Family values

The front doors of Stark Industries opened hospitably in front of us, and we were able to fully experience all the power and influence of a huge corporation. Perhaps this was not the worst solution to my problem. Nevertheless, when we passed through the access system, I thoughtlessly, acting on the machine, just put my wrist to the reader, completely forgetting that I was holding a guest pass issued to us during the tour of the head. — Pete, — the guard from the counter waved his hand, — have you been away for a long time, have they sent you to Hong Kong, together with the promoters? There are three packages and two letters for you here. Will you pick it up now or send it to your room with Friday? — I'll pick it up on the way out, — I waved my hand and hurried away somewhere far away. Flash's eyes flashed unkindly at that moment, and he glared at me curiously. It was as if he had guessed something and was now trying to decide how best to take advantage of the situation. Yes, no… The ravings of a madman. This jerk just decided that everything was allowed to him, and here is such a bummer. In fact, I was known in one of the leading corporations in the country and quite passably communicated. Even the mail over there comes here, and not to Aunt May's house. Although there was nothing surprising in this. I spent more time in the tower with the Avengers than in her house. And now it's gone sideways for me. No… Seriously, who would believe that an ordinary intern is ready to kiss in the ass and smile with all his teeth, if only he was satisfied. I understood that I didn't have much time left to study and our paths would part. The school will be left behind, and any university in the world will accept me without even asking questions. Tony Stark's proteges will be ready to tear off with their hands and feet, just to snatch them from the competition. But was I going to study? Do I need an empty diploma, the price of which is a couple of my salaries at Stark Industries? Sighing, I tried to drive away useless thoughts from myself, but in the conditions of psychological warfare with myself, it was difficult to do this. I didn't want to show my affiliation not just to interns, but to Stark's personal assistants. The most complete information about everything happening in the dungeons of the tower was sewn into my pass on my arm. Ordinary workers did not have such a complete and uncontrolled opportunity to wander around the floors. Friday identified me as a junior owner who, in an emergency, will be given full control and the opportunity to use the potential of Stark's forces. — You must have an interesting job here, — Flash's hand rested on my shoulder, — it's not even envious that you got it. Although I didn't expect from a nerd like you. And without another word, he walked away to Barbara. Looking after him in surprise, I just twirled my finger at my temple and thought that it would be nice to really get behind the group and just run away from the building. And then join them at the entrance. I don't think Tony checked the activation of his personal passes every five minutes and could have detected my appearance in the tower. But still, I didn't want to risk the integrity of my ass. Natasha, I wouldn't just write like that. If she warned, then there really was something to worry about and worry about. Except everyone else was watching me too closely. And Ned, who could help in this difficult matter, was sulking at me because I didn't tell him who Romanoff was. No, well, I answered him honestly, and he was offended like a little one, without even trying to figure out if I was joking or serious. So, under the gaze of the others, I trudged after the guide. The premises through which we were to be led were of no particular interest to me. After all, all the magic took place upstairs, in Tony Stark's private room, which is equipped with the latest technology. I almost didn't get out of there anyway, developing the latest costume model for myself and perfecting shooters. And now I was afraid to even approach the elevator, which was opened only by touching the personal chips of the Avengers team and a limited circle of trusted persons. The very first department we were brought to began to make me sad. I leaned against the wall and tried not to distract anyone. For the tense backs of the employees and their thoughtful faces into the monitors, on which the picture did not even move. It seems that they, too, have already found out that the owner's protege came with his class on an excursion. Time flowed slowly and was not going to accelerate. I almost slept with my eyes open and even relaxed. The spider sense was cut off and now it wasn't screaming that they were going to kill us and sacrifice us to some god, like Loki, who had recently registered in Stark's office, on rights that I didn't understand. They were constantly studying maps of distant space and drawing some diagrams. I asked a couple of times, but they just waved me off and said they didn't know themselves yet. Now it was getting kind of uncomfortable at all, from the fact that I was trying to poke my nose into their personal affairs. But anyway, the salvation of the whole universe depended on them, and I couldn't blame them for the fact that sometimes their roof was blown off. Sometimes the plywood was driving so hard that only Steve's strong hand could hold me in place, who looked at me with a serious look and hinted that it was not worth