hello marketing team! hello ms potts!
The last two hours of his internship were spent following Dr Silva, or Marie as she had told him to call her, around as she explained to him what was where, who was where, what he would need to know, and what was expected of him. From what he’s understood, he’s actually going to enjoy his time here. The others in the lab seem to like him and he even made a friend!
Peter laughs and shuts his phone off. Finally home after a long day, he collapses on the couch of his living room with a sigh. So much had happened, and it was all because he had decided to speak up about an error in a formula. To say he was excited for next Friday was the understatement of the goddamn century.
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“Parker, can you do me a favor and bring these papers to the marketing team? FRIDAY will let you know who to give them to”
Peter looked down at the papers she borderline shoved in his hand with a look of confusion.
“What are these for?” he asked
“We’re releasing a new product soon and the marketing department needed some documents or something” Marie answered, whooshing him away.
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The moment Peter stepped out of the elevator, he was met with what he could only describe as pure chaos. In the middle of the room, there was about ten people huddled around a couple desks that were pushed together, seemingly arguing about something.
“Uh, excuse me?”
Everyone in the room stopped talking to stare at the literal CHILD in the room, when a guy, probably a college intern, waved him over.
“You. Kid. You’re between the ages of 14 and 21, right?” the man asked.
“Yeah..?”
“Think you could help us out? Unfortunately, I’m stuck with a team of old shits who have no idea what your generation likes and are trying to put out ads that will most definitely not bring in our targeted audience.”
Peter stuttered for a few moments before stepping forward.
“Yeah, sure. Dr. Silva sent me here to give these papers though”
He dropped the stack on one of the few desks that didn’t get mashed into a mega table before walking over to see what the marketing team needed. Turns out the man, Ethan, was right. The SI marketing team was a bunch of old shits who had no idea how to market to younger audiences without making it sound like ‘How do you do, fellow kids!’.
“Marjorie, ‘swag’ is so last year. No one is going to listen to an ad with the word swag in it.” Peter argued.
“This is why I should have retired.” the older woman sighed, brushing her graying hair out of her face with a frown on her face when Peter gave her a disapproving look.
“Just because you’re not good with marketing to younger audiences doesn’t mean you’re not good at marketing to old people like you.”
“Are you calling us old, baby face?”
“Yes.”
“You do know I’m the same age as Ms Potts though, right?” Marjorie laughed
“Pepper Potts doesn’t age. She’s too Girlboss for that. You though..”
Marjorie was about to lovingly hit Peter in the back of the hand when Pepper Potts walked in.
“I am indeed too much of a Girlboss to age.”
Peter’s jaw dropped. He hadn’t expected to see her, much less her hearing that. Marjorie, who seemed to be able to actually function around Pepper (freaking) Potts started talking.
“Hi Ms Potts! Peter here has been helping us with marketing to the younger generations!”
If he could, Peter would melt right into the floor and never be seen again.
“Oh? I didn’t know there was a new marketing intern?”
“Oh there isn’t! We kinda just found him.”
Pepper raises chuckles before turning to speak to Peter. Oh fuck, he’s going to get fired, isn’t he?
“What department are you from?”
“R&D. I-Uh I’m Dr Silva’s intern. She sent me to deliver some papers and they kinda just- asked me for help..?”
Peter tried not to stumble over his words (spoiler alert: he failed. miserably.) as he answered the question.
“Thank you for helping them, Peter, but I do have some things I wanted to speak to them about.” Pepper said with a small smile on her face
Peter quickly understood what she meant and waved goodbye to the other before speed walking to the elevator. Once the doors had closed, Peter let out the breath he knew he was holding. He just made Pepper Potts. And also made a slight fool of himself.