"What's crackalackin' Mr. M?!? I promise we didn't do anything, no matter what you may have heard!"

"Wait, no, that sounds suspicious and like we did something..." I say mostly to myself.

However, when I burst through the door, finally finishing my speech and finally taking in the scene in front of me I instantly freeze and my eyes go wide.

I force myself to blink a few times, trying to make sure what I am seeing is real. Instead of Mr. Morita sitting in his chair behind his desk, there is Mr. Tony motherfucking Stark, and a very on-edge Mr. Morita is standing in the corner.

"Oh shit..."

At my exclamation, Peter starts to walk up peering over my shoulder.

"Wh- what? What is going on?... oh..." Peter says now looking like he is about to faint.

"Finnley!! Language!!" Mr. Morita scolds with wide panicked eyes.

"Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh... English..." I automatically quietly respond as second nature.

Apparently, this is absolutely hilarious to Mr. Tony motherfucking Stark as he starts laughing so hard that he is practically wheezing.

"Oh my god! Cap will love you!!" he says through his wheezes wiping the tears from his eyes.

Mr. Morita awkwardly shuffles on his feet and the poor man looks like he is about to have a heart attack. "Uuhhh, I'll let you guys talk, I'll just be outside." As he practically runs out the door he shoves Peter all the way in and hastily closes the door behind us.

Mr. Tony motherfucking Stark happily sighs as he wipes away the last of his tears and then speaks up, "Why don't you too have a seat? We have a lot to talk about."

I and Peter quickly look towards each other both silently questioning 'WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU DO????' but then hesitantly sit down across from him on the other side of the desk.

Clearly Mr. Stark notices our nervous state, "Oh god, please you look like you are going to piss yourselves. I promise you are not in trouble!" he says, chuckling.

I awkwardly laugh and when I look over to Peter I notice that he is not going to be any help with the trance that he seems to be in, so I take over.

"Uuhhh, Mr. Stark? No offense, but what are you doing here?" I try my best not to stutter.

"Do you not remember the test that I sent here earlier this week?" He asks as he leans back into the chair that leans back slightly farther than he was expecting and causes him to panic and flail his arms about and then quickly lean forward trying to play it off as cool.

"Yeah, we remember." I say for both of us as Peter still seems to be completely frozen.

"Did you get your results back?"

"No sir." I respond.

"Well I have them right here." he pauses and takes out some sheets. "Peter, you got 94% and Finnley, you got 100%."

I am very surprised, I thought for sure that I didn't do at least that well. "That's good and all Mr. Stark, but I am sure lots of others did just as well? Why are we special?"

"Kid... Bruce Banner didn't even do that well. He got 92%, and when I took it I got 98%, and I made the damn test!! Heck, Finnley, you even got the impossible question correct!!"

My jaw was practically on the floor at this point. This, however, seemed to finally snap Peter out of his daze and he instantly elbows me in the side and excitedly says "See!! I told you that you would do amazing!!" I glare at him while hissing "Shut up!" through my teeth.

Mr. Stark laughs at our interaction and then stands up causing me to look at him questioningly.

"Come on, let's get out of here, I am hungry."

Both I and Peter awkwardly shuffle to our feet. I have no idea what is going on and feel like I am in a fever dream, half expecting Danny DiVito riding a unicorn to walk around the corner at any given moment. Anything is possible at this point.

A/n - Again... based on a real experience... except in my dream Danny was wearing the ugliest Christmas sweater I have ever seen... it was terrifying and I woke up in a cold sweat

When we get up to the front desk Mr. Stark smugly puts on his sunglasses and speaks to the desk lady.

"I'm taking these kids out of school." he says gesturing with his thumb behind him to us.

"Uuhhh, Mr. Tony Stark Iron Man sir, I don't think you can do that-" Peter speaks up when he is interrupted before he can even finish his sentence.

"Of course Mr. Stark! Thank you for coming by!" The desk lady excitedly says, seeming to be completely enamored and completely ignoring the fact that he could be kidnapping us for all she knows. People really were not joking when they said that you can get away with anything when you have money.

At least I hope he isn't kidnapping us. I mean, of course, I would GLADLY choose to go with some random kidnapper than go back home to that orphanage with Ms. Satan, but all the other kids are still there and I could not leave them behind. Plus, I don't even want to think what would happen if I was not there to get kicked around by Ms. Satan and she turned to the others.

I shake my head trying to clear my thoughts as I find myself breathing heavier even just thinking about what was waiting for me later.

When I finally come back to the land of the living I now find that we are standing right in front of a limo and my jaw drops for what feels like the 20th time today.

Apparently, both I and Peter remained in our awestruck state for too long when Mr. Stark opens and leans out of the back door, which I didn't even realize he got in until now, "What? Never seen a limo before? Come on! Get in, we're going to Mcdonald's!"

We scamper into the limo sitting across from Mr. Stark. I seem to finally gain back my cool before Peter, and even though I am most certainly COMPLETELY FREAKING OUT on the inside, I decide that I am not going to show that on the outside, I can freak out later, but right now I put on my badass personality. 

