You had been Tony Starks personal intern for the past three months and he had always been known as the cold hearted boss that didn’t really give one about his employees, even you, his personal intern, he did give one about you, he just didn’t show it well.

You arrived to work late one night, messy hair, car keys in one hand, shoe laces untied.

“You’re late, where have you been?” Tony asked when you rushed in, loving your messy state, you looked cute, though he didn’t say anything.