He angrily hit the alarm clock that was emitting that annoying sound. If he had been completely awake, he would've been have to break it.

He realized he was late and cursed himself for going to that party last night, or for not having an alarm with a stronger sound, no, that wouldn't be really convenient; he hated alarm-clocks. Why didn't Jarvis wake him up? Right, he wasn't at his house. Where was he? Ah, but Jarvis was also on his phone, where had he left it? Truth to be told, the party has been amazing, regretting it didn't seem right.

"Late on the first day, huh?" He said, throwing away the blankets covering his body and stretched. "I think I know who'll be teachers' favorite."

Where was he, actually? At one of his friends' house, right? He was twelve percent sure of that.

He went downstairs and got to his precious, precious car and slid to the front seat.

"Jarv, where am I?"

"At Ms. Anders, I would adventure myself to say, sir" Replied the British voice inside the car.

"Hmm," He murmured, "Was she the one in bed with me?"

"Seems like it, sir."

"Interesting."

Well, at least he knew he hadn't hooked up with her; he still had most of his clothes on when he woke up.

"Hey, Jarv, do you know where I left my phone?" He asked searching under the seat.

"The GPS indicates it is still inside the house, sir."

"Good, good. It's great to know it hadn't been stolen," He commented, getting off the car and walking to the trunk.

Which would be a shame, he thought. It was one of its class, he had made the design by himself.

He grabbed a bag with clean clothes from the back of the car. Of course, he was Tony Stark and Tony Stark was always prepared; nothing took him by surprise. Neither would he allow himself going on his first day smelling like alcohol and sweat. He got off from his car, entered once again to the house and oh, surprise! his phone was resting on an arm char. Tony picked it and started searching for the bathroom. Every house had one, right?

Tony went to the bathroom with the purpose of taking a shower, he was late anyway. And he had to take off the dirty smell of alcohol surrounding him.

He got dressed up with a Black Sabbath t-shirt and jeans, ready to take his car and go to the university, which was closer than he thought, because it didn't take as much time as he had guessed it would. That or was the fact of not giving a look to the speedometer while he drove what made him contemn the traveled distance.

Once he arrived, Tony noticed there were people walking around aimlessly. He blessed the opening ceremony that he just had remembered, the same one he was supposed to attend and he walked to the auditorium he had been told to. Tony pulled the door and opened it, walking inside, dedicating a quick look to the room, searching for an unoccupied seat. He found one at the penultimate row, well, at least he didn't have to sit on the front.

Tony let his things at the table and sat down carelessly, thanking anyone that the teacher wasn't there yet. Looking quickly to his phone, Tony realized he wasn't that late, which meant that maybe he had exaggerated with the speed this time, or maybe he had got up earlier than he thought or maybe he had found a wormhole, which would be extremely cool. Tony made a mental memo for search information about it later.

Finding nothing better to do, Tony gazed the guy sitting on the seat to his right, who was concentrated making some kind of sketch on his notebook.

"Hey," Tony greeted in a casual way.

"Hello," the guy replied without looking up. Tony thought it was pretty rude of him, although, Tony wasn't the most polite person in the world, either. Besides, his discontent was because it was the first time in many years he was ignored. For the-god-he-didn't-believe-in's sake! He was Tony Stark! That Tony Stark. Who the hell did that guy thought he was to act as if he didn't know about him? Well, maybe he didn't know him, but that only helped to hurt more his ego.

Tony decided to leave the guy alone, he must be really focused to ignore him. How was that even possible!? Maybe he had a rough day, maybe he got up too early and was angry because the goddamned excuse of ceremony still hasn't started, which made sense because he was checking the watch on his left wrist every five minutes, or maybe he was desperate to go to the bathroom or, well, the reason didn't matter, it wasn't his business. Tony pulled his phone off his pocket again and began losing time with pointless games until the teacher came, or who Tony assumed as the teacher.

"Whatever you had learnt at school is utterly useless. Good morning, kids. I'm Nicholas Fury, your director and I hope I will not have to see your faces more time than needed." He said before sitting on his desk.

"How encouraging," Tony mumbled to himself, blocking the screen of his phone and putting it back on his pocket. He didn't have that much battery, anyway.

"When I say your name, you'll come here to get your schedule, ok?" Fury, giving all the honor to his last name, started calling the students in alphabetic order, starting with the 'Z'. Tony wondered what could be passing in the director's mind to make him take that decision and he threw a look at the guy next to him, who still didn't look away from the notebook.

Names went and came, student went from to their seats and Tony was bored. Maybe everything would've been better if he had gotten up later. It was his fault, anyway, Tony didn't check the clock before leaving. Besides, why was a ceremony necessary? Oh, that happened when you got one of the best results on the admission entrance test, if not the best. However, he would have preferred to go for a delicious coffee. Oh. Tony remembered he hasn't had one before getting out from Andrew's house. How could he leave in the morning without a coffee!? Tony wouldn't tolerate it! The moment he could get out from this boring place, Tony would fill his lack of caffeine.

"Antony Stark."

