A/N: Well, the past two chapters were about either of our boys but now it is the meeting time. *suspense music* How will it go?

The Italian writing are either thoughts or flashbacks.

The young Stark wandered down the college hallways with a obviously sad look on his face. Today was the day when he had to meet his new project partner that he was more than sure that was only another idiot. Another idiot like the one from last year. One that didn't even knew what an atom was. For God sakes, how did those peoples even entered the MIT. Really it was frustrating.

Tony looked down at his clothes once again. He wore a dark purple button up shirt that was in a perfect contrast with his skin color and that made him look even more mature and serious than he ever looked. In the lower half, he wore a pair of black jeans that was fitting his body perfectly with a pair of black sport shoes. He glance over at his hand in which he held a carpet on which the name of Stark Industries could be seen written with capital and white letters. He stole it from his father that morning but that didn't mattered anyways.

'Physics class…' he muttered under his breath as he stopped in front of the hard wood door. He let out a last sigh before his hand almost involuntarily gripped the door knob and pulled it down before he pushed the door open.

The first thing he saw in the room was his mathematics teacher, Mrs. Smith. Her blonde locks were caught up in a professional bun with only one strand of hair hanging on each side of her face. Her reading glasses seemed much cleaner than usual and that surprised Tony in a pleasant way. He always wondered how that woman could see if she always wore those dirty reading glasses. Her dress was the usual grey one that was a bit too tight on her tummy thing that she miserably tried to hide with the carpet she held in her hand.

Next to her, a young boy, not older but not younger than seventeen stood up at Tony's entrance. He was dressed in a perfectly adjusted white shirt that was barely visible because of the suit jacket he wore over it. On his lower half he had a pair of black, apparently fabric, trousers that were probably a few numbers bigger than him. The same as the rest of his clothes anyways. He, too, wore reading glasses. Tony could see that the frame color was a light shade of gold and that made a smile form on his lips. He always loved the gold color.

But there was something strange about the boy as well. His eyes remembered him of something. Those huge, deer eyes were too familiar for him even if he never saw them before. He frowned lightly, trying to find out if he ever met this boy before but his mind went blank. Then something happened. He couldn't control his own body any longer. He couldn't control his mind from going into unknown places.

Rain. It was all he could see around him. The wet drops falling over his face quickly even if he felt a hand brush it away. He guessed it was his own hand because no one else could have brushed the rain off his face. He could feel that inside he was frustrated but the reason was unknown. He didn't knew why he felt that way but he only felt that. Then he caught sight of something. A red laser and that rose something inside him. Something unknown. Once again.

'Toschi!' he heard a voice, that sounded a lot as his but it was older, scream. He couldn't see anything more from the fast turn of the events but he did saw a pair of huge, deer eyes staring right back into his before…

'Stark,' he was taken away from his line of thoughts at the sound of his teacher's voice. 'Stark!' the voice came even louder and he was thrown back into reality once again. 'Are you okay?'

'Yes,' he managed to answer, his voice not higher than a whisper. What was that? Was that his imagination? He remembered having dreams like that flashback before also but he never saw it that clear. It was always foggy but now he saw it so clear. What was that? He couldn't answer his own question.

'Stark, this is your project mate, Robert Banner,' the teacher mentioned with her head to the other boy and Tony nodded before he took, carefully, a step closer.

'Anthony Stark,' he said, holding out his free hand to the other boy to shake. Bruce looked at it with curiousity and then noticed the watch that occupied the boys wrist. A silver Zodiac watch.

He saw a man jump in front of him. He couldn't see his face, it was like the man had no face. He could only see something red covering his own clothes even if he knew that the blood wasn't from him. He could feel something raising up in his throat and he tried to say something but he couldn't. He wasn't in pain but he was shocked.

'Avery!' he heard his own voice, more mature, scream out and that was the first time when he saw the man's eyes. He had some deep almond colored eyes that would have made him gasp in surprise if he wasn't that surprised but he couldn't because…

Bruce was snapped back into the reality and the first thing he saw were a pair of deep almond colored eyes staring right back into his and two eyebrows arched. He then noticed that the other boy was still holding his hand out to his and he took it gently, shaking it in a friendly manner. He couldn't understand why he had that flashback, and why now. He never had it that clear before but now it was as if something had created a flame inside him. Something that made him see his flashback clearer.

'Robert Banner,' he said with a soft smile on his features. Even the other boy's skin felt familiar to his touch but he couldn't place it from where. He slowly extracted his hand from the other boy's grip and nodded politely.

'I guess that I should leave you two alone now,' the teacher broke the awkward silence before she stood up, giving them both a weird look before she headed to the door. 'Don't forget about the project research.' She called out over her shoulder then closed the door behind her.

Bruce glanced over at the boy in front of him and cleared his throat awkwardly. 'So, where are we starting?' he asked with curiousity. Even if neither of them would ever admit it, they both knew that this pairing between them would have some great results even if it felt strange at the beginning.