#mit days

“Tell all your friends that I’m crazy and drive you mad, that I’m such a stalker, a watcher, a psychopath”

It’s a Thursday night and Tony is about to power an electrical board he wired using the old, not exactly safe, electrical socket of his dorm room. Rhodey stares at him from his desk on the other side of the room, eyeing the birds nest of wires that made up said electrical board.

“Are you sure the transformer won’t draw so much current that it’ll blow a fuse or the socket in the wall?”

Tony mouthed his roommate’s words mockingly and flipped the switch. The led’s inside the circuit board glowed a soft orange and the relay made a repeated clicking noise which steadily grew faster and faster as it gathered more power.

“It will not -”

The lights in the room unnaturally brighten momentarily before going pitch black and the small fan in the corner of the room slowed to a stop.

“- or it will draw so much current that it causes a fuse to blow … damn I thought my math was right”

“Ever heard of the phrase measure twice cut once?”

“Oh shut up, you sound like my dad now”

The sound of people opening their door rooms could be heard from outside and someone took the courtesy to bang on their door. Rhodes walked over and opened the door a crack to see one of the guys from their hall in a fit of rage.

“James, if that was your god damn roommate again I’m going to rip him and his stupid project to pieces, I have a chem midterm tomorrow and NOW I CANT DO SHI-”

Rhodey softly shut the door on him, turning the lock, but the sounds of yelling were still very audible.

“What if I named the robot DUM-E?”

“Huh?”

“I mean it is a stupid project, might as well make it a stupid robot too”

24. “Dude. It’s 3am. What the hell?”

I do and this was fun to write as I imagined them in their MIT days which is always a blast. ^^ I hope you like it!

“Hey, honey bear?”

Tony’s voice was loud in the small space of their dorm and he didn’t even bother to whisper. It somehow managed to pull Rhodey from his sweet dreams, his brow furrowing in mild frustration. He tried to fall back to sleep in hopes that Tony didn’t notice the change in his breathing. He hoped that Tony took his rustling around as him simply moving in his sleep, trying to find a comfortable position.

But Tony was too smart for his own damn good and the next words to leave his mouth were I know you’re awake. There was an amused lilt to his tone which showed that he carried little sympathy for waking Rhodey up but there was still time to claw this back. He shuffled around once more with obvious determination before settling in to fall back asleep until-

“Tony!” Rhodey exclaimed as a small body crashed into his own, nestling itself right on top of his duvet. “Oh my god, why?”

“You were ignoring me,” Tony replied and it was easy to tell that he was pouting. “And I can’t sleep because there’s a question that’s bothering me.” He allowed Rhodey to turn so he was laying on his back and beamed down at him, doe eyes adorably wide and curls mussed beyond help. “It’s important.”

Rhodey couldn’t resist a soft groan of protest but his actions said otherwise as his arms came to lock around Tony’s waist. That pleased Tony thoroughly as he released something akin to a mewl and nuzzled into his warmth.

Goodness, he was lucky he was cute.

“Dude, it’s 3 am ,” Rhodey said, raising an eyebrow tiredly. “What the hell?”

“I was thinking about the creation of our universe,” Tony began and that was it as Rhodey had had enough. He proceeded to roll onto his side with Tony still in his arms, earning him a protesting squeak. “I wasn’t finished with my question!”

“Yes, you are,” Rhodey told him and held him close, his chin resting on top of Tony’s curls. “We can discuss in the morning. Goodnight, Tones.”

“But it’s important.” And Tony would never admit to that being a whine but Rhodey would forever fight him that it was. Though a yawn rounded out the words and Tony grumbled. “I may forget it in the morning.” But he was fading, that burst of energy slowly dissipating as tiredness dragged him to depths of sleep. 

“Goodnight.” Rhodey said once more and smiled at the sleep-slurred words he got in response. 

Maybe it’s the bullshit I’d miss

It won’t get better than this…

🎶You and I, just yelling off the balcony, late July🎶-I Feel Good About This