His internal monologue was interrupted by a deep voice coming from the front of the auditorium. It took a millisecond to Tony to realize it was Fury who was talking.

"Tony." he corrected. Nobody, no one called him 'Anthony'.

Tony got up and started walking to the desk while he questioned the efficiency of the method used to deliver the schedules, it was a huge waste of time and Tony was about to tell him, but the patch stuck on his face stopped him. Not because he was scared, mind you, of course he wasn't scared; it was just… Tony didn't think it would be convenient to start with the wrong foot –or eye- with the director. He picked the schedule before Fury could handed it to him, because Tony didn't like people handing him things and went back to his seat while Fury called another student behind his back.

Walking to his seat, Tony became aware of the gaze the guy -who was a moment ago just watching to his notebook- was giving him now repeating his name in a whisper, as if it brought him memories of yore, narrowing his eyes in a hard-to-read expression, which Tony decided to label as confusion.

Tony asked himself if he had seen those green eyes before, but when they looked away in the direction of the director calling his name and Tony sat down, he came to the conclusion that he had never seen him before. Maybe his own name reminded the guy to another person. Or, perhaps, he had realized who Tony was and the awesome opportunity he had just missed.

Tony felt pity for the guy, maybe he could give him another chance for the guy to have the privilege to talk or hang around with him, Tony was a good person after all.

The guy didn't look at him when he walked back to his seat, neither did he when he sat. The guy seemed really focused on his colorful paper. Tony wondered if they shared any class.

"Loki Friggason…" Tony murmured to himself.

"Welcomes to the Massachusetts Institute of Technology, ladies and gentlemen. From now on, you'll be working for the sake of the nation. You would make this country better in your respective areas. From now on, each one of you can proudly say you are students of M.I.T. and that, if you're here is because you're were selected as the best of your generation, you can confirm it seeing your admittance-tests' result. From now on…"

Tony supposed director Fury was some kind of ex-military based on the way he gave his speech. His attention flew away –how uncommon - to the guy next to him. The same one who was avoiding any type of eye contact. Tony knew the guy was aware of his gaze upon him and had choose to just ignore it, as if it wasn't important having Tony Stark looking at him. That hurt his ego once again, making his curiosity to increase.

"You can go now."

Coming back from the moon, Tony fell to the reality of the bell ringing. It was time to fill his coffee-need! When he got up, Tony saw that the guy, Loki, had disappeared. Tony didn't pay any attention to it and exited the room. Once outside, he was greeted with a huge amount of green areas and wind, a lot of wind. Tony walked around carelessly, asking himself if he place could be labeled as a city.

Probably.

"Hey, Jarv," Tony took his Starkphone from his pocket and placed it on his ear, making it look like he was doing a call. He didn't want people to think that he was talking alone, it wasn't something they needed to know, anyway.

"Sir?" Jarvis replied.

"Tell me about wormholes."

"A wormhole is a tunnel which connects two points on the time-space, or two parallels universes. The tunnel is on the hyperspace, a dimension produces by a time distortion and gravity force—"

"Has its existence been demonstrated?"

"I fear it has not, sir."

"So, there's no possibility that I have encountered with one this morning?"

"I would dare to say no, sir. However, I would suggest for you to check the speedometer once in a while," Jarvis suggested.

"Yeah, yeah," Tony said nonchalantly. It was a misfortune not having had an encounter with a wormhole. How awesome would that have been? Oh, but, how cool would be being able to travel in time? Or from a dimension to another? And Parallel universes? Hell, the possibilities were limitless and Tony wished to be able to experience them all.

"Oh, god. Is that a Starbucks?" Tony said, stopping mid-way, contemplating the well-known logo.

"It seems like it, sir."

"God bless Capitalism!" Tony threw his hands to the sky, exclaiming in an exaggerated way, walking to the place. It wasn't that surprising; there was a Starbucks in every corner, anyway. "This should be considered as a city."

Tony walked towards the building and waited for the barista to take his order. The reaction of the boy was immediate after hearing his name. That's how people should act when Tony was around. At least now Tony was sure he still was on Earth, and no wormhole had threw him to a dimension where his name didn't make people lose their shit. Thank goodness. Tony ordered a Dark Roast Grande and stood with his arms supported by the bar, wandering about wormholes, again. When he heard a voice calling his name, Tony knew his coffee was ready. He got it, took a sip, thanking all the good things in life for allowing him to fill his coffee-need.

Giving a quick glance around the place, Tony came across with a certain black-haired person he easily recognized, it was the same one who had been ignoring him moments ago on the auditorium and, being the human he was, Tony got closer, walking as if he owned the damn place and put his butt on the chair in front of Loki.

Loki didn't dare to look up neither when he heard the chair moving nor when he heard the creaking noise it made when the other person sat on it, hurting Tony's pride, once again.

Who the hell did he think he was?

If that guy thought ignoring Tony Stark was a great idea, he was really wrong. And Tony wouldn't accept it, so he spoke.

"You are Loki, right?"

