, still he was focused, and after a few minutes it became obvious that he enjoyed working on the board. Steve could relate to this feeling; it was like running for him. He loved running long before he started training seriously, doing harder exercises, but whenever he felt like moving, he still just ran.

Clint appeared in the door, swinging keys.

- I’m going out with Bruce – he told Tony, but got no response, so he continued. – In case you started to wonder where he went.

Still nothing. Seemed as though Tony didn’t notice Clint. Steve could hardly restrain himself from laughing and the athlete seemed to find the situation funny too.

- On your car – he added, and Tony tossed up his head immediately.

- What’s with my car? – he shouted, but Clint was running away. – Don’t take the blue cabrio!

- Don’t wait up for us, honey!

Steve finally burst out in laughter, rolling on the floor.

- I’m not sure if you’re really a total douche.

- I still kinda think that you’re an incompetent hero-complexed muscleman.

Steve frowned.

- Who said that?

- Who said I was a douche? – asked Tony back grinning, and started to pack his things up.

- Everyone?

- The baby’s finished, you can put it back up. People are cruel, y’know, they say lots of things, but I’m actually a very nice guy of modesty.

He lit up his winning smile.

- Coffee?

- Tony, it’s almost nighttime – Steve was doubtful, not sure if Tony was making fun of him, or what, but the other guy seemed serious.

- It’s always time for good coffee, and my coffee is good, rest assured, though I’m not pushing anything, you’re free to decide, I just though that now you realised that I’m actually ’not a total douche’ as you said, you might as well want to spend more time with my charming existence, and coffee is perfect for a non-special occasion like...

- Beer? – Steve cut him off, eyebrows risen. Tony blinked in suprise, but didn’t change his expression.

- Sounds good. Let’s get out of here.

- And where are we going, since Clint took your car...? – Steve asked as he stepped outside.

- He took one of my cars, so...

- Steve! – Ban came running across the sports-field. – I’ve been searching for you, cause I thought that we could- Oh.

She halted as soon as she saw Tony, just as surprised as she was. For a moment it looked like she was gonna greet him, but then her face darkened, offered a smile to Steve, and shrugged her shoulder.

- Never mind, we’ll find another time. Bye Steve!

- Wow. That was cruel – Steve said as he watched the girl hurrying away, but Tony just made a face.

- She’s been like this the whole week. Actually, now was she the closest to acknowledging my existence.

- Sounds hard.

- Could be worse – Tony didn’t seem to care. – I mean, at least we can avoid each other. Not so awkward.

- Okay, ladies and gentelmen, please form pairs. I know that some of you already have experience with machines like these, so if you could, please consider your experience-status in choosing your partner.

A minute later it was only Ban and a boy from the class; Ban stood next to her machine, eyeing her ought-to-be pair, but got no sign of future contact.

- Please, don’t be so childish, you’re grown man, or what – the prof started to get frustrated, and pushed the guy. – Your partner is Banner, and Stark, don’t just stay there as a statue, get to Scarlett.

Ban’s jaw dropped and he glared from the prof to Stark.

- You can’t be serious!

- I am very serious Ms Scarlett, now everyone start working, you’ve got until ten o’clock.

Tony sttled down next to her with a cold smile.

- No one wants to work with you, sorry babe.

Ban pouted her lips, but didn’t say a word, just started to manipulate the switches, while Tony played with the wire.

- In case you didn’t get it, no one includes me too – Tony added.

- It was very clear.

- Are you offended?

- I don’t care.

- Neutral, then.

- Pretty much. You’re not doing the task.

- You neither, but never mind, I’m used to it. Could you pass the...

- There.

It was more than frustrating how well they could work together.

- This might blow up – Ban said without worrying.

- Yeah, if you insist on connecting those wires. I thought you’d go for the other three...

- Nah, let it blow, maybe it’ll wipe that smug smile off your face.

- I’m surprised you didn’t go or the goatie.

- Fuck your goatie, Stark.

- It’s just so frustrating that after everything, we can still work together. He acts like nothing’s happened!