The next couple days, Steve and Tony hadn't really saw each other. Contrary to popular belief, college isn't all parties and frat houses. It actually involves work and that can keep anyone busy. It was now the weekend though, and they had planned for their first drawing session today.

The two of them walked down the halls of the dorms, Steve leading the way.

"So, this is the dorm you live in?" Tony asked curiously.

Steve nodded.

"Yep. The good ol' Bearcat dorms. Although I don't actually play sports, I'm a 'team spirit' kind of guy.".

Tony nodded knowingly.

"You seem like it. I'm in the Rosen dorms. I suppose its more science-oriented there.".

Steve was about to state something as he was opening the dorm door, but was interrupted by an arrow flying past his head and into the door across the hall. Tony stared wide-eyed at the arrow and Steve just groaned inside at the other person in their dorm room. The other person was chuckling uncontrollably.

"Sorry there, Rogers! Should've knocked first. You're lucky I was aiming above your height.".

Steve rubbed his face in relief.

"Maybe this wouldn't happen if you actually went out and practiced on the shooting range?".

The other man just shrugged, a smirk on his face as he walked up to the doorway to retrieve his arrow.

"Yeah, but there are always so many people out there though. Don't wanna risk shooting someone. Lawsuits and all.".

The man looked at Tony for a second and then back to Steve.

"Who's the guy?".

Steve nudged Tony in the shoulder, snapping him out of his miniature daze.

"He's helping me out with my project." Steve looked at Tony and gestured towards the other man.

"Tony, this is my roommate Clint.".

Clint extended a hand to Tony, which he hesitantly accepted for a hand shake.

Clint let loose a small grin as he shook hands.

"Most people call me Hawk.". He turned and lightly smacked Steve in the shoulder.

"I'll leave ya to your project thing. I'm going to go meet up with Natasha in the gym.".

Steve grinned at his roommate.

"Don't let her kick your butt too terribly this time, alright?!".

Clint yelled back as he walked away.

"THAT WAS ONE TIME!"

Tony just watched Clint as he left, an eyebrow raised.

"Is he normally like that?" he asked curiously.

"Always." Steve replied. He motioned for Tony to come inside.

"No one calls him Hawk, by the way. Himself maybe, but no one else.".

Tony grinned lightly.

"I figured by the way you of face-palmed when he mentioned it.".

The 2 stepped inside and Steve motioned to his side of the room.

"Welcome to my humble abode." Steve said somewhat blandly. His side of the room was less than bland however. There were papers covered in sketches EVERYWHERE, with a few small painting canvases in the mix. Tony just stood there looking around, trying to take everything in.

Steve took his standing as a sign that Tony didn't know where to sit. He started rustling papers around.

"Sorry! Let me just clear a spot here...".

Tony sat down on the floor in the spot Steve cleared. Steve shortly followed suit, sketchpad in hand.

It was silent for a moment until Tony broke the silence.

"So... What are we doing?".

Steve quickly looked back at Tony, as if he just realized Tony was even there.

"Oh! Um, right now I guess we're just going to talk, and depending on the subject I am going to sketch out your different facial expressions to later decide which ones to use for the project.".

"Okay...?". Tony sounded unsure.

"It'll be fine." Steve reassured. "We'll start with simple emotions. Let's see, what sort of things make you happy? Like maybe some happy memories?".

Tony caught on and thought about it. He gathered a collection in his mind and filtered out memories he didn't feel comfortable sharing with someone he barely knew. Finally he settled on one he was willing to share.

"Well, one memory would have to be when I completed DUM-E.".

Steve looked at Tony with confusion.

"Dummy?" he asked the brunette.

Tony continued.

"DUM-E. D-U-M- hyphen E, in all caps. He's one of the robots that I built before MIT. He isn't too bright, but he's a sweetheart for lack of a better term.".

Steve listened intently, still a little confused on how a robot could be personified, but he was amused by the thought at least.

"I built him to enter in a contest." The brunette stated.

"He was made to help around with different tasks around the workshop. I won first place with him in the contest, and I remember how proud my mother was. I could tell she was truly proud of me. That smile kept me going on to create some of my other inventions...".

Steve looked at Tony only to see a gentle, warm smile on his face. He quickly made a rough sketch of the expression before speaking.

"Parents usually have that effect, especially moms." Steve said confidently.

"I don't know what I would do without mine. She's pretty much all I have.".

