When Tony woke up in his new workspace, he is confused. It takes him several seconds to shake off the sleep and remember the previous night. His memory is only jogged when he walks to his car and sees the hole he'd cut in the fence. Double checking that he'd cleaned up his workshop and secured everything, he leaves the old warehouse and heads back to campus. He'd used a loose piece of chain link to camouflage his entryway perfectly. By the time he gets back to campus, he realizes that he still has hours until his calculus class. He could probably get a good nap in, he thinks to himself.
BANG BANG, there's a loud knock on the door.
"Fuck," He swears irritably. A quick glance in the peephole reveals Monica. Despite his exhaustion, he is happy to see her. Opening the door, he greets her with a genuine smile.
"Hey, Monica," He says. She smiles back, but doesn't speak at first. Her head is tilted and her expression is curious, like she knows something.
"Where did you go last night?" She asks suddenly. Shit. He could have sworn he hadn't been seen by any one. How the hell did she know?
"Oh, uh, I went to see a friend that came through town," He stammered awkwardly. It really doesn't help that she is staring at him so closely. It's like the girl missed nothing.
Tony is indecisive about telling Monica the truth.
"Hmph, if you say so Tony, I don't think you would lie to me." Monica says.
"Of course not." Tony responds with a smile upon his face and then retreats back inside his dorm room.
"Shit! I'm running late for calculus" Tony yelled as he started get his things together. He rushed out of his door and blew by Monica and her friend. After Tony leaves Monica goes up to his door and says
"I wonder what his deal is?" she asks her friend "He is just always doing something and it blows my mind sometimes." Monica then reaches and grabs Tony's doorknob and opens up the door. Monica wasn't impressed by Tony's room simply because how plain and simple it was. The only light in his darkened room was light from the sky. As Monica walked out the room, she stumbled over something. She bent over to grab it and saw that it was a blow torch with blood on it. Monica obvious thought Tony was up to no good. The truth is that Tony cut himself while constructing a model of his suit. Some of Tony's blood spilled on his blow torch.
"MONICA GET THE FUCK OUT!" It was Tony who had returned to his room sooner than expected.
"Tony what do you really do in your spare time?" Monica asks him with the most concerned voice.
"If I told you what I've been working on you'll just judge me." Tony explained.
"I will judge you more if I know for a fact that you have secrets that you keep from everyone." "Prove to me that I don't have anything to worry about, I'm tired of wondering what the hell it is that you do." She said with much assertion.
Tony's mind has been all over the place for the past few days and his brain is struggling to operate. He is literally stuck in Monica's face speechless. He says
"Monica promise me that you won't consider me crazy."