Steve Rogers was your average eighteen year old senior Jock in high school. He was Captain of the Football team, got straight A's in all of his classes, and everyone simply loved him. He was polite, well-mannered, nice, and an all-around wonderful person. People loved being around him and students of all grades and ages enjoyed talking to him. People couldn't hate him because he was so loveable. He loved to draw and he enjoyed reading a good book every now and then. He had an eye for beautiful girls who were also as smart as they were cute.

He'd always assumed he was undeniably, irrevocably straight. That changed when he met his new AP Robotics and Engineering teacher, Mr. Tony Stark.

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Tony Stark was a billionaire. Everybody who was anybody knew this. He owned Stark International and built things in every field, from medicine to (at times) weaponry. He had graduated from college at seventeen and he was considered one of the smartest men on the planet. He could do pretty much whatever he wanted, and didn't have to do much to get what he wanted. He was snarky, sarcastic and also quite a bit of an asshole at time. But once you get to know him, he was a great man. A great man who could have the world on a silver platter if he wanted.

Why he chose a teaching job at a high school no one would ever really know. According to him he actually loved kids but didn't want any of his own at the moment. He wanted to teach high school kids because they would find it a little more fascinating and would understand better. High school kids usually got more into things like that than Elementary and Middle school kids. It was the only explanation he would give, anything else he'd say he wasn't liable to tell.

The first day of school all of his students whispered and marveled at him in awe. It was hard to teach when every question was, "are you really Tony Stark?" or "you're seriously Tony Stark!" and even "can I have your number? No, wait; I'll just give you mine!" It got pretty annoying and he assigned a five page essay on what Robotics and Engineering was, and a ten page one to those who groaned and whined about it. He even threatened one kid they'd have fifteen pages if he remembered correctly.

"Excuse me, Mr. Stark?" someone said. Tony looked up. It was lunch time, and he was enjoying some take out at the moment. He had just dismissed his class to lunch after assigning another five page essay. He recognized the student as Steve Rogers, Captain of the Football Team. He placed his takeout down and sat up, wiping his mouth a bit.

"Hmm?" he hummed.

"I was wondering if you could explain the topics to address in the essay again?" The blond said, one of his books open.

"Yeah, sure. The topics in your essay should be the obvious first, Robotics and Engineering. Then the history for both, and finally the importance of both in society today. Include graphic aids if necessary and I also want the companies that provide the most in that area. You got all that down, kid?" Tony stopped and looked up at him.

Steve was scribbling furiously in his journal, trying to get down everything he'd said. Once he had it all, he looked up at Tony and smiled, "Got it. It's due next class, right?"

"Class after next. Don't work too hard, Rogers, it's an easy paper." Tony patted him on the arm and picked up his take out again. Steve blinked slightly.

"You know my name?" he asked.

"I know all the names of people who actually pay attention. Learned it when I called attendance. Lunch is almost over; you should eat before going to whatever class you have after this one."

Steve stared at Tony for a little longer before nodding and leaving. Tony watched him go and made a mental note not to underestimate Rogers' intelligence. He leaned back in his seat and continued on with his lunch, planning ways to make his classroom a little more robotics friendly. It'll be fun redesigning this room he thought with a little satisfied smirk as he turned to the board and glanced at his blue prints.