"Sorry if this is too personal," Tony said hesitantly "but what about your dad?"

Steve shot Tony a look that said that it was a perfectly fine question to ask.

"I never really got to know him." the blonde said carefully.

"He was in the service when I was little, so I didn't get to see him much anyway. But something happened, an explosion they told us, and he never came back home.".

Steve reached into his shirt for the chain around his neck. Attached to the chain were a set of dog tags.

"These and a few pictures are all I really have of him, save for the few small memories from when I was little.".

Tony looked back at Steve sympathetically.

"I bet that your dad was great guy. At least you know that he actually wanted to come home and see you and your mother.".

Steve nodded agreeably.

"I suppose so. What about your old man, if you don't mind me asking?".

Tony's face turned into one of slight disgust.

"I don't particularly care for the guy, or rather he doesn't really care for me. The man works here at the university and doesn't even bother to TRY and see me.".

"Your dad works here?" Steve asked curiously.

"What does he do?".

Tony scoffed and spoke with a sarcastic tone.

"He's Mr. Big and Bad Dean Stark.".

Steve's eyes went wide. Tony seemed to surprise him far too often.

"Your dad's the DEAN? What are you gonna tell me next, that you're a long lost prince of some country whose name I can't even pronounce?". Steve was only half-kidding at that last statement. Tony only chuckled.

"I wish. Of course that would be a little overkill, huh?".

"Well," Tony continued "I really don't care if he is the dean or not. The only reason I'm here is because he enrolled me in to have a major in business.".

Steve looked confused.

"But you said you were majoring here in Physics.".

"I am." Tony stated, a smirk growing on his face.

"I hacked into the school's system and changed it to Physics.".

Steve shook his head and chuckled.

"So, you're also a hacker? Are you trying to become a super villain or something?".

"Nah, maybe more like a loose-cannon superhero. Super Villains never really get a chance to win. They do have some pretty cool facial hair though.". Tony started to over-dramatically stroke his chin with his last statement, leaving Steve in a small fit of laughter.

The blonde quietened his laughter and started to speak again.

"You've got me there, but I am more of a tried-and-true superhero guy myself. My all-time favorite is Captain America.".

Steve saw as Tony's face seemed to light up in excitement.

"Man, he was my absolute favorite growing up!".

Tony did a small salute and spoke with a dramatic announcer voice.

"The Star Spangled Man With a Plan. Standing up for people and freedom across the nation! Unafraid to sock ol' Adolf on the Jaw!".

They both started laughing at Tony's absurdity.

When things settled down, Steve started to speak again.

"Man, he was great. I used to collect the comic books all the time. I remember one year on Halloween, I think I was six, my mom made me an all-out Captain America costume. She even helped me paint up a shield made out of a trash can lid. I thought it was the coolest thing ever, tossing it around and pretending to knock out Nazis.".

Steve started to chuckle a little embarrassed at the next part. He covered his face with his hand.

"My mom said I would even march around singing the song.".

Tony started to chuckle loudly.

"Oh my God, seriously?" He said in the middle of his chuckle.

Steve nodded, admitting to his statement.

"Every single line. Ma thought it was the cutest thing ever. Lord knows if I could even remember it all now.".

Tony looked at Steve and grinned.

"Y'know, you seem to be real comfortably open with people. Wish I could do that."

Steve just grinned and shrugged.

"Its only because I'm a terrible liar, so I figure its just better to be open and honest with people instead of getting caught up in a lie. And you seem pretty open when you're talking with me.".

Tony wore a small smile.

"Probably because, other than my roommate, you are the first human being other than my parents that I've ever really gotten to talk and hang out with.".

Steve warmly smiled at the younger man. He thought to himself that this whole thing might be good for the both of them.

Then Tony's face blanked for a second.

"Speaking of roommate, what time is it?".

Steve looked at his clock.

"Its about seven. Why?".

"Oh man, I gotta go.". The brunette rose from sitting quickly, grabbing his things. Steve looked at Tony with slight worry in his eyes.

Tony felt a little bad for making Steve look worried.

"Sorry. Firefly starts at seven. I watch it with Bruce, Its sort of a 'roommate bonding' type thing. I'll see you tomorrow?".

Steve nodded his response. Tony smirked at him as he was leaving.

"See you later, Captain.".

As the door closed, the blonde felt a light blush fill his cheeks.