I'm soooo bored! It's only been like 30 minutes, but Mr. Stark hasn't shown up to tell me what to do yet. I don't know about touching his stuff while he's gone.

Leaning against one of the wall by the door, I tapped my foot to a random rhythm in my head. From the corner of my eye, I catch sight of a piece of paper on the floor. Looking around, I confirmed the ever so obvious fact that no one else was in here with me. I picked up the paper and set it on the nearest desk.

What's with this calculation? Everything is all jumbled together and disorganized. Hell, I can barely read this...I think I understand what this is saying. It's a good thing I live with a bunch of kids, so I know how to read this kind of writing, but some of the numbers are wrong if it's what I think it is. Maybe I can rewrite or something so it looks neater?

Finding a blank sheet of paper and a pencil on the other side of the table, I got to writing. Carefully checking my work as I followed along with the notes, I failed to notice the ding of the elevator or the footsteps coming straight for me.

"What are you doing?" an unfamiliar voice rang from behind me, making me jump away from the source. I instantly had my hands up in that karate chop formation I've seen in movies before, not that I even know any Karate though.

"Whoa, calm down there, kid." The same voice said with a chuckle. I finally actually looked at the man who was speaking and paled. It was Tony Stark.

"I- I. Uhm. I-I was..Uhm." I stuttered helplessly, my mind blanking out on me.

"You're Peter, right? My new intern?" He asked for confirmation, scanning the paper I had been writing on.

"Ye-Yeah. It's nice to meet you Mister Stark." I mentally face palmed at how much of a spaz I was being. I am just the smoothest person in the world, aren't I?

"Call me Tony. Anyways, what is this? It's amazing!" He turned the paper in his hand so the written side was facing me. Why is he complimenting me? It's his work. I just corrected some of the numbers.

"I found this on the floor and wanted to transfer the work onto another paper to fix the mistakes." I handed him the paper from the desk beside him. Mister Stark lifted it up and examined the two sheets side by side. His eyes widened in recognition when he read the original chicken scratch. 

"Impressive, kid. I wrote this when I was drunk, so not even I know what this says and I'm sobered up." he smiled sheepishly. Is he serious? He was drunk in a lab full of dangerous weapons? "Well, anyways. Congrats on becoming my intern. First order of business: Help me with some Iron Man suits that got busted a while back. Oh, and get me a coffee."

I looked up at him excitedly, trying not to jump in joy. Oh my god! Oh my god! I'm going to see the Iron Man suits!

"Right away, Mister Stark!" I chirped happily as I made my way to the coffee machine on the opposite side of the room.

Tony's POV

Damn my head hurts. I guess getting drunk last night wasn't the best decision.

I kicked a bottle near my foot slightly out of my way as I got to my feet. My vision finally cleared as I got to my feet, allowing me to look around my surroundings.

My room? I don't remember coming in here. Oh god, don't tell me...

"Fri! How'd I get to my room?" 

"Dr. Strange carried you in from the lab at 3:48 am. He left a message saying 'We need to talk, Tony'." Friday answered, the last part being a recording of Stephen's voice. He held an annoyed tone deep in his voice. Shit. I'm in trouble.

"Sir, Ms. Potts has requested your presence at the lobby." Friday spoke up after a minute of silence. Oh great. What did I do now?

"Tell her to let me get ready first." I ordered, walking to the bathroom so I could shower.

After taking a long, relaxing shower, I got ready, though I didn't feel like getting all dressed up today, so I just put on a t-shirt and jeans.

Going down to the lobby, I immediately found her standing infront if the elevator with her arms crossed. Crap. What did I do??

"Mr. Stark." She began in a harsh tone. "Why is it that Friday tells me you have been in bed until now?"

"Cause I was sleeping?" I gave her the most innocent smile I could give her, though I knew I was screwed no matter what I do from the look on her face.

"I told you yesterday to wake up early." She grumbled putting her face in her hands in frustration. "Your new intern is here and has been alone in your lab for the passed half an hour."

