Author's note: This is my first fic so reviews and comments would be greatly appreciated.

A large figure strutted past Tony in the busy corridor, knocking him and his books to the ground. Still on the floor he whipped around to see who had done this to him but before he did he already knew... Steve Rogers, star quarterback and most popular guy in school. URGH! Tony hated Steve. The quarterback never listened in class, handed in his work on time, or even acknowledged the existence of anyone who wasn't a cheerleader or on the football team. Every girl wanted to date him with his good looks and perfect body.

Tony's best friend, Bruce Banner, noticed him on the floor and rushed over to help him with his books.

"Don't worry Tony, just a few weeks 'til Christmas break, then we don't have to put up with these jocks for another 2 weeks."

"I'm counting down the days" Tony grimaced.

(Later that day)

Tony and Bruce were leaving for home when Stark noticed something was missing.

"Oh shit, I think I left my text book in the lab, I'll see you tomorrow"

"Alright, see ya"

Tony wandered back across the school to get his book; he was in no particular rush as he didn't have a curfew, so he took his time. Plus, the corridors were always much nicer places to be with a severe lack of other people.

When he reached the lab, he thought that he had heard someone inside, so he opened the door carefully and quietly and was, what you could call, shocked at who he saw at one of the desks, hunched over a textbook, quietly muttering what sounded like revision to themselves.

None other than Steve-freaking-Rogers.

Steve quickly noticed the figure standing at the door and turn to face the shorter boy quickly.

"Tony, um, hi. What are you doing here?" he asked nervously.

Tony just gaped. Steve Rogers knew his name. The Steve Rogers. He could feel himself blushing.

"I-I-I just left my textbook over here. I was coming back to get it" He managed to stammer out. "What about you? Why are you here?"

"I've, er, been coming here every day after school to catch up on my work, I've been having trouble and I don't want to fall behind"

"Oh ok. Well, what are you stuck on, maybe I can help?" Tony mentally kicked himself. He sounded so condescending. If Steve didn't hate him before, he sure as hell did now.

"Actually that would help a lot, it was what we were doing last lesson, you know, page 54"

Change mental kick to mental high-five, the most arrogant jock in school was asking him for help, now he could destroy him, and he was going to, until the blond said

"Listen I'm really sorry about earlier, I didn't mean to push you over, I was just really trying to figure out this damn page and I wasn't looking where I was going"

"Thanks, it's ok"

They sat there for hours going over each bit that Steve didn't understand until he was almost as good at it as Tony. The funny thing was that they both actually enjoyed it.

At the end of the evening Steve thanked Tony and said "Look could you please not mention this to anyone, its just I kind of have some friends who wouldn't agree to keeping up with class. I'm really sorry, but thank you again, it's helped a lot. Goodnight"

And with that he left the other teen alone in the lab, looking blank and expressionless, but feeling thoroughly please with himself.