Tony Stark & Reader
As the elevator rose to the floor that the nice lady at the front desk had instructed you to go to, you bounced up and down with excitement. You couldn’t believe that you had actually landed an internship with Tony Stark. This was a once in a lifetime opportunity! Of course, you tried very hard not to delude yourself into believing that you would actually get to meet Tony Stark or any of the other Avengers (you’d probably answer to his assistant’s assistant or something like that), but you were still giddy in spite of it. You smoothed the front of your business clothes and did a last minute hair adjustment to make sure you looked perfect for the occasion. You wanted to make a good impression, after all.
When the doors slid open, however, the last face you expected to see greeted you.
“Hey, guess you’re my intern, huh?” Tony Stark said.
“Yes, sir,” you squeaked, hopping out before the elevator doors could close on you.
“Don’t call me sir,” he said. “It makes me feel old. And don’t call me Mr. Stark either while we’re at it. Mr. Stark was my dad.”
“Yes, si—“
He gave you a look.
“Tony?” you finished, making it sound almost like a question.
“See? Not so bad. It’ll get easier with time.”
“May I just tell you how excited and proud I am that I was chosen for this program?”
“Of course you can, go ahead.”
You stared at him feeling rather startled. “I thought I just did...”
“I’m just giving you a hard time, kid,” he said, slapping you playfully on the arm. “Do you know what an intern is?”
“Uh-“
“It’s something to look good on your future resume and an opportunity for me to get a little legally free labor.”
Pulling a piece of paper out of his pocket and handing it to you, he added, “Do you remember your way back to the lobby? Of course you do, you look smart. Go run these errands for me. It’ll probably be late when you finish so pick me up some dinner on the way back.”
Then he pressed the elevator button for you before turning and disappearing down a hallway.
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It was day five of your internship and so far the closest thing you had seen to the latest and greatest Stark technology was the inside of his elevator. Ok, so most interns get stuck running errands. It was an expected part of the job. You had accepted that. But it was all you had done all week long. And these weren’t normal errands either. What did the man really need with one hundred pounds of bird seed and a bunch of men’s t-shirts in size x-small?
As you stood at the counter of the custom-designed clothing store waiting to pick up the package that would round out your list of duties for the day, you decided you had to talk to Tony about this. You wanted to learn more than just how much stuff you could manage to pack into your car at one time.
“Maybe he hates me and this is his way of trying to get me to quit?” You thought to yourself. Well, either way, you would talk to him about it as soon as you got back.
“Here you go,” the man said as he placed the box on the counter. “I gotta ask, what are these for? Are you guys having a MC Hammer party or something?”
“I don’t even know what’s in here, so you know more about it than I do.”
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When you got back, you found Tony waiting for you in the living room. Why couldn’t he ever be in the lab? Surely he had a lab here, right?
“Oh, you’re back,” he said, not looking up from his phone as you set the giant box on the coffee table in front of him.
“Tony, we have to talk.”
“Usually that means someone is breaking up with me.”
“All I have done all week is run your stupid errands. I applied for this internship because I wanted to learn some amazing stuff from an awesome guy that I really admire. Now, am I ever going to get to do that?”
“Are you quitting?” He asked, finally looking up at you.
You’d thought about it, and there were times when the idea seemed really tempting (like when you were dragging that one hundred pound bag of birdseed inside without any help), but you couldn’t do it. You wanted to be here more than you had ever wanted anything else.
“No, I just wanted to voice my concerns.”
“Congratulations,” he said, smiling at you. “Welcome to Phase 2. No one has ever made it there before. Usually they give up before the first day is over.”
“So, Phase 2 is where you start showing me some cool tech?” You asked excitedly.
“No, that’s Phase 3.”
“So, what is Phase 2?”
Tony started rubbing his hands together in front of him and laughing evilly. “You’ll see tonight. Be prepared to pull an all-nighter.”
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“Right there,” Tony said, pointing to the exact place where he wanted you to use the soldering gun.
“I know! I know!”
“Okay! Give an intern free reign and they start acting like they run the joint.”
You gave him a side glance to see that he was smirking at you when he said it.
The pair of you had been in Tony’s lab (yes, you finally made it there) fiddling around with different projects ever since the previous night’s “assignments” were completed...speaking of which...
Your focus was interrupted by the sound of Tony snorting like he was desperately trying to hold in his laughter. Looking up, you saw the reason why. Steve was standing in the doorway wearing a shirt that, based on everything you knew about the laws of physics, he shouldn’t have even been able to squeeze into. He was looking from one bicep to the other, flexing them as he did so, wearing an expression that said he was getting more and more confused by the minute.
“Morning, Cap,” Tony said. “Something wrong?”
“I don’t know. Yesterday all my shirts fit, but today—“ his body finished his sentence for him when it popped the shirt at the shoulder seam. “They’re all like this.”
You covered your mouth in an attempt not to laugh and give it away. The thought of him trying to fit his enormous muscles in those x-small shirts you’d bought was more than you could stand.
“Guess you’ve been spending too much time in the gym,” Tony said nonchalantly.
“Since yesterday?” Steve asked.
“It took you about five minutes to get that build seventy years ago. I don’t know how your body works, don’t ask me,” Tony answered.
“Or someone switched them all out like someone did with my pants,” Bruce said from behind Steve.
You just gave up and doubled over in a fit of laughter when you saw Bruce walk into the room in those gigantic big leg pants with the stretchy waist band.
“Any idea who might have done that, Tony?” Bruce asked.
“Nope, none whatsoever.”
“It was probably the same son of a bitch who dumped bird seed on every visible surface of my room,” Clint said, joining the rest of you in the lab but stopping short when he saw Bruce’s pants.
“Hey, I cant be held responsible because you made a mess with your midnight snack,” Tony replied.
Before anyone else could say anything, the sound of a manly scream reached every corner of the building.
“That would be Thor,” you said, looking at Tony with a suddenly serious expression.
“I think we might have gone too far with his.”
“No chance this internship has health insurance to cover my soon-to-be medical bills, is there?”
“No, but the job I’m offering you right now does. Let’s say we talk about it somewhere else.”
“STARK!!” You heard Thor yell.
“Somewhere far away from here,” he added, grabbing you by the arm and dragging you out the door.