"New intern?" I asked, my mind blanking out. What is she talking about?

"Yes, new intern. Don't you remember you wanted an intern so you wouldn't have to do paperwork by yourself?" She questioned with a knowing look. Oh, right! I wanted him to do my paperwork for me. Looks like Pepper found my hidden motives for wanting an intern.

"His name is Peter Parker. Now, go meet him before he dies of boredom." She ordered, shoving me back into the elevator.

"Geez. No need to be so pushy." I smirked as the elevator doors closed. Wait. Now that I think of it. This kid's been in my lab for a while. Hope he didn't do anything stupid.

"Fri, what has Parker been doing in my lab?" I called out as the elevator took forever to reach my lab. Note to self: speed up elevator speed later.

"Peter walked around for 6 minutes and 4 seconds before becoming a stationary for the next 25 minutes. He is currently sitting at a desk, writing on a paper." FRIDAY summed up, showing me the footage of my lab in fast forward.

I nodded as the elevator opened. I caught sight of a boy with messy brown hair immediately. His entire focus was on whatever he was writing. How old is this kid? He looks around 14? Whatever, Pepper picked him out, so he must be good. This is my first intern...Might as well scare him a bit.

I smirked as I walked up behind him, glancing over his shoulder at his work. His paper contained a whole bunch of calculations, neatly written in beautiful penmanship.

"What are you doing?" I asked him.

Peter immediately jumped away from me to his left. He lifted his hands up in a karate chop motion, looking around in blind confusion and surprise. I couldn't help but laugh. This kid's fun to mess with.

"Whoa, calm down there, kid."

"I- I. Uhm. I-I was..Uhm." He stuttered helplessly as I lifted the paper he had been writing on. His handwriting was incredibly near and the numbers were organized so neatly, it wouldn't be impossible to not be able to read this.

"You're Peter, right? My new intern?" I asked for confirmation, though I already knew I was right. As always.

"Ye-Yeah. It's nice to meet you Mister Stark." Peter stuttered again, but he looked a bit calmer. I cringed a bit at his name for me.

"Call me Tony. Anyways, what is this? It's amazing!" I turned the paper in my hand so the written side was facing him. How did this kid come up with this? His IQ must be off the charts!

"I found this on the floor and wanted to transfer the work onto another paper to fix the mistakes." He handed me the paper from the desk beside me that I hadn't noticed. I lifted it up and examined the two sheets side by side. Wait! I remember this! I wrote it last night. Fuck, what does it even say? How was he able to read it?

"Impressive, kid. I wrote this when I was drunk, so not even I know what this says and I'm sobered up." I smiled sheepishly, earning a deadpan look from him. Don't look at me like that kid. Whatever.Time to get to work. "Well, anyways. Congrats on becoming my intern. First order of business: Help me with some Iron Man suits that got busted a while back. Oh, and get me a coffee."

Might as well make his first day fun. The poor kid doesn't know what he signed up for. The pile of papers on my desk is just going to grow and grow. Thank you for your sacrifice, Peter. You will be remembered.

He looked up at me with plenty of excitement radiating off of him. His smile somehow made a warm feeling bubble up in my chest. He's like a puppy!

"Right away, Mister Stark!" He chirped happily before running off to the coffee machine across the room. He's not going to give up the 'Mister Stark' thing, is he?

I sighed and got to work.

Peter's POV 

After a few hours of working with Mr. Stark in the lab, my stomach decided to make itself heard, growling like a wild animal. I blushed like crazy as Mr. Stark laughed.

"I'm guessing you're hungry?" He smirked. No Duh!

"Y-Yeah, would it be okay if I took a little lunch break?" I asked nervously.

"Go ahead, kid." He nodded, returning to welding pieces of metal together.

I walked over to my backpack and sat on the floor beside it. After taking out a small aluminum package, I unwrapped half a pathetic looking tuna sandwich from inside, having eaten the other half for breakfast. Not five minutes later, the food was gone and I chugged down a water bottle before putting it and the aluminum back into my backpack for reuse when I get home. Walking over to Mr. Stark, he stared at me in surprise.

