A/N: Well hi! I've been away from fanfic for quite some time but I'm back! Found this crossover story in my documents and when I saw it was actually completed, I decided to upload it. I don't think it had much of a plot or anything. Just random AU college retardedness. Anyways, hope you enjoy!

Disclaimer: I do not own anything, okay, I get it. Cause if I did, I don't think I'd be writing fanfics. I'd be somewhere walking down a red carpet. So yea.

Chapter One

The sun was setting by the time that damn class finally let out. Who knew majoring in what you love could be so stressful? Well, they did say college wasn't easy. As I made my way across the dying leaf field, I bumped into one of my dorm mates. Tony Stark was the smartest person in this school. Well, one of the smartest. I'm not writing myself off just yet. Though unlike me, Tony is double-majoring. His first is some weird science that I don't give two rats-asses to understand. The second he shares with me, mechanics. So long as I have my hands on something metal I feel at peace. Whereas everyone's stress balls are these weird plush or marble things, mine is a bullet I made myself.

Tony was smart and handsome, but he was a laid back slacker. He didn't feel the need to waste his time studying. Instead he ordered a pie of pizza every Wednesday and Friday along with downing a few beers. Other than that he spent most of his spare time on his laptop which he made himself and worked on his independent study. At the moment he was complaining about his last class. I looked at him, raised an eyebrow and patted him on the back. "Stark, you didn't go to that class today." I grinned as he looked at me and rolled his eyes.

"And how do you know that, Lensherr?" He asked, raising an eyebrow and crossing his arms.

Laughing a bit I looked down to kick some leaves and then looked at him with a serious expression. "Because you have that class with me, dumbass! And I just came from it."

Looking up to the sky, Tony debated the situation over in his mind and then looked at his watch. "Oh." He said and simply shrugged his shoulders, dropping the matter.

We made it to the dorm building and I headed straight up to my room and flopped down on my bed. My roommate was already there, cramming in his books and papers scattered everywhere. I could feel his eyes on me as I kept my face in my pillow and kicked off my shoes. "That bad huh?" He asked.

I nodded and turned to get some air. "Steve, I hate school. Why did I come to college?" I asked him.

He went back to his paperwork as he spoke. "We've been over this many times, Erik. Education is important." There is a lot more to this speech but he stopped when he heard me sigh from the bed. "You just had a long day. Relax buddy."

Steve Rogers wasn't the smartest guy in school, but he sure was a favorite of the league. When I had met Steve back in high school he was this scrawny kid who everyone picked on. I took him under my wing and we were best friends ever since. Tony came in our junior year. By our senior year, not only had the transfer student, Thor, joined our crew, but Steve shot up and bulked up. It was then that Steve was finally able to force me to take that after school anger management class where I met Bruce. He'd been at the same school with us since our freshman year, but no one spoke to him and he preferred to be alone. Though once I introduced him to the group, he warmed up and became our friend. Thus you now have the history of our weird crew. How we all managed to make it to this high standard college together, I have no idea.

Back to Steve, the all American scholar. He managed to major in business like he wanted and be on the varsity football team. And I mean the one you actually kick with your feet. You Americans calling it soccer. Whatever. Thor, who shared a dorm with Tony and Bruce, was also on the team. As for Steve and I's room, we still had one bed empty. Looking to the empty bed I stared at it for a while. It's only the second week of school. Someone can still occupy that bed. If it's a month later then it's a free bed that will most likely hold Steve and I's belongings. I hate putting things in drawers. I hate folding. Steve likes to keep his things neat, but at moments like this where he was just too busy, he'd disregard cleanliness and throw clothes and belongings around. "Do you think anyone will room with us?" I asked, sitting up and resting my back against the wall.

Not taking his eyes off his work he replied. "No one thinks about rooming with you. I was forced." He giggled as he put his pen between his teeth and flipped through the mass book in his hands.

Rolling my eyes I ravaged through my own back pack and pulled out the mass amount of homework. All this and it's just the second week. Looking from the work to the door I sighed. "Think Stark has any more beers?"

