The Internship

I'm smart?

Chapter One: Percy POV

I still don't know how I did it. I applied like any other person would, but in my case I had been kicked out of numerous schools, had failing grades, and had gone missing for a year. And my name was Percy Jackson, the "stupid and oblivious" boy who was always just a pawn. I also had ADHD and dyslexia, and a detention record to back it up.

Yet somehow I was accepted for an internship at STARK industries. Yes, you heard me, STARK industries, the billion dollar company that only hires the brightest minds! I don't know if it was a mistake or not, but I'ma go with it. I was accepted along with one other teen, Peter Parker, to be a personal assistant.

I parked in the parking garage, and headed up to the lobby. As I walked in, some of the girls were laughing at me and twitching their eyes.
Did I have something on my face? Anyways, as I arrived at the receptionist desk, things started to sink in. I was really going to be an intern at STARK industries.

"Name?" The lady droned, not even bothering to look up.

"Percy Jackson." I responded.

"There is no Percy Jackson on the list." She then looked up, "Oh! Your Perseus, I saw your picture, you're the new intern correct?" She blushed.

"Um, yeah?" I said, unsure of how to respond. This place was way out of my comfort zone, and I stuck out like a sore thumb.

"Floor 54 for you, here's your pass. You can go anywhere since you're an assistant." The lady droned on again, regaining her posture.

"Um, ok." I mumbled.

I headed to the elevator, my head down. I felt completely out of place with all of these geniuses surrounding me. I tried to avoid eye contact at all costs, but people kept staring at me. They must know that I don't belong here.

As the elevator door slid open, a security guard stopped me and asked for my ID. He didn't seem to believe that I worked here, and I agreed with him. It took a lot of evidence and convincing to finally get him to let me in, and it seemed like hours to ADHD people like me. After the small commotion, I finally arrived at Ms. Potts office.

"Ahh, you're here! I expected you to be a bit late. The security here is much too high for my liking, so don't be sorry for being a couple minutes late." Ms. Potts smiled as she opened her door.

"Thank the Gods she is an understanding person." I thought.

"Why thank you." She giggled.

I really need to stop voicing my thoughts, it's such a bad habit. I looked around the space, analyzing it of any danger. Annabeth has been tutoring me in observation techniques, claiming that I was "oblivious and stupid" when it came to my surroundings. I gave a once over of the room and... oh styx... I was very high up.

"What do you see?" She prompted, looking mildly curious.

"Umm, a 60 by 85 foot modernized styled office with bulletproof and... nature resistant glassware. There are security cameras hidden in the sprinklers and in a few pictures along the walls and on your desk, every third one to be exact. There is a secret entrance to some sort of elevator on the left wall, most likely leading to the Avengers floor. There is a voice control system installed in the walls, 3 inches in, with some sort of artificial intelligence. The material of the appliances are most likely made of... a reinforced iron mixture. The walls are also soundproof with a frequency blocking any use of spy equipment. The windows are one-sided and there is an air freshener... lavender, in the air vents, which are concealed in the top corners of the walls. Everything is smudge-proof with a shiny accent to demonstrate tidiness. The upper right ceiling is weak to attack, so there is most likely some sort of emergency storage unit above it that drops down. And we are over 1784 feet in the air. Um, why do you ask?'' I responded. Wow. I really need to stop hanging out with Annabeth.