"Okay," Tony said sighed as he pulled up the results of the test. "Let's find out who this intern will be." He removed all of the ones between 10% and 30%, pausing slightly. "How did someone get zero percent?" He questioned. According to logic, if someone were to guess all of the questions, then they should technically have gotten 50%... But that's only theoretical. Doesn't mean it's accurate, he could be that dumb, thought Tony as he scrapped that result too. "Hey FRI, pull up the top five tests."

The billionaire looked at the first test. "Eugene Thompson, 99%. Lives in a stable household... has decent dreams..." He skimmed over the ones by Michelle Jones and Ned Leeds before making a decision. "FRIDAY?"

"Yes Sir?"

"Send an email to Eugene Thompson about his internship."

(@.@)

"HEY PUNY PARKERRRR!"

Peter winced as he was hit on the head by a paper clip.

"You know the exam that we did the other day?"

Peter nodded.

"Yeah, those were applications and tests for an internship at Stark Internships. To be The Tony Stark's intern! And guess who got it?"

"Who got it?"

"Guess."

"I did, I guessed 'who got it' like you asked me too." Peter swallowed, realising his mistake. "I didn't mean it like tha-" he yelped slightly as he was shoved roughly into the lockers by the collar of his shirt.

"I'm the intern, Parker. And I'm gonna make sure you never get a job at SI." He dropped his victim and stalked off, leaving Peter trembling like a leaf on the floor. 

"Come on, Peter," MJ said, pulling her friend off the floor, "let's go."

Although he was still shaky and believed that Flash of all people did not deserve the internship, he was grateful inside. If he had gotten the internship, then who knew what would happen. The Avengers would have found out that he was Spider-Man, then they would have done who-knew-what to him, probably turn him in to SHIELD then he may have never been able to see MJ and May again and-

"Peter!"

Peter jumped and turned to his cru- friend. "Yeah?" 

"Were you listening?"

"...no..."

MJ sighed. "Ned and I were discussing how there is still a chance for you to get the internship."

"Yeah." Ned gave his friend a pat on the back. "Flash isn't nearly as smart as you, that's obvious. But you also have different handwriting, so they'll figure it out easy-peasy and then you'll get the-"

"No. No, no, no no no no no!" Ned blinked as Peter wrenched himself away from his friend's grip. "I can't get the internship."

"Why not?" 

"Because they'll figure out who I am! And I don't really want another repulsor blast to my abdomen again."

"Ohhhhhh." Ned exchanged glances with MJ. "How is that going?"

His response was a shrug. "It's slow."

They stood in awkward silence, unsure what to say next.

"Well..." MJ was determined to break the silence. "Let's hope that they don't figure out who really did Flash's test."

***

Nat flipped the page of her book, casually kicking Clint every now and then as her legs dangled over the edge of the seat. The Giver had her hooked.

Tony hurried in, pacing slightly as he flattened his hair.

"Whatcha stressed about, Tones?" The spy asked, not taking her eyes off the book.

Tony whirled around, studying her reclining across the armchair like a cat with Clint resting on the side playing on his Nintendo Switch. "Nothing. I'm not stressed."

"Hmm." Natasha turned the page. "So you're not in the slightest stressed about the intern that's coming today?"

"Dang it Nat you know me too well." He sighed, flopping down on the couch. "What if he sees right through my facade?"

"By the way he wrote the last page of his test, I'd say that he's too self-absorbed to notice."

Tony quirked an eyebrow. "I don't think he'll be self-absorbed, Nat."

The Russian hummed to herself and continued reading.

Stark looked up as the elevator opened, revealing a young teenager with well combed, dark hair. He straightened his polo shirt and smirked slightly. "I'm Flash."

"Flash?"

"Its what everyone calls me instead.of Eugene."

"Okay then, Eugene. Shall we go down to the labs?"

Flash frowned but obliged. Nat watched warily as the kid sauntered after Tony.

"Shall we go stalk them?" Clint asked.

"Of course." They lept off from their seats and scrambled into the vents  Clint taking one side of the room and Nat taking the other.

"I hope you don't mind getting a little greasy toady, Flynn Rider."

Flash blinked, confused. "Flynn?"

"You're name's Eugene. Eugene Fitzherbert  Flynn Rider- you know what, ignore it." Tony sighed and pulled out a project. "So, I'm trying to improve my AI, but I'm a little stumped on the coding."

"Cool." Flash was too busy inspecting the ironman suits.

The billionaire's eyes rolled heavenwards. This kid was starting to be a royal pain in the derrirere. "I need your help."

Flash was over in a flash, obviously thinking that he was the sun and everything revolved around him. "What am I doing?"

"Fix. The dang. Coding."

The bully took one glance at the computer and scoffed. "That's for nerds like Puny Parker."

Tony rolled his eyes for the second time and looked at the vents, mouthing "kill me" to the hiding assassin.

"Now who is this Parker you speak of?" Tony asked, leading Flash into the living room where the rest of the Avengers were relaxing.

"Oh, he's just a nobody. Expects everyone to pity him because he's an orphan. Stupid Parker."

Wanda, Pietro, Nat, Steve, Bucky, Thor, Loki and Tony all swivelled their heads towards him.

"Did you say... orphan?"

Flash recoiled at the venom in Wnada's voice. "Ye-yes. He really isn't important-"

"I don't think you get to decide who is important, Thompson."

"Bucky, put the dagger away."

The soldier pulled a face but obliged, stashing the blade in some secret spot.

"You still use a knife? Why not a gun?"

"I use my pinkie toe," Nat piped up, sending daggers through her glare.

Tony had had enough. "Okay, your internship is cancelled. I'm done with your crap. FRIDAY, send him home."

Eugene started to protest, but the entire team if superheroes pointed at the door. The ex-intern had no choice but to leave.

As soon as the doors shut, Tony collapsed into the pillows. "I am never doing that again."

Nat snorted. "Sure."

They sat in silence for a few minutes.

"So what about the one who got 0%?"

"Nat, I am not getting another intern." The Stark moved to the kitchenette to brew himself a coffee.

Nat didn't even look at him, she just put her book down and moved to the door. "Oh, by the way Tony."

Tony looked at her through tired eyes.

"Eugene didn't do that test."

Confusion was visible on Tony's face.

"I'm telling you, compare the handwriting." With that odd comment, Natasha Romanoff left to do whatever she dis in her spare time.

Tony snorted. "No way am I doing that." He sipped on his coffee, staring placidly at the wall. "Oh who am I kidding of course I'm doing this!" Slapping the mug down on the desk, he bolted down the stairs.

"FRIDAY! PULL UP THE TESTS!"

"STOP LAUGHING NATASHA!"

Natasha continued, cackling in her room.