The first night being Tony's roommate was just exactly what Steve was told what it would be like, Tony had been held up in his room most of the night, he only came out once to grab some junk food from on top of the fridge. It was too hard for Steve to find something to cook in his new dorm room since all Tony had to eat was chips, Ramen noodles and other various junk food items. So he ended up going to the local grocery store to get the ingredients to make spaghetti. Even after making it he knocked on Tony's door to ask if he wanted any but all Tony said was that he was busy. Well, what was he going to expect? While he was cooking his dinner he noticed Tony's class schedule was pinned up on the fridge and it turned out that they had the same morning physics class. That would surely be interesting.

Steve's alarm clock on his phone started blaring at him at 8:30 in the morning. Since their physics class at 9:00 in the morning he figured that would give them enough time to get around and make it to class. Although, Steve had the impression that Tony was the type of person to always oversleep and with the tinkering he was doing with the stuff in his room he wouldn't be too surprised.

He swung his feet over the bed to start getting ready, but he thought maybe it would be a good idea to see if Tony was awake yet or not. When walking out of his room, he peered into Tony's room, he didn't want to walk into his room without permission. There he saw Tony sprawled out on the messy floor with the TV lighting up the room with early morning infomercials and a screwdriver laying across his chest. He must have passed out while working last night.

"Tony?" Steve called out to him as he was knocking his fist on the door frame.

Tony snorted awake and sat up with a piece of paper stuck to his forehead. "Wh-what? What's going on?" He grumbled after the piece of paper that had his notes written down on fell into his lap. He looked at his watch and was surprised at the time. "Why did you wake me up so early?"

"Early?" Steve repeated mostly to himself. "What do you mean early? You have physics class at nine."

"How'd you know that?"

"You have it up on the refrigerator, I have that class too."

Tony groaned as he forced himself to stand up, his whole body ached from laying on that uncomfortable floor, but it was something that he was used to. "Yeah, I'm never there on time," he said with a smirk as he was rubbing his right eye. "I normally drift in at around 9:30 or 10:00."

"Aren't you worried about all the stuff you'll miss?"

Tony shrugged. "Not really, no. Even though I'm always late, probably miss a lot of instruction time and all that jazz, I'm still top student in the class. Trust me, Rogers, science is kinda my thing."

Did he really just call me by my last name? Steve thought to himself as Tony walked past him to get to the kitchen. From the fridge he grabbed a Monster Energy Drink, popped the cap off and started to down it in almost one sitting. Steve couldn't believe he almost drank that in one go, he would imagine that drinking it all at once would give a person a heart attack.

"Want some?" Tony held out the large can of energy drink to Steve but he politely refused. Tony scoffed. "Wasn't gonna give you some anyway." He put on his red-tinted sunglasses with a smirk.

Tony showed Steve around the campus a bit before they started heading to class, well, at least Steve had an idea of where his other classes would be located at.

When they walked into the room, the teacher who was sitting behind his front desk, Mr. Richardson had looked up to see Tony walking in on time. That was a sight for sore eyes.

"Well, well, well," Mr. Richardson started to say, sitting back in his old, beat up office chair. "Isn't this a surprise to see you here on time, Mr. Stark. I think that's the first time in... Well, ever."

"Thanks for the words of encouragement," Tony said sarcastically. He took off his sunglasses and hooked them onto his Ramones shirt. "This is Rogers, he's with me." He nodded to Steve who was standing awkwardly while they were having their conversation.

"Uh, Steve, actually," he corrected.

Tony rolled his eyes. "Whatever, Rogers. C'mon."

He walked them both up the row to the very back where Tony normally sits. He sat down next to another guy who was wearing glasses, wearing a purple button up shirt and dress pants. Steve sat at the end of the aisle next to Tony.

"Hey," Tony greeted him but the man didn't look up at him, in fact, he didn't even realize that someone was talking to him. "Bruce?" Tony tried again, but still nothing. He started snapping his fingers. "Bruce. Earth to Bruce." He did a high pitched whistle which seem to work.

"God, Tony, don't do that. You know I hate that sound," he said, leaning back in his seat.

"Right, whatever." Tony rolled his eyes. "Hey, look, this is Rogers." He nodded to Steve.

He groaned. "It's Steve, Tony. You know that."

"A piece of advice," Bruce started to tell Steve, "the more you complain about something the more he'll continue to piss you off."

"Noted."

"That's not even true!"

Bruce leaned over Tony's desk and held his hand out to Steve. "I'm Bruce Banner," he introduced himself politely.

"Steve Rogers," he replied while shaking his hand.

"Okay, okay, everyone off my desk." Tony used his backpack to push their arms from his table. "Oh! Here, you'll need this." He opened up his backpack and plopped a physics textbook on Steve's desk. "You're welcome."

"What? You don't need this?"

Tony shook his head as he leaned back in his desk chair, kicking his feet up on the desk in front of him. "Nah, trust me when I tell you I'm a master at science. I haven't done my homework once, still have over 100%."

"One of these days, Tony, you're gonna slip," Bruce pointed out.

"Am not."

"It's probability."

The three of them stopped talking when the teacher announced that class was now starting and for everyone to take out a notebook to take notes in. Of course, everyone did what he said but Tony. It was a wonder for Steve that Tony was passing any class at all with that attitude.