AN: Now that I've finished High School and have more time of m hands, I've decided to start writing more than the occasional prompt I get on tumblr. Though, this story is technically prompted by tumblr, I'm going with it. Someone had posted a list of Goodguy/Troublemakers AU's they wanted to see and this is what I came up with. Just a warning for derogatory language, homophobic language, and bullying. I don't want to trigger anyone. But it won't be too graphic. I'm still rating this T just to be safe. Also, if you have a prompt you want me to write for my "All The Little Drabbles" compilation, my tumblr URL is superhusbands4ever, so just go ahead and ask. Hope you enjoy :)

He had seen him around before, of course. Everyone knew who he was. Loud, obnoxious, handsome Tony Stark. Yeah, he had a reputation: a bad boy, a punk, never really one to follow the rules. Girls loved him, guys envied him, the popular kids thought he was funny; hell, he was even popular among the "geeks" in the Science Club. Tony Stark was not only popular, but also a freaking genius. It drove Steve crazy... but maybe that was why Steve couldn't get Tony Stark out of his mind.

Steve was pretty sure though that if you asked Tony Stark his thoughts on Steve Rogers, Tony would have no idea who the hell you were talking about.

"You must be new at this. I don't think I've ever seen you down here before."

Steve froze in his chair. He had really been hoping he'd be the only one dumb enough to get detention on the first day back at school. Apparently he had expected too much of Tony Stark.

Tony didn't stop and sit in one of the desks set up for students, instead going straight to the front of the classroom and having a seat at the teachers desk, kicking his fancy black Nikes up onto the desk, relaxing in the chair as if that was exactly where he was supposed to be. Steve didn't think it was possible for anyone to be so at ease in a basement detention room. He tried not to show the shock and disapproval on his face. He was pretty sure he failed amazingly at it.

"No, I uh...," Steve cleared his throat. "I've never had detention before."

"Huh," Tony actually looked impressed. "Quite a feat. I don't know anyone at this school who's managed that, not even my science bro Bruce, and he's like an extreme pacifist. You new around here? I don't think I've seen you before."

Steve felt his heart drop a little bit, trying not to let his disappointment show. Of course he understood why someone like Tony might not recognize him on sight, but it still hurt a little. Pining away after a guy for four years will do that to you. Steve knew he had changed a lot that summer; had a huge growth-spurt, started working out and gained nearly 90lbs of muscle. He didn't think he looked all that different, but according to his best friend Bucky, compared to the '100lbs soaking wet' he had been all through high school so far, he was like a whole new person. Maybe if he lied to himself and said that was why Tony didn't recognize him he would feel better.

He didn't.

"No, actually, I um... I've gone here since freshman year," Steve stuttered. "My name is Steve Rogers? We have AP Psych together... or, well, you would know that if you had showed up to it today."

A flash of something Steve couldn't identify had flashed across Tony's face when he said his name before it was gone, carefully replaced by that stupid, adorable little smirk.

"Ah, right. Dr. Yinsin. Yeah, he's a cool guy, I had him last year for AP Physics. AP Psych just sounds so boring, and I don't want to sit in a class with a bunch of students who are gonna psychoanalyze me as their homework, you know?"

Tony removes his feet and reaches down into a drawer near the bottom of the desk. Steve hears a ruffling of plastic before Tony comes up with a snack sized Hershey Bar. He opens it and shoves the whole thing inside his mouth.

"So, what're you in for?" He asks, a little piece of chocolate and spit flying from his mouth.

"Doesn't matter."

"Of course it matters," Tony says, as if it's the most obvious thing in the world. "Kid like you, never had detention before in his life, first day of school, ends up in this gross ass basement after school for an hour. Must've done something good, really pissed somebody off."

"How do you have a bag of candy hidden in that desk," Steve diverts, watching as Tony reaches down and pulls out a miniature Snickers. "It's the first day of school. Did you plan on getting detention today?"

"Oh," Tony smiles, "I hid them in here last year after my last detention. Chocolate takes awhile to go bad, you know? And I knew they would have the same hard-ass teacher as last year doing this detention shit again, so I hid it in his desk."

"Thank you, Mr. Stark, I'll take that as a complement." Both teens jump at the voice, neither of them having heard the door open or a teacher come in, but Tony recovered quickly enough. "It takes a special kind of hard-ass to put up with your shenanigans, Tony."

"Phil! My man, how are you this fine afternoon?"

"Remove your feet from my desk, Mr. Stark," Mr. Coulson says, walking straight past Tony and to the second desk in the corner of the room, as if Tony in his chair was a natural thing. "Or I will remove them for you."

Steve couldn't help his instinct when the Vice Principle walked past his chair and sat up a little straighter, earning a little huff and an eye-roll from the genius.

"Come on, Phil," Tony smiled charmingly. "You know you missed me."

"I really didn't," Mr. Coulson deadpanned, sitting at the second desk. "Don't call me Phil."

"Sure think Phil."

Mr. Coulson sighed in a resigned manner before he spotted Steve sitting at one of the desks. He started a little bit, almost as though he hadn't expected to see anyone other than Tony in detention today.

"Mr. Rogers," Mr. Coulson said, "what're you doing in here? Please tell me this punk hasn't started to rub off on you."

