AN: Yes, I know I shouldn't be writing this when I have a million other fics to update :) But I love this AU and I just needed to put the twist on it.

Yeah, yeah, I know that yes, my OTP is Science Bros, not Stony.

Tony glanced up as his mum entered the room, but quickly turned his attention back to whatever damn piece of school shit he was working on. He never bothered because even a pitiful amount of effort impressed the teachers. Sometimes he actually hated being smart and just wanted to be normal. But then again, he'd actually have to work to pass school if he were normal.

Ignoring his mum was usually the better choice, because when she came in, she wanted something, and when she wanted something, from Tony at least, she usually got it because she was the person paying all those psychologists to stay away from him and that was something Tony wanted very much indeed. But when he ignored her, she'd presume he was working on something important and she'd leave him alone and hopefully forget about whatever she wanted from him. That was how he worked with his mum, she didn't really bother or love him beyond doing him a favour, and he didn't really care about or love her except for that she was doing him a favour.

"Tony, I need to talk to you about something."

Damn, he couldn't ignore that. "Yeah?"

"I don't think that this town is working out for you." Her voice sounded...genuinely concerned. Huh. That was new.

"What do you mean? I think it's working out fine. I'm top of my class."

"Tony, don't pretend that you care about this place. Don't pretend that you're even trying in class, because I know you aren't. Your report doesn't reflect your grades and I've had a few concerned phone calls from your form tutor. She says you don't even talk to people at school. I think you need a change."

"I'm in the middle of term, Mum. There's no point changing because I won't have learnt what they have at the new place yet."

"Tony, you obviously don't think I look at you at all. I've seen you read all of your text books at least five times. You could probably recite them in your sleep."

Tony sighed. "I don't like changing all the time, Mum. Do you know how many times I've introduced myself at the front of a class over the last year? Eight times."

"Well, let's make it nine, Tony. I have the place already. The town is called Showfeal. It's in L.A."

"That's where the vampire attacks were last week, Mum. It has the fifth highest vampire population in America."

"I know, Tony. But we have a house there. I'm sending you to live there by yourself. You're a responsible boy."

"I'm thirteen."

"You're not stupid. Pack your bags, you're leaving on Saturday."

The moment his mum left the room, Tony threw his homework book at the wall. It hit it with a loud thud. "Fuck." Tony cursed, pacing the space in tight circles. "At least there'll be some adventure, I guess."