Well... ta-da i guess, i managed to write all of this in the last week. ALL HAIL LONG BUS JOURNEYS! Anyway here's the first chapter and it is only in Tony's POV to start with, just my way of setting up the characters for the AU, i really hope you like this and in no way is this meant to be an actual student-teacher fling, just a coincidence that their both at the same college at the same time. Big thanks to Shannon (a-citizen-of-asgard) for being so helpful in getting me to write this and giving it a once over :D

Twenty months. Twenty months since Tony has seen his parents alive, that car crash was the worst thing to have happened in his life but he didn't have the time to mourn back that. He'd been in his final year of MIT at the time of their death and of course he needed to get the exams done (or his dad would've been rolling in his grave at the news of him failing college). So he did what every Stark before him had done; bottle up all his feelings and don't think about the loss again.

Easier said than done.

Everything was going fine, he'd graduated summa cum laude from MIT with two degrees in Physics and Engineering, then made it through the summer by going on vacation with Rhodey. But then he came 'home'. Well home in Tony's mind was away from the Long Island mansion he'd grown up in. Far away. With his inheritance money he'd bought a huge area of land on the Malibu Coast and had a mansion built on the cliff during his last months of college. The first time he'd entered the mansion after vacation with his best friend he realised how much of a bad idea it was, all of his belongings had been moved from the east coast mansion to here, and that included his parent's things which remained in the storage boxes at the back of the living room, sifting through the objects would just bring back too many memories that he refused to even move the boxes into storage.

Then December 17th rolled around for the first time since the accident. For a whole year he'd not thought of them once which was quite the achievement in his mind, and that day he'd tried so hard to keep his mind off his dead parents but at eighteen years old that was hard and looking upon the unsorted boxes was the worst thing he could've done. His guards cracked his emotions slowly making their way through as the memories of the few good times he'd had with his parents. But then his walls crumbled to dust, he was holding a photograph of his and his mother his fingers moved over the grainy image of her face, Maria Carbonell-Stark was the best mother he could've asked for she treated him like the child he was not somebody gifted with supreme genius. She taught him the things that he wanted to learn for fun and not because he found it easy, she made him learn Italian and piano both of which he loved it aided in keeping his mind on the creative side not just the technical.

All of the memories of him having 'secret' conversation with his mother in front of his father as a way to improve his spoken Italian as well as explaining to her the things that Howard had done to piss him off again. His mother was his everything and now she was gone for good. Tony broke down crying like the child he was to hell with him being eighteen it didn't matter he would always be his mother's son.

Back to the present, Tony Stark was nearing twenty years and for the last twelve months he'd been helping out as an 'assistant' lecturer-come-teacher at the University of California. A year out of MIT left him bored he'd added his own technology into his mansion including a prototype AI 'butler' to aid in the running of the property, but then the boredom had struck he still wasn't old enough to take over a CEO at Stark Industries (another reason fro him having permanent residence in Malibu, the HQ was in the Los Angeles) so to fill his time he was passing on his knowledge. At first his 'class' had been sceptical about a nineteen year old teaching eighteen year olds as technically he should've still been in college not teaching it with two degrees behind him however being pretty much the same age as them meant that he was able to connect with them more easily than the older professors could. The only problem that being the Tony Stark had led to less questions about the lessons and more about his lifestyle and his plan for the company.

After his first year he'd gained quite a bit of respect from the students and they'd adjusted to the fact that someone a year their senior was perfectly capable of teaching them what they needed to know, Tony himself was really happy about being able to teach his two classes again for their second year. But it was summer break after than first year and that meant nothing to do well nothing of high importance since he wasn't running a company, there was the Hot Rod in his workshop to tinker with if he was in a mechanical/engineering mood, or better yet he could sort out software kink in his AI that he was yet to name.

In short if he wasn't tinkering then he was getting wasted (thanks to a fake ID and a little facial hair) and getting laid pretty much every other night. Not that he actually wanted to, unlike a lot of people sex wasn't constantly on his mind but it turned out that sleeping around gave him a 'good' image other than the son of The Great Howard Stark, he hated being known only for his parentage, he needed something else to make him famous to be more than a child genius. Sex was really just something to relieve his boredom, okay, yes it felt nice enough but there was never any feeling to it and he could never get a girlfriend because they were under the impression that it was a one night only thing; his conquests were half plastic and had the IQ of plankton (not in the least appealing to him really) and let's be honest who wants to dare a world renowned playboy? Sex gave his hands and brain something to do, driving a bimbo crazy was a lot like tinkering with an engine; tighten a bolt here and it won't work, grope to the ass at the wrong time the slap to the face. Tony had a very mechanical mind he couldn't help but see his conquests as machines actually… he cared more for machines than them.

The summer of '94 had passed mercifully quickly and the was due to start teaching again at the college, the only date he wasn't looking forward too was September 28th, on his twentieth birthday he'd be teaching his class and no doubt he'd get some cheesy as fuck party with hats and cake and confetti; 'fuck me' were the words that immediately came to mind. It wasn't that he disliked his birthday he just didn't like a big fuss being made, a night out boozing with Rhodey was plenty enough for him but that wouldn't be happening since his best/only friend had gone off to join the Air Force and the twenty-five year old found it hard to schedule when his time off base would be. Last year they'd been lucky to get the weekend before his birthday off. Though it wasn't likely to happen again.

The first week back had gone well Tony still only had the two classes to teach and that took up eight hours of his time a week, not bad in his opinion it gave him time to read a few post-graduate books he did love expanding his knowledge and as heir to the America's most valuable weapon company he needed to know a fair bit for designing new weapons of mass destruction. The library was his home during the days he was needed on campus but didn't have to teach, he was mainly needed in case students required help with their course or assignments. And that's where he was headed now, he'd just taught his engineers class which might've consisted of talking shit about some of the professors since some of them did have sticks up their arses and were quite snotty about someone so much younger being able to teach better than themselves.

At this time of day the halls were quite barren with only a couple of students dotted along the corridors, finding their lockers more interesting than other people Tony couldn't judge though as he himself was caught up in his own little world, reading through his AI's code whom he'd recently named Jarvis (after the butler in his childhood home Edwin Jarvis) using the mobile phone he'd created for himself that was decades beyond te present technology; touch sensitive screen, 'futuristic' graphics, the whole sci-fi works. His train of thought was going at a speed close to that of life as he started to add in a 'voice' for Jarvis that sounded less automated message and more like a sophisticated Briton.

That's when that happened.

His phone was out of his hands and in the air before he knew it then he saw it drop to the floor joining all these books and papers that had magically appeared from nowhere.

"Shit, shit, shit!" His words were frantic and at a little higher pitch than they should be for a man his age, his attempt to save the device from smashing against the hard tiled ground. He succeeded which was a relief because that phone had taken him months to develop and he was no clue how durable it was to collisions with hard surfaces. Once he'd rescued his mobile he lifted his head to the source of this unwanted drama, okay maybe he should've looked where he was going but he was sure it was the other person's fault too. His gaze rested on the figure in front of him ready to give them a right lecture on looking where they were going…

Oh.

So one chapter done... many to go, the next will hopefully be put up in the next week or so *prays that my muse stays* please read and review any criticism is appreciated.