"Ah, you wound me Phil!" Tony exclaimed, pressing his hands against his heart and falling back in the chair as though mortally wounded. "Stevie here is here all on his own doing! We just met today actually. He was just about to tell me what he's in for before you so rudely interrupted our conversation."

"I really wasn't." Steve said, though no one heard him.

"I'm sure he was, Stark," Coulson sighed again. "Look, let's just make this as painless as possible today, Tony, okay? You don't want to be here, I don't want to be here; I do have a life, you know, I have better things to do with my time than sit around after school to watch you eat candy and get dirt on my desk."

"Do you really?" Tony looked and sounded so genuinely surprised Steve couldn't tell if he was being sarcastic or not. Though even he had a hard time thinking about teachers having lives outside the classroom, so maybe it want completely unwarranted.
And here I thought you just plugged yourself in to recharge over night."

"Save it, Mr. Stark," Mr. Coulson grinned. "Or I'll throw all your hidden candy out of my desk."

"Ah, Phil, you're no fun," Tony whined, reaching down and pulling out two more mini candy bars.

"Don't call me Phil."

They sat in near silence for the next forty-five minutes. Near silence because Tony couldn't seem to sit still. He wiggled around in the chair, making it squeak when he turned it around. He fiddled with candy bars, his backpack, tired to fiddle with his phone before Mr. Coulson got up and took it from him. After that Tony would keep taking breaths and opening his mouth like he was about to say something before Mr. Coulson would shoot him a death-glare and he would go back to eating his candy. By the time time was up he had a small mountain of wrappers that made Steve nauseous, thinking about how much candy Tony must've eaten. When Mr. Coulson announced detention was over, Steve was visibly relieved. As much as he crushed on Tony, he was starting to get on his nerves. He wasn't sure how Coulson could just sit there and take it.

Steve got up and bolted from the room, trying to put as much space between him and Tony as possible. He knew if he spent another minute alone with Tony he would make a complete fool of himself.

"See you tomorrow, Phil!" He heard Tony call cheerfully behind him.

"Don't call me Phil!"

Steve had made it as far as the schools lobby before Tony finally caught up with him.

"Hey, Rogers! Wait up!"

No matter how much Steve's mind told them to, his feet would not move. He didn't start moving again until Tony had caught up to him. He watched the way Tony swaggered over, completely confident and comfortable with himself. Steve loved it.

"You know, you never told me what you were in for," Tony said once they started walking again.

"Well, what about you," Steve countered, again avoiding the subject. "What did the infamous Tony Stark do to acquire detention on his first day back at school?"

"You know, it was the dumbest shit," Tony laughed with ease, not a care in the world, attention entirely on Steve. He was enjoying that. "My English, teacher, Dr. Stern? He hates my guts, has always since freshman year. I think it's because he used to teach my dad too. My dad was a pain in the ass. I don't know why Hill keeps putting me in his class. She must love to see me suffer. Anyway, we were having a general discussion today about the summer reading I didn't do, you know, it was very civil. Next thing I know he's calling me an insufferable know it all. Well, it reminded me of Harry Potter, so I called him a muggle. You'd think I'd get some kind of extra credit for perfect use of a literary reference but no, I get detention with my bestie Coulson."

"A muggle, huh?" Steve laughs, thoroughly enjoying the smile on Tony's face, the way his eyes scrunched up when he laughed. "I don't think anyone likes Stern, he's pretty hard-ass. Calling him a muggle though, that seems pretty tame for you."

"Yeah, not my best work, but... gotta keep em guessing I suppose."

Before Steve knew it he was by his dad's old Ford.

"Well," Steve said, awkwardly rubbing the back of his neck. "It was nice getting to know you."

"Yeah, yeah," Tony smiled, sticking his hands in his pockets and looking at the ground. "Likewise, Rogers. Maybe we should hang out sometime? You seem like a pretty cool guy."

Steve's heart skipped a beat. "Y-yeah. Yeah, I'd like that."

Tony's smile was radiant, full of gums and teeth as he turned and started walking toward his red Mustang.

"Hey, Tony!" Steve called.

Tony's head whipped around so fast Steve thought he might get whiplash.

"It was Hill that got me," Steve said, blushing slightly, lifting a hand to shield his eyes from the sun. "My detention. It uh... it was during courtyard. Some of the hockey jerks were picking on a freshman, some kid named Peter, for being gay. I went over and tried to stop them. Well, the one holding the kid threw him down and said to me 'You defending this little fag, Rogers? Maybe you want some of this too.' So he went to hit me, but I kneed him in the balls and punched him in the face before he could. Heard a snap, I think I broke his nose. Hill came and caught the last bits of it. Gave me detention and told me to take Peter to the nurse. So... yeah."

Tony looked like he had absolutely no idea how to react to that. But he still smirked after a moment of blankness.

"Wow. Look at you, Rogers. Hero among men, yeah?"

"Yeah," Steve said, blushing again and rubbing his neck. " Yeah I guess."

Tony smiled, laughing a bit. "So uh... see you around?"

"Yeah," Steve smiled. "See ya. Hopefully our paths cross somewhere other than detention next time."

Oh, if only he had known.