[the avengers ➼ imagines]

tony stark ≫ no bother, gorgeous

The elevator door's opened, the nerves in the pit of your stomach began to get worse. Today you would start your new job as Tony Starks assistant. Apparently him and Pepper were no longer a thing and he needed a new assistant, you jumped at the job considering the pay and that you were good at what you did. You walked down the long hallway to his office, people were bustling about the place in suits and lab coats.

You reached the end of the hallway and came across a large wooden door with the words 'Tony Stark' written on it.

You smoothed out your skirt, fixed you hair and made sure you had nothing on your face. You knocked on the door, nobody answered, you knocked again still nobody answered.

"What the hell? I'm sure my appointment was scheduled for 2.30pm?" you said under your breath, looking down at your watch to see that it was in fact 2.31pm.

"Can I help you?" a voice from behind you spoke. You turned around to find the one and only Tony Stark standing there, a glass of something in his hand. His hair was standing up on end and he had huge bags under his eyes. His Black Sabbath top was crinkled, it definitely needed ironing.

"Yes, I'm here for an appointment with you." you showed him your appointment slip. "It was scheduled for now." you added quickly.

Realisation washed over his face, his eyes widening. "Oh, I completely forgot, sorry. Please, come in." He said, gently pushing by you and following him.

His office was huge, like gigantic. Bigger than any room in your entire house. The back wall wasn't even a wall, it was a large window looking out on to New York City. A large oak desk was situate in the centre of the room with a large black office chair tucked behind it.

Tony rushed over to the chair and sat down, gesturing for you to do the same in the seat opposite him. He began typing on the keyboard, his eyes watching the computer screen intently.

"What's your name?" he asked, his eyes flicking over to you.

"(Y/N) (Y/L/N)." You smiled, setting your bag down beside you. You fiddles with the files in your bag. You had brought them just incase he needed to know anything more about you but then again he's Tony Stark and with the click of a finger he could probably know more about you than you'll ever know.

"(Y/N), (Y/N)....There we go, (Y/N) (Y/M/N) (Y/L/N)." He began to read about you, quietly mumbling to himself every so often.

"Well after reading that I'm assuming you'll be good at the job, (Y/N). I'll give you a trial 7 working days, starting Monday morning at 8am. You'll finish every night at 8pm unless I say different. Good luck." He smiled, standing up to shake your hand.

"Thank you Mr Stark, thank you so much!" You grinned to yourself.

"Please call me Tony. Mr Stark is my father." He spoke, a hint of sadness on his voice but you ignored it, you were too happy.

"Okay, goodbye and thank you again, Tony." You spoke. Picking up your handbag.

"No bother, gorgeous." He winked.

Oh god.

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Hi guys! I updated a few times this weekend because I'm not sure if I'll be able to through the week because, you know, school. I hope you're enjoying so far. Also, I've nearly got 300 reads, that's so great, thank you so much!