The Prowler

5

:Me>

Guess who's coworkers.>

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<You're fucking with me.

<What's your name?

:Me>

Why would I tell you that? I'm still not convinced you're not a predator>

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<We're gonna be coworkers, why not tell me?

:Me>

Ok, then you tell me yours first.>

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<....I can't do that

:Me>

Then I can't tell you mine.>

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<If you tell me your name, maybe I can convince the owner to promote you.

:Me>

As if I believe a predator has close ties to Tony Stark.>

I'm not telling you my name :))>

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<Fine.

*Switch to Tony*

Tony sits in his office, absentmindedly tapping his finger on his desk as he, once again, attempts to hack this kid's phone.

"If they're as good with their inventing as they are with their coding, then they're gonna be an excellent asset to Stark Industries." Tony grumbles to himself like a toddler, "But hell, why can't I get any information on this kid."

"Tony, what're you mumbling to yourself about?" Natasha asks from across the room where she's lounged on a couch.

"Didn't I tell you to leave ten minutes ago?" Tony accused, glaring towards the woman.

"Two hours ago, actually," Natasha corrects, pointing to the clock on the wall. "You were just too busy texting a mysterious someone to notice."

"This random kid texted me for help writing up a resume and turns out they're gonna be doing an internship here," Tony explains, sighing.

"How'd they get past your phone blocks?" Natasha raises a curious eyebrow, sitting up to fully face Tony.

"That's the problem, I don't know," Tony mumbles, "And even worse, I can't hack the damn phone that texted me."

"Wow, the Tony Stark can't hack something?" Natasha asks, genuinely surprised. "Are you sure this kid isn't with HYDRA?"

"I'm pretty sure the kid is just a sarcastic, over-confident teenager with a talent," Tony says, "They won't tell me their name either so then I can't read over the applications."

"Why don't you read over them anyways and see which are the most impressive or just ones that stick out to you?" Natasha suggests, "If they're that good at coding, I'm pretty sure they'll have some pretty good experience in inventing things."

"The kid did say they had experience," Tony trails off, quickly ordering Friday to ask Pepper to bring the applications to his office. Within a few minutes Pepper was already in the office, a stack of papers in her arms.