"So kids, tell me about yourself. What do you like to do?" Mr. Stark asks.

"Well, I like to read, anything with science, engineering, and coding, and also running my own underground beetle fighting ring."

A/n- THIS IS ACTUALLY A THING PEOPLE DO- THEY MAKE BEETLES FIGHT EACH OTHER AND BET ON IT IT IS AMAZING!!!

"What? You know what, I'm not even going to ask." He then mumbles something about 'kids these days' to himself.

"What about you Peter?"

I have to keep harshly elbowing him until he finally responds.

"Uuhhhh- I like science, engineering, Star Wars, and..." he seems to panic trying to find something else before he finally practically shouts: "parkour!! Y-yeah, parkour."

I simply look over at Peter with an exasperated expression.

A/n - so I looked up 'exasperated expression' because I wanted to see specifically what it looked like- AND I AM DYING I CANT BREATHE- I FOUND THIS PICTURE IT IS SO PERFECT AND JUST THE FACE IM LITERALLY WHEEZING I DONT UNDERSTAND WHY THIS IS SO FUNNY

The awkward small talk continues on for several more minutes until we pull up into the McDonalds drive-thru. Mr. Stark orders his food and then turns to us asking what we want.

"Do they still have the spiderman happy meal toys?!?" I ask, nearly bouncing in my seat.

"Yeah, it looks like it."

"Can I have a chicken nugget happy meal with double the apple slices and chocolate milk?!" I ask giddily.

"Sure why not." Mr. Stark says, sounding tired of me already. 

I then quickly turn to Peter. "You should get a happy meal too so then you can give me your Spiderman toy as well!!"
"O-ok... I'll just get the same thing Mr. Stark Iron Man sir."

"Do you just really like Spiderman or something kid?" Mr. Stark asks me after he finishes making our orders.

"No, I mean he is cool and all, but I just want to add them to my Spiderman shrine that I made on one of the rooftops he is often on."

Peter chokes and when he finally stops his coughing fit he looks toward me wide-eyed. "THAT IS YOU???! I-I mean- I think I have heard of that, I didn't know that was you... I'm sure that must have kind of freaked him out though, I mean seeing a bunch of different half-burned Spiderman figures crowded around another one nailed to a crucifix... he probably thought it was like some anonymous threat or something..."

"Oh, yeah I guess it could be seen like that." I say in thought.

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Once we get our food the driver, who I still haven't even seen because they have refused to roll down the divider, parks the limo in the parking lot.

"So, now that I have food, it's down to business." Mr. Stark says as he claps his hands together. "So I am just going to get right to the point. I want you both to be my personal interns. I was originally just going to take a few of the highest-scoring people on the test and make them interns, obviously starting out on the lower levels, but when I saw you two. I was very impressed, both getting the highest scores I have ever seen and both with 4.0 GPA, so I want you to work right along with me."

"Mr. Stark, I don't know what to say..." I hesitate.

"Wait really? Like you're not joking??" Peter asks.

"No, I am not joking. And you can say yes?" Mr. Stark answers with a wide smile.

"Yes of course!! Thank you so much Mr. Stark Iron Man sir!!" Peter bounces in his seat.

Mr. Stark must have noticed how I zoned out with a puzzled look on my face. "What about you Finnley?"

"I... I really appreciate the offer Mr. Stark, but I can't accept it. I have my schooling, other jobs, and my... family to take care of. I just don't have the time. I'm sorry, I really appreciate the consideration, sir."

Peter turns to me shocked. "What?! Finnley, we literally dreamed of working for SI since we were freshmen! No offense, but it would be really stupid to not take this!"

"He is right kid. If it's money that you are worried about, quit your other job, I can pay you double whatever they are paying you."

"I work 3 jobs." I mumble mostly to myself trying to think through my options.

"What?! You work 3 jobs?? Why? Don't your parents provide for you?" Mr. Stark exclaims and I simply stay silent. "Well, my offer still stands, I'll pay you double whatever you made from your jobs. I really want both of you working at SI, I think you could both be a lot of help and do a lot of good."

That extra money could really help out with the kids. I may even be able to afford more than just ramen noodles. And I could also hopefully ask Scarlet and Benedict to watch over the kids while I am gone. The only thing that worries me is that I would not be around the orphanage as often and therefore would not be around if Ms. Satan was in an especially bad mood.

I finally come to a decision, but with one expectation. "Ok, I'll do it. But, only if I am able to leave for a little bit right away if my siblings ever call."

I could tell the kids to call me if they ever are even slightly worried about Ms. Satina and for their safety and I would get there as fast as humanly possible. I will never, ever, let that woman lay a hand on any of them.

Mr. Stark wildly grins. "You have yourself a deal."

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Eat, drink some water, get outside, Now.

If you do not properly take care of yourself, I will know... (this is a threat) /lh