The sentence gained a reaction from Loki, making him lift his head from the book which had had him very concentrated and gave Tony a confused glace. As if talking to him was the most unforgivable thing ever.

Before Tony could taste the triumph caused by having made a reaction, Loki hurried into closing the book with a hit –which had more strength than needed-, took it to his chest and raised his coffee cup with his other hand. Then, Loki stood up and started walking away rapidly from the place. Of course, with those legs it must be impossible to walk slowly.

"What the fuck was that?"

Saying that Tony was astonished wasn't enough. He could understand that the first time that guy had been too nervous to spoke to him, that was a pretty normal reaction, actually. That's what you got when your last name was written in so many places. But when he, himself, had been the one to approach him and Loki had ran away completely indignant because he had to share a small space with Tony as if Tony had some kind of viral sickness or as if he was the most unpleasant person in the world –which was saying lie- was something outrageous.

Really, who the hell did that Loki guy thought he was? Besides, Tony didn't even remember him. Maybe they didn't even know each other! And it wasn't like Tony was an expert in remembering faces, or names, or people in general, but if he didn't remember someone, that someone didn't have any right to act as if Tony had done something to them, 'cause if Tony didn't remember, they couldn't blame him for anything. End of the story.

"Sir, I believe your next class is about to start." Tony was interrupted by the voice on his hand.

"Sure. Guide me, Jarv." Tony said drinking the last sip of the coffee he didn't remember to have started drinking, in the first place.

oOo

"Good afternoon, ladies, gentlemen. They call me Phillip Coulson, you may call me Professor Coulson. I will be accompanying you this semester and the ones that follows on Calculus. We have a lot to do, so let us start now."

Tony could have told the class was boring, but it would be saying too little. Why did he have to hear things he already knew? The only thing he wished for was to get off from the classroom and start playing on the labs and workshops. Life wasn't funny anymore since Howard had forbidden Tony to enter the workshop at hom- at the house, the main house. Luckily for him, the owner of Stark Industries didn't have a clue about Jarvis' existence. That could be problematic, at least. Anyway, Tony showed his best concentration mask while he acted as if he was taking notes. How bad would it be to making the teachers dislike you from the first day? Tony was pretty sure it was really bad, so he choose to not do it.

The rest of the classes were just the same and Tony found himself on his car begging to anyone for a mental challenge to interrupt his routine pronto, huh, and he really wanted for him to be able to sneak through the labs. Tony could promise he wouldn't explode something, or at least he could try. Or promise he would try.

Before setting the car into motion, Tony saw from the distance a slim, tall person talking with a blond girl who was a least 7 inches smaller than him and snorted for himself.

"Let's talk about mental challenges."

Turning on the motor, Tony began leaving the parking lot behind, aware that he would have to come back tomorrow, and the next day and the day after and— no, after day it would be Saturday and Tony didn't have to go on Saturdays. Unless he wanted to try and go inside of some labs, but Tony was twelve percent sure it would only bring problems.

Tony drove without looking at the speedometer, much for Jarvis' distress. Wait. Was Jarvis able to feel distress? Or joy? Or anything? Well, that wasn't really important, was it? Whatever the feelings of Jarvis –or lack of- were, after a while Tony got to the house that wasn't actually hi house, but where he needed to live 'cause his house was on New York and, duh, it was just too far from M.I.T. House far meant having to wake up earlier and no, Tony didn't like the idea. And he wasn't in the mood of taking a goddamned plane every day. Tony parked the luxury vehicle and walked towards the front door.

"Jarvis, daddy is back."

Because it didn't matter if Jarvis was with Tony all day on his phone and car, it seemed necessary to greet him every time Tony went inside the house. He was the one who had taken charge into programming Jarvis on the entire place, giving him the capacity of control it all, just how he had wanted to do on the main house. It didn't feel so lonely that way.

"It's great to see you again, sir."

Tony walked directly to the fridge, took a soda and drank a sip while he made his way to the room where one of his laptops were, along with a pair or pens or, like he liked to called it, his office. Tony took a seat on the comfy chair, leaving the can on the desk and turned on the computer.

"Jarv, search info about Loki Friggason."

"Right away, sir."

Seconds later, Tony's stereo began to sound with the music he loved that much. Tony leaned his back on the chair's backrest, looking at the ceiling thinking about how many time could Jarvis remain as a secret, until the British voice interrupted him:

"Sir, I am afraid I would have to communicate you that I could not find any data about Loki Friggason."

"What do you mean with that?"

"What you just heard, sir. The only thing I have access to is his MIT enrollment archive and his current address."

"Did you try to poke around on the national registry?" Tony asked, looking to a camera placed at his left.

"Mrs. Potts forbid me of doing so after the last incident, sir."

"Seems fair," Tony sighed, "Show me that file, anyway."

Tony stretched his body and stood up while the archive downloaded to his computer. Tony supported his hands on the desk, standing in front of the screen with his knees a little bit flexed and his back slightly arched. The monitor showed him Loki's register file and Tony spoke watching the photo, with an amused smile.

"Well, this is going to be interesting."