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The next morning it was as though every tree shook itself to have all the dead leaves fall to the floor. Kicking through the ankle deep piles, my friends and I headed to the cafeteria. Thor however walked as though it was solid ground while the rest of us had to lift our feet. He's really freaking tall. Bruce cursed under his breath at Mother Nature, receiving a pat on the back from Tony. "Just be glad it's not snow." He said, trying to reassure an angering Bruce.

"Yet." Bruce added, shoving his hands in his pocket and pulling out his green glow-in-the-dark stress ball. "Autumn's here quite early this year." He said, finally calmed.

I nodded and turned to face the two. "Do you two science major nerds have an explanation?" Steve giggled at my remark at the two, quickly stopping when Bruce glared at him.

Tony faked a laugh as he threw an arm over my shoulder. "No. But I'm sure there is one. Remind me to give you the full lecture when I find out."

"Fuck off." I growled at him. Now he was really laughing.

Entering the building it smelled of warm oatmeal and coffee. My stomach rumbled at the coffee and I quickly rushed in line to get a cup. Thor followed swiftly after, already angry at the fact that there is a line to begin with. This group has anger issues. We finally made it to the front of the line and taking the coffee pot, the loving coffee bean smell hit my nose and warmed my hands. I loved mornings like this. Cold outside, warm inside, and a nice cup of coffee. Adding three sugars we headed over to the table Bruce currently occupied. "What did you get?" I asked, throwing my backpack to the ground and taking the seat across from him.

He slammed his spoon into his bowl and then lifted it. "I think its oatmeal. Smells like it."

"It looks like donkey shit." Thor said before downing his bowling hot coffee.

Rolling his eyes, Bruce pushed the plate away and picked up the small package at his side. "Least I took a muffin." He got up from his seat. "Imma go get coffee."

As he left, Tony and Steve took their seats. Steve ate a lot for his athletic standards. So he had a bowl of oatmeal, three pancakes, scrambled eggs, sausage and bacon, and toast bread. With it he drank milk, orange juice, and a full half gallon of water. Back in the day, I don't think all of that could have fit in him. Now, well he's eaten more during dinner. Tony on the other hand had a banana and a bottle of water. This was the only time of day he ate healthy. After his first class he'll have a box of donuts, then during lunch some pizza and beer. His free time consist of him at the gym for about three hours. After his last class possibly some more beer and pizza. He looked at me and tossed over his banana peel. "What's your schedule today?" He asked me.

I threw his banana peel back at him, missing horribly and hit Steve instead. Yelling a quick apology, I turned my attention back to Tony. "What's it to you?"

"I need to know if I can use you." He stated bluntly.

Whatever he meant by that got me to spill my schedule. "Engineering first class. Break. Then math, mechanics, science, break, engineering."

"Twice?" Steve asked, half of his meal has vanished.

I nodded. "Yeah, engineering is a pain. But it's what I signed up for."

Thor laughed his loud laugh as Bruce rejoined us at the table. "It's only a pain because you already know everything Mr. Metal!" He shoved my shoulder which almost caused me to fly off my chair. He laughed again at the action and patted me on the back. A very painful pat might I add.

Nodding, Tony thought over my schedule. "What are you doing on your breaks?" He asked, eyeing me carefully. I shrugged my shoulders in response and he smiled. "Good! You shall join me in the lab!" He smiled and nodded as he took his water bottle and drank the rest.

Shaking my head frantically I slammed my now empty coffee cup on the table. "No! Stark, no!" He looked at me with a questioning gaze. "I refuse to help you in any more of your experiments." Absently I picked the empty coffee cup back up.

Tony frowned and folded his hands, prayer style. "Please?! I promise it won't be like last time!" He pouted at me.

Biting the inside of my lip I thought it over. I could spend my free time at the gym working out or at the library studying. But Tony and that face. I sighed loudly and grunted. "Fine!" I yelled and looked into my empty coffee cup. "I'm getting more coffee." As a result to my getting up, I became the garbage man, taking everyone's empty plates and trays over to the drop off. Before I could head over to refill my coffee I glanced at the exit door and saw an interesting sight. Through the glass I could see a new student. How did I know the person was new you ask? The person had luggage and a cheap map of the school the main office gives you.

