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Under it! Tony Stark x Younger!Reader Prologue

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Published: Feb 2, 2014

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"I heard the saying, 'If you love something, let it go.' They clearly were not talking about the person they loved, money, or anything else important. Quite frankly, I think they were a complete idiot. Because, if you love something and it loves you too... or is an inanimate object or item... I really don't think you should let it go." -Tony Stark

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June 14 -8 months after attack by Loki-

Tony Stark sat in his living room, sending young women and men running out of it one after another. It was that time of year again as he let interns go, gave like 2 or 3 minor jobs, and disapproving more interns.

"JARVIS, send in the next intern. And... how many are left?" Tony asked the AI.

"Sending her in now. And 2, sir." He replied in a stressed tone, even though he was an AI.

A bottle blonde woman walked in in a bright outfit, Tony blinked and grabbed his sunglasses off the table. She sat down with a wide smile with her bleached teeth all shiny in the morning light.

"No." Tony looked the woman up and down, taken back by her 'brightness'.

"Wha- But--"

"Too bright, if you walked in that way every morning I will, a. Get a REALLY bad headache or b..... No... wait. They're both the same. Never mind."

She stood up quickly and glared at Tony, showing her true 'rich girl' colors. "Just 'cause daddy has a partnership with my company does not mean I'll give you a job sweetheart." He said sarcastically and sent her out.

He groaned when the door slammed behind her, smoothing his hair back and standing. "Alrighty then, all do--" A small knock was heard at the door. He groaned, 'Another unnatural blonde with BRIGHT clothes and a fake smile.' he thought to himself.

"Come on in!" He called to the door.

It opened slowly to show a short (H/C) girl, about 16 years old if he could guess. She wore a nice white dress shirt and a black tie with matching black pants, but no dress jacket, just a black hoodie with designs on it. He waved a hand for her to come in faster, "Come on, I don't have all day."

She scurried in and sat down on the couch quickly. He looked her over. She had a nice build, she had nice eyes, (E/C). He made a small hmph, question time.

"What are your qualifications?" He asked.

"I look good in black." She mumbled, by the look on her face she hadn't expected him to hear it. She cleared her throat, "I'm organized, good with most people at a business level, getting people cleared out of a room, and can get the cops anywhere within 10 minutes."

"What's your fastest time with the cops?"

"3 seconds. They were having coffee across the street." She responded quickly.

"Hmm, Anything you bad at?"

"Talking to normal people, trying to start a conversation, and..." She paused, she was clearly unprepared for that question. " That's it."

"I see." He nodded, this girl was not a bottle blonde rich girl. "Family?"

"2 older brothers and my mom."

"Name?"

"(F/N)(L/N)." She responded.

"Well then... one more question depends on whether or not you get the job.

"Yes?" She looked at him in all seriousness.

He leaned forward and looked her straight in the eyes...

"Do you know the muffin man?"

With that she was back in the couch unable to breath she was laughing so hard. Stark felt satisfied, he smirked and sat up in his seat. "You got the job, you're my personal assistant." He smiled slightly. She caught her breath and stood up to, trying to wipe the smile off her face.

"Here," He held out a smart phone to her. "All needed contacts are on there, along with mine. You start tomorrow. 9 am, be here with coffee. The order in already at the Starbucks (Tm) down the street, just put my name down and they'll make it. And get what ever you get in the morning. Good day to you." He walked to the door and opened it, showing her the way out.

"Thank you, Mr. Stark." She smiled and held out her hand for him to shake.

"Nope, nope. None of that 'mr. stark' crap. It's just Tony." He smiled and shook her hand.

"See you in the morning, we'll talk hours tomorrow."

With that she turned around and began to walk away, he pretended to close the door, wondering what she might do next.

She started skipping. He shrugged, "Have a good rest of the day, twinkle toes! Welcome to hell tomorrow!" He called and closed the door. This was gonna be something... new?