200 Park Avenue, Manhattan, New York
Anthony Edward Stark.
Tony stark, fuck. How was I supposed to get a message to Iron Man himself? I pull out my phone and open google maps. 200 Park Avenue, Manhattan, New York. by car 15 minutes away. Walking 23. I contemplate just walking off. Ignoring the deal would mean I'd have babette beats up my ass for the next few months. Also it would mean no rent money thus meaning no cat. "Fucking hell" i muter. "Fuck it." I click the guide on google maps and follow the directions.
This walk isnt bad. Other than almost walking into someone's dad, it's pretty uneventful. I arrive at the Avengers Tower looking up at the tall building. I take mental note that there are 4 guards near the door. It's just a letter. Right? I ignore the fact every single atom in my body is telling me to walk away and walk in. The receptions big i walked up to the front desk.
"Excuse me, i've got mail for tony stark where do i take it?" I ask the male receptionist. "Who do you think you are ah? You got any clue how many people come here a day wanting to give something to iron man, 100s join the queue." he rudely says. I sighed I didn't want to have to do this.
I stare into his eyes. "I've got a letter for tony stark, tell me where to take it." "Take the elevator to the 5th floor, walk down the corridor to the right, there you'll find a second elevator. The code to ride it is 261208. Take the elevator to the 95th floor, that's where you'll find Mr Stark's office." I smirk "Now that wasn't so hard, was it."I smirk and walk over to the elevator. Pressing the call button I'm overcome by guilt. I told myself I wouldn't use my abilities ever again. I'm breaking a lot of promises I made to myself recently.
I take the elevator to the fifth floor.Its a busy ride, most people get off at floors 2 and three. Just me and 4 workers remain now. I take note that they also get off at floor five. They just take the corridor to the left. Walking down the right I look for any security cameras. I notice none. Strange. Arriving at the elevator I press the call button, the door immediately opens. I type in the code 261208, "ACCESS GRANTED" says an automated voice. I click floor 92.
My brain is spiralling how the fuck am i supposed to walk past the avengers into starks office.
Suddenly, the elevator dings, signalling the end of the ride.
"Oh im so fucked." I say as the doors slide open.
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