"I thought you were going on your lunch break?" He questioned, confusion evident in his voice.

"I did. I'm done." I answered as cheerfully as I could. Damn it. I hate this new advanced metabolism. I'm always hungry now, but I can't just eat whatever I want. The kids are hungry too after all.

"Fri, did he actually eat?" He called out, giving me a skeptical look. Yeah, I wouldn't believe me either.

"Yes, sir. He ate half a tuna sandwich and drank a water bottle. However, my scanner states his body is near starving." She answered, making me pale. Starving? But I'm fine! I'm fine...right? Yes! I'm fine!

Mister Stark gave me a concerned look.

"Kid, you've gotta eat more. Come on, let's go get you some food." He said, putting his welding tools down a and pushing me toward the elevator.

"I-I'm fine, Mister Stark. I just ate." I told him, not wanting to be a burden. I can't be anymore of a nuisance than I already am.

"Like hell you're fine! If Friday says you're starving, then you're practically dying where you stand. When was the last time you ate more than half a meal?" 

I went silent. I thought back to my meals over the course of time. When WAS the last time I decent meal? I made a small humming noise and put my hand on my chin as I thought, but this only left him with an excuse to pull the ever so helpful 'I told you so!' Face.

"I'm not sure." I admitted, putting my hand down from my chin. Whatever. It's not like I'm going to be changing my eating anytime soon. The kids come first. Less food for me means more food for them.

As soon as the elevator doors opened, he pushed me forward into the room. My eyes widened at how big it was. The room looked to be sectioned off into three: A kitchen by the elevator, a living room farther in, and a bar on the far side of the room. Mister Stark really likes alcohol, doesn't he?

As the said man led me into the kitchen area, my Spider Sense began acting up. Someone's watching us...from above. Is there someone in the vents? Alright, Parker act normal. These are the Avengers, so be extra careful to not show anything that may show I'm Spider-Man.

I faked a shiver and looked around with a confused look on my eyes. Mister Stark turned around to look at me.

"Something wrong, kid?" He asked, looking slightly annoyed. He probably thinks I'm trying to weasel my way out of eating lunch or something.

"Do you feel like we're being watched?" I questioned, still pretending to be looking around. Stark's eyes widened for a second before he rolled them in annoyance, though I could tell it wasn't directed at me.

"Get down from the vents, Katniss!!" Mister Stark shouted up to the ceiling, making me internally groan in pain. Damn super hearing!

"You're no fun, Stark." A man's voice said from above. Suddenly, feet stick out from the vent, quickly followed by the rest of the body as a blonde man jumps out of the vents. It's Hawkeye!! Oh god this is so cool! Weird that he came out of the vents, but still cool!!

"So who's the kid, Snark?" He asked, looking straight at me.

"Did you just call me Snark?"

"No, I called you Snark."

"That's what I said!"

"Whatever, Snark."

"My name's Stark, Bird Brain."

"That's what I said!" Clint repeated with a smirk, making Stark groan in annoyance. I giggled at their conversation, gaining their attention to be pointed back at me.

"Kid, don't laugh. You're supposed to be on my side!" Mister Stark whined.

"Yes, Mister Snark." I replied with a grin. Hawkeye laughed, giving me a high five while Stark glared at us.

"I like you, Kid. What's your name?" He asked, smiling brightly.

"My name's Peter Parker. I'm Mister Stark's new intern." I explained, smiling back.

"I'm Clint Barton, aka Hawkeye. Nice to meet you, Peter. You hungry?"

Before I could try denying it, Mister Stark cuts into the conversation.

"Yes, he's starving. Come on, kid. Let's get you some food." He ordered, pushing you toward the kitchen.

"FRIDAY! CALL STEVE! TELL HIM TONY'S IN THE KITCHEN AGAIN!" Mister Barton suddenly yelled out at the top of his lungs.

What the heck is going on?