getting hot. And if in order to maintain sanity, it is sometimes necessary to cut off the boundaries of what is permissible, then it is better to do it in a place where no one will find out that the masked heroes, sometimes even those psychotic guys. The group moved to the next compartment, and I regretfully thought that it would have been better to bow to Stark and really voluntarily surrendered to the mercy of the leader. But while the ass sensed danger and I wasn't going to risk my safety. Slowly and surely, I was sinking into the abyss of despair and hatred for the whole world, which was quietly beginning to hate me. And it wouldn't be so disgusting if it weren't for the constant glances of Flash, who somehow grinned idiotically and almost continuously followed my every move. As if he didn't care at all about the chance to wander around Stark Industries and he was plotting something completely different. So everything would have ended... safely and without unnecessary blood loss, until we moved into the testers' zone. And then there was just the same boundless power of "Friday", which made sure that no one was injured, killed or stole the company's secret developments. A young intern, who really was such, and did not usually sit in Stark's personal laboratory, came up to me and quietly called out and handed me an internal earphone. Moreover, my personal one, which I left on the table in the room during the escape from the tower. Stark Industries kept its secrets well, and such a demonstration in front of the class would not have led to good. But glancing around, I realized that no one cares about me. Outside the window, a new armor was being tested, which even the Hulk should not have damaged. But the longer I waited, the more clearly I realized that it was better to accept a kind of invitation from an unknown person. There were several options: Tony Stark, in person, or Natasha Romanova, who was still using the owner's card. With a heavy sigh, I quietly moved as far as possible into the common recreation area, where there was a kitchen for employees and several comfortable sofas. After greeting the guys who usually helped to adjust the settings of the strays created for the Avengers, I poured myself a coffee and quietly inserted a transmitter into my ear, waiting for the voice to come to life and predict my future fate. But to my surprise, nothing happened, the earphone was still on neutral purity, waiting for incoming reception. — Peter, — suddenly the voice of "Friday" forced me out of my stupor, — Miss Romanoff is waiting for you in the forty-eighth box of the training compartment. I ask you to go there immediately. — "Friday", I can't leave the tour, I'm not here on free bread, — quietly, covering his mouth with a mug, said in response. — It is better for you to meet Natalia first than to immediately fall under the eyes of Mr. Stark, — the system informed me, — he is still angry at you for your stupid behavior. He promised to flog you the moment you appeared in front of him. I ask you to think it over carefully and talk to Ms. Romanoff, I think she will find a way to smooth over the conflict. "Okay, I get you," I had to agree with the AI. With a heavy sigh, I looked into the muddy muck, which was proudly called coffee, and decided that in some ways "Friday" was certainly right. I risked getting scolded. No one will kill me or torture me, but I am not immune from a good brain cleaning. So you'll have to work hard to make amends for your truly idiotic act. Did I seriously believe that Tony or someone else didn't know about the superpowers of spider sense? Yes, they only pretended to hide their relationship inside the tower. In fact, three months later I was eighteen, and many, like Flash, lost their virginity at sixteen and bragged about it to the whole school. No, even he could not boast that for the first time in his life he was personally sucked by a Black Widow and at the same time did not even resent the fact that they finished in her mouth. He was with some girl from the design academy and next to a red-haired beauty with a mind-blowing figure, it wasn't even close. But the fact itself remained a fact. He bullied me, and I couldn't even answer. For how would I explain that one of the Avengers was giving me a blowjob while I was biting the pillow and trying not to listen to the voices coming from the common room of the tower? I would be considered a complete idiot… — Excuse me, I'm going to the bathroom, — I said, attracting the attention of the teacher and the guide. — Peter, just for a little while, — the class girl looked at me sternly, — we have to leave soon. — Mr. Parker, on the way, you can also go to the third team, something with the prototype "ZNU-17/189", - the head of the testers looked at me and nodded. "Peter," the woman growled softly. — I understand, — I shook my head, — work during working hours, and now study. And no longer listening to their conversation, I turned on my heels and hurried out of sight of the class. The prototype of the new air board, created based on the layout of the Silver Surfer board, could wait until better times. Right now my main goal was to protect my own ass from Stark's punishing hand, and for that I needed to talk to Natasha before Friday stopped hiding my presence from Tony. Well, come on, I'll solve problems as they come. And first of all, I need to get into the forty-eighth training room, given to Natasha personally and no one had access to it…