Hello? Wrong Number.

yeety yeety what should i call-y

"Okay," Tony said sighed as he pulled up the results of the test. "Let's find out who this intern will be." He removed all of the ones between 10% and 30%, pausing slightly. "How did someone get zero percent?" He questioned. According to logic, if someone were to guess all of the questions, then they should technically have gotten 50%... But that's only theoretical. Doesn't mean it's accurate, he could be that dumb, thought Tony as he scrapped that result too. "Hey FRI, pull up the top five tests."

The billionaire looked at the first test. "Eugene Thompson, 99%. Lives in a stable household... has decent dreams..." He skimmed over the ones by Michelle Jones and Ned Leeds before making a decision. "FRIDAY?"

"Yes Sir?"

"Send an email to Eugene Thompson about his internship."

(@.@)

"HEY PUNY PARKERRRR!"

Peter winced as he was hit on the head by a paper clip.

"You know the exam that we did the other day?"

Peter nodded.

"Yeah, those were applications and tests for an internship at Stark Internships. To be The Tony Stark's intern! And guess who got it?"

"Who got it?"

"Guess."

"I did, I guessed 'who got it' like you asked me too." Peter swallowed, realising his mistake. "I didn't mean it like tha-" he yelped slightly as he was shoved roughly into the lockers by the collar of his shirt.

"I'm the intern, Parker. And I'm gonna make sure you never get a job at SI." He dropped his victim and stalked off, leaving Peter trembling like a leaf on the floor. 

"Come on, Peter," MJ said, pulling her friend off the floor, "let's go."

Although he was still shaky and believed that Flash of all people did not deserve the internship, he was grateful inside. If he had gotten the internship, then who knew what would happen. The Avengers would have found out that he was Spider-Man, then they would have done who-knew-what to him, probably turn him in to SHIELD then he may have never been able to see MJ and May again and-

"Peter!"

Peter jumped and turned to his cru- friend. "Yeah?" 

"Were you listening?"

"...no..."

MJ sighed. "Ned and I were discussing how there is still a chance for you to get the internship."

"Yeah." Ned gave his friend a pat on the back. "Flash isn't nearly as smart as you, that's obvious. But you also have different handwriting, so they'll figure it out easy-peasy and then you'll get the-"

"No. No, no, no no no no no!" Ned blinked as Peter wrenched himself away from his friend's grip. "I can't get the internship."

"Why not?" 

"Because they'll figure out who I am! And I don't really want another repulsor blast to my abdomen again."

"Ohhhhhh." Ned exchanged glances with MJ. "How is that going?"

His response was a shrug. "It's slow."

They stood in awkward silence, unsure what to say next.

"Well..." MJ was determined to break the silence. "Let's hope that they don't figure out who really did Flash's test."

***

Nat flipped the page of her book, casually kicking Clint every now and then as her legs dangled over the edge of the seat. The Giver had her hooked.