| "I am trying to do the job that you were meant to do." |

Stark Tower, noon sharp.

The first day blues of working as an intern at the world’s most prestigious technology company - well, minus the likes of say, Commodore-Microsoft or IBM - was starting to get to you as you were riding the elevator to the penthouse office of your boss.

It was no secret that Stark Industries was one of the most prized companies in the world - and with it came high demand for positions. Especially in the technology sector. Many a fight, many a tear, many a resume was given and received and shed over the opportunity to work with the best and brightest of the industry; many more, the opportunity to - at the very least - meet the legendary CEO himself, Tony Stark - aka, the Iron Man.

Well, that was when he was alive.

With Stark sacrificing himself for the greater good, and his body buried, Stark Industries had fallen into a weird state. Although it still maintained its excellent reputation for technology and science, it was also noticeable that the company - in some way - had lost the vision of its leader. Having shed his image as a war profiteer and playboy during the early years, Tony had made the company into an innovative, future-thinking beast; easily cornering all her rivals in the latest advancements, rivaled only by the likes of the ever-looming New York titan Vought International, Russia’s growing Cossack Industries Ltd., or Japan’s veteran darling Fujitsu. Without him, it felt as though, slowly, the true ambition of Stark was falling out - a sort of fusion of pragmatism and adherence to his ideals was emerging. No one knew if it was for good or for bad - but everyone agreed that a change in course was needed.

This was where you came in.

Like so many others in university, you wanted a high-paying job in the corporate world. Like many others, you wanted a job at Stark Industries and even applied for an internship there. And when you got that internship - working for the new CEO, Pepper Potts herself - you were over the moon. An opportunity to work with the wife of Tony himself - someone you admired, someone who was smart and beautiful in a perfect package? You couldn’t hesitate to take it.

Now, as the elevator stopped, you exhaled - expelling all the fears you had - and walked the hallway to her office at the end.

You knocked on the door. Once, then twice.

Then, Pepper’s voice - calm, authoritative - emerged.

“Oh, hello? Please, enter,” she responded. “I assume you’re the new intern?”