fandomhigh | Working With Jerks, Wednesday, May 11, 2016 [3rd period]

Tony and a large cup of coffee were perched on the edge of the desk at the front of the class. Because you could in no way teach without that. "Hello, and welcome to class. This is Working with Jerks--" excuse him while he side eyed his teaching partner a little for that title. "And I'm Tony Stark."

A beat.

"If you know who I am, it's admittedly a little funny." The things that happen when you garner a reputation.

"I meant in general," Steve said, cheeks going a little pink. "Everyone is going to work with someone who's a little difficult at some point in their lives. Class projects, shift work, military training...it happens." He smiled. "I'm Steve Rogers, by the way."

"Uh huh," Tony said, taking a pointed sip of his coffee. "College is the worst for that. You'll end up doing all the work in a group of slackers and contemplate murder a few times before you graduate."

Screw. Group. Projects. Seriously.

"But it's not all terrible! Working as a group also allows you to achieve things you can't manage on your own." Because you guys lucked out on getting the more earnest version of Tony Stark, kids.

Steve nodded, equally earnest. "Working as a team, when everyone's individual strengths become more important than their flaws is something everyone should experience at least once, but it does mean that you need to learn to...well...suck it up and deal with annoyances."

Tony put the coffee to the side and clapped his hands together. "Today we'll be getting to know who you are and seeing how well you handle yourself when your day is thrown off."

"It'll be fun." Steve was so optimistic.

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Who are you? Do you know any jerks?

Isabela was grinning at Steve. A perfectly friendly, not at all predatory grin.

"I'm Isabela, I tend to just punch jerks int he face." Or steal their wallets. Sometimes both.

And Tony wasn't giving her a deeply amused look for that at all. No siree.

"Nice to meet you, Isabela. While punching someone in the face is satisfying, you might not want to burn that bridge just yet."

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Hopefully Tony would be just as amused once he'd inspired a few stories.

"But it's the fastest way to get them to stop." It was efficient.

That would imply there wasn't a thriving RPF community where he was from! He did not even want to know why people thought he was that flexible, to be honest.

"In some situations," he granted her. "But in one's where you need something in return where it'll just make things more difficult in the long run?"

Like Tony had never burned a bridge because someone was a jackass.

"Or where others will suffer the consequences."

"I'm Rey, and I don't know many people at all." Yay for not connecting with anybody except one guy who left! "I didn't actually mean to sign up for this."

"But maybe you can still learn something from it," Tony suggested. "Nice to see you again, Rey."

"Eric Bittle," he introduced himself. "I'm a figure skater, and I grew up in the South." The 'And thus I know plenty of jerks' was pretty much implied there.

Tony winced on his behalf. "Then you have practice at this skill."

"Mm hmm," Eric said with a nod. "Though I'm hoping we'll cover ways to deal with jerks a little more, ah, assertively, than I'm used to." Maybe not Isabela levels of assertive, but a middle ground between that and 'collapse to the floor like one of those fainting goats' would be nice.

But those goats were adorable!

"How assertive are we talking?" Yes, he was glancing over at Isabela there.

"I'm Dipper Pines and my Great Uncle Stan is probably the king of jerks," Dipper said when his turn came around. "Any help I can get for dealing with him would be nice."

"What does he do that's so jerky?" Steve asked.

"Oh, he lies, steals, cheats," Dipper said listing things off on his fingers as he went along. "He's a giant cheapskate and tried to get by on feeding us free condiments from restaurants, doesn't pay taxes and once got me arrested for counterfeiting money."

He's family. What are you going to do?

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Xanthippe was already a little wary about this class. Okay, a lot. "Xanthippe Voorhees." Had Steve learned to spell that yet? "And, like... doesn't everyone know jerks?"

Kimmy.

"If they don't, it's a good chance they are the jerk," Steve said. "Hello again, Xanthippe."

He could pronounce it?

"I'm FN-2187," said FN-2187. Yeah. "And I wouldn't really say that I know any jerks?" Careful listeners would note that this was not the same thing as saying he didn't know any jerks. But in the First Order you couldn't say that. You could just slowly back away while Kylo Ren destroyed another bank of computers.

"FN-2187?" Steve repeated, blinking. "That's a bit unusual."

"Yes, sir," FN-2187 said, "I've realized that since I arrived here, sir."

It was pretty unusual where he was from, too, if you hadn't been kidnapped as a child and raised to serve the First Order.

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"I'm Kaylin Neya," she said. "And I'm sure a lot of people would say I'm a jerk. Not that I try to be. I guess I just don't remember to try hard enough sometimes."

Or care enough to think about it most of the time.

"Good to meet you, Kaylin," Tony said cheerfully. "Welcome to the club of making bad impressions."

"You seem decent enough so far," Kaylin said. "But thanks."

"I'm Velma Martinez, and pretty much everyone I know on the West Coast is a jerk," she said. Which included parents, ex-boyfriend, ex-best friend, and various teammates. "Which is why I'm here."

If you couldn't beat them - in the Isabela sense of the word - move to the opposite coast.

Steve snickered. "I've heard that myself," he admitted, "though I try not to make giant judgments.

Velma cracked a smile. "Glad to see we're living down to expectations," she said. "But--seriously. The Super-Patriots, Inc, West Coast Division is pretty much all made up of...sure. We'll go with jerks."

Mind-controlling, child-soldier-rearing, unconscionable jerks.

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