He didn't look that tall from where I stood. Not too scrawny but not all that built. Descent. The man looked up and around then back at the paper. Disregarding my original task at hand, I tossed the empty cup into a trash can and made my way to the exit. Opening the door caught the other male's attention and we made eye contact. His eyes were breathtaking. A gorgeous unbelievably light blue. Catching my attention quickly I looked to his luggage. "Need help?" I asked.

He smiled at me and sighed. "That would be fantastic." That voice and lovely accent was like a slap in the face. It was hot.

"British?" I asked as I took his luggage into my hands, kind of showing off the fact that I could handle a lot.

His smile never vanished as he spoke. "Yes, though I grew up in New York." He pointed to the map. "I'm trying to get to this building."

As he pointed to the map I smiled at him. "I know exactly where that is. My room is there." I started walking toward the building exit as I spoke.

"Is it now? Well I guess I'll be seeing a lot of you." He followed me and looked down as he spoke.

"I sure hope so." I held out my hand to him. "I'm Erik by the way. Erik Lensherr."

As he took my hand I couldn't help but feel his warmth. His skin was so soft and his hand fit perfectly in mine. "Charles Xavier." He introduced. "You're German, yes?" He asked afterwards, grabbing the last and only bag left.

"Ja, ich bin Deutsche. It's nice to meet you, Charles." I responded. He gave me a smile and I had to look away. Walking toward the dorm was full of conversation. He was majoring in a science I never heard of. Genetic mutation, whatever that is. I looked over his schedule, saddened that we shared no class together and even our break times were different. But we were in the same building when it mattered so that seemed promising. When we made it to the building we headed into the elevator and I clicked my floor unintentionally. "Sorry!" I quickly said as the elevator started moving. "What floor?" I asked obviously too late.

He looked to his slip and then at the elevator buttons, nodding to the lit one. "That's it." He said a tad bit low, I don't know if I was meant to hear it. Then he turned and smiled at me. "You got it right. I take it you live on the same floor?"

Now I had to stop and think this through. As far as I know every room on that floor is filled. Except mine. Smiling at him in return, I leaned against the elevator wall and crossed my arms. "And I presume its room Eighteen F2?" I watched as he looked at me with raised eyebrows.

"Are you a mind reader?! It is!" He giggled.

That giggle was beautiful. I gave a small laugh myself. "It's the only room on that floor that has one last empty bed." I took out my key. "And it's also my room." The elevator door opened and I picked up the luggage once more, quickly leading him to the room.

At this moment I wish I would have known he was coming. That way I would have cleaned up. Oh well, can't change that. Unlocking the door and kicking it open I stepped inside first and placed his bags down onto his bed. He walked in, looked around and smiled. "It's cozy." He said, looking at me. "Well it's nice to meet you roommate." He held out his hand to me and I was all too eager to take it into my own once more. "I'm glad we got off on a good foot."

Charles smiled up at me and I simply smiled in return. I couldn't wait to get to know this guy more and more. He was interesting and good looking. I'll keep saying it over and over. "Yes, I agree. My best friend is the other roommate. You'll meet him as well." I looked to my watch. "Well, my class starts soon and I left my stuff in the cafeteria."

Nodding, Charles looked to his own schedule. "Yes, alright. I get to stay and unpack before my first class. See you later then, Erik."

"Yes, later Charles." I stepped out of the room, closing the door behind me. There was a knotting in my stomach. An unpleasant one as though I've forgotten something and my excitement over the new guy was troublesome. But unable to put my finger on what it was I simply brushed it off. Getting into the elevator and then out the building I found myself running back to where my friends were. Once there I rushed over to the table where they were just about to leave. Steve had my bag slung over his shoulder.

He gestured to me with a questioning gaze. "Where the fuck did you go?!" Steve yelled as I ran up to his side.

Tony patted Steve on the shoulder and gazed up at him with a serious expression. "Now Steve that is no way for our all American hero to speak." He gave a small smirk. He is quite the joker.

Steve turned to look at him. "Shut up, Stark! And why are you always touching people?!" He turned his eyes back upon me. "Where did you go buddy?"

I gave him my biggest smile. "I just met our new roommate."