As soon as Tony left the room, Steve fell asleep. It wasn't even late, 7o'clock at the most, but he supposed that his little journey had exhausted him. Shockingly, he didn't dream that night. Perhaps it was the distance between his old life and this new world, but his recurring nightmares of his mother's death didn't touch him once.
The next morning, Steve woke up to music that could only be described as 'loud' blasting from the room next to his, Tony's presumably. Steve sat up groggily, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes as he remembered where he was once again. The future.
He crawled out of bed, grabbing the blanket and wrapping it around himself to protect him from the cold. He stumbled into the kitchen, to see Tony idly flipping pancakes over the stove, wearing nothing but boxer shorts. Steve blushed, staring at him in confusion as the older man flipped one of the pancakes. "Tony." He finally said, somewhat nervously.
The dark haired man jerked in shock, spinning around to meet Steve's eyes. "Jesus, Rogers!" he exclaimed. "Warn a guy next time." He said. "S-sorry." Steve muttered, not meeting Tony's eyes. "I…I was just-" he trailed off. "What, just admiring the view?" he teased. Steve blushed furiously. "What? No. I was just…I mean- you woke me up with your music." He said defensively. Tony gave him an apologetic smile. "Sorry, Steve. I was just…getting ready for class." He explained
Steve raised an eyebrow. "Class?" he asked. Tony nodded. "Yeah. I take classes at the local college. I just live here." He explained. Steve gave him a smile. "Really? What's college like?" he asked. Tony rolled his eyes. "Tiring." Steve chuckled to himself. Finally, after a pause he asked, "Can I come?"
Tony gave him a look of skepticism. "Um…I guess. If you want. Professor probably wouldn't notice. Why would you want to?" he asked incredulously. "Well…I graduated high school early, just a few months ago." He explained. "And I was planning to go on to the army afterwards, to help with the war effort but…there's no war anymore." He explained softly.
Tony smirked. "Yeah, guess not. We won, if that makes you feel any better." He said. Steve smiled. "It kind of does, actually." He admitted. "Great. So you're not going to come to my school then?" he said hopefully. "I'm definitely coming now that you said that." He replied with a smirk. Tony rolled his eyes. "Dickhead." He grumbled. Steve gave him a confused, embarrassed look. "Sorry, what did you just call me?" he asked incredulously. "You heard me, dickhead." Tony replied, looking back at his pancakes, which were now beginning to burn.
Steve shook his head in disgust, and went off to find Howard to ask if he could go to school with Tony. His days of Howard watching him while his mother was away hadn't worn off.
He knocked on the door to the basement workshop quietly, hoping he wasn't disturbing Howard. "Steve? Come in" he called. Steve obliged, walking into the workshop. "Hello Howard." He said with a smile. "I was just…wondering if it would be alright if I went to school with Tony today." He said, giving Howard a hopeful look. Howard have him a small smile. "Well I don't see why not." He said. "Although I would advise you not to take anything Tony tells you about modern school too seriously. He likes to tease." Howard said. Steve nodded. "Don't worry." He said "I'll be fine."