Steve, a twenty-one year old who had just recently decided to break out from his three year retirement from school and enrolled into Holten College. He was proud that he was accepted since that was a tough college to get into. Although, while he was in high school he was a straight A student and his state tests had a high score, but Steve couldn't help but think that a factor of his enrollment was due to the fact that his father had recently passed away while on duty. When he heard the news, Steve wanted to join the military right away, but to be honest, he didn't really know why he wanted to all of a sudden. Maybe he wanted to show his mother that he was just as strong as his father or maybe it was for another reason. Before Steve could even have the chance to enlist, his mother had begged him to not go through with it, saying that she didn't want to risk losing her only child, and that's when Steve decided that he wanted to go to college instead.
The college campus was quite a way from home, so Steve had to take up on the option of using the colleges' dorms. Not that Steve minded that he had to live in the dorms, it was just going to be a big change from living at home. It broke his heart to see that his mother was crying before he left, but she had reassured him over and over that they were tears of happiness. The way Steve looked at this, he wanted to make his mother proud of him and doing this was going to do just that.
Steve let out a nervous sigh when he parked his red 1987 Honda Prelude in the dorms parking lot next to the building that was going to be his. He stared at the building for a few minutes before turning off his car and unbuckling his seat belt. It was time to get inside.
He grabbed the two boxes and the backpack that had his stuff in them and walked up to the building. Someone held the door opened for him, he nodded his thanks and walked down the hallway. Thankfully his room was on the first floor and didn't have to carry the heavy boxes up the stairs. According to the woman who works with the dorms, Steve was going to have a roommate, well, that was going to be fun.
Steve set the boxes down next to the door of his new room and unlocked it. He was starting to get nervous again when he walked into the room, he didn't see anybody else there. It was a Sunday and Steve did expect his roommate to be there, unless he may have had a morning class or something. Maybe he was at work if he had a job.
The door slowly closed behind Steve which he didn't pay any mind to since he assumed that it was the type of door that closed on its own if left opened too long. After he set the boxes back down, someone came up behind him and jumped onto his back, causing Steve to let out a yelp of surprise. He tried fighting off whoever was attacking him, but they leaped over his back and landed on the old, beat up couch. Steve looked shocked and confused at what just happened.
"Hey, what's up?" The man who had to be his roommate greeted Steve with a smirk on his face.
He had to be only a year or two younger than Steve was. He had brown hair and big brown eyes to match and it looked like he was starting to grow a beard. The smirk he was wearing gave Steve the idea that he was always causing mischief. He was wearing a large, red hoodie with a AC/DC shirt underneath it and black jeans.
"What'd you do that for?" Steve said as he was readjusting his shirt.
"My name's Anthony Stark, but everyone calls me Tony." He ignored Steve's question, reaching down to the cooler next to the couch and took out a beer. "Want one?" He held out another can of beer.
"No, thanks, Tony."
"Suit yourself," Tony said with a shrug when he opened up his own beer can. "What about you? What's your name?"
"Uh," Steve stammered.
"I don't think your name is 'uh.' I mean, if it is I'm so sorry to hear that-"
"Steve," he said quickly, "Steve Rogers." He held out his hand to Tony who looked confused at the formality.
"I don't like touching people I don't know," Tony said as he stood up. "Okay, look. Your room is right there." He pointed at the closed door that was across the room. "Mine is right here." He jabbed a thumb behind his shoulder to the opened door room that looked extremely messy. "Don't touch anything in my room, because I don't need you going to the hospital because I wasn't here to supervise you."
Steve's eyes went wide. "Hospital? What do you mean by that?"
"Oh, yeah, I guess I should explain. No, it's not drugs if that's what you're thinking. I mean, I could make drugs if I wanted- you know what, this is starting to sound bad. I'm here for physics and engineering, so I have a lot hardware stuff laying around which could be, in fact, dangerous and I don't want you messing that up."
"Er, okay. I'll keep that in mind."
"Don't be shy about taking anything either, but the rule is, if you eat the last of the chocolate you gotta go out and buy more. Also, don't worry about me getting in your way, apparently I'm always locked up in my room according to my friends. Which honestly I don't think is true, but Nat and Bruce haven't steered me wrong once."