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Another day, another press conference. It was practically run of the mill for him these days, had been even before the Iron Man drama, it just seemed even more common since that all started. Still, it was almost worth it for every second he got to fly. Every swoop and dive, however bittersweet they were for what they reminded him of, made every inane question and accusation worth it.

He always hoped, though, every time, that maybe he'd be there. Tony knew Clark had become a journalist, it didn't take a genius billionaire to figure that out - and given that he was a genius billionaire, figuring it out had been very, very easy - and every time he held another press conference in another city, he scoured the crowd for sign of his face. He didn't want to hope he was there, he wanted to not think about him at all - Clark seemed to be managing just fine not thinking about him - but still he scanned the crowd, and still he downed an extra glass of scotch at the end of the day, and still he hoped.

This time he was rushed, just off a plane (he should have taken the suit, he told Pepper he should have taken the suit) and hustled into the room when it was already full, cameras flashing and keeping him from seeing the faces, and then he had papers shoved in front of him that he was supposed to have read and before he knew it the first question had come and a figure had stood up. Tony looked up, still slightly blinded from the flashes, and froze.
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Yesterday, Tony thought university was awesome. Yesterday, university was the best thing ever. He'd been to parties, he'd made friends, he'd been living the high life and nobody cared that he was majoring in science or that he was younger than all of them or any of the other reasons that high school assholes had used to justify their best efforts to make his life hell, and everything was good.

Then he'd gone to a party and paid for the booze and then unceremoniously kicked out because they just wanted the free alcohol without having to party with a kid, Stark or not.

So he'd anonymously called the cops on them, got them raided and taken his bitter satisfaction to a bar who refused to serve him, then to another bar who refused to serve him, then to an off licence who refused to serve him, then finally to the library, because it was open all night and he didn't feel like going back to his dorm room just yet.

A fascinating book on robotics later and it was morning, he was tired and hungry and still kind of pissed off, so he finally stumbled back to the dorm room, the door banging as he flung it open in his irritation, not even thinking about the fact that his roommate might actually still be there and not awake yet.

"University sucks," he announced to the room at large, whether his roommate was there or not, and fell face first onto his bed.

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