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Peter’s View
This is unreal, is this a dream? I’m probably dreaming, right? How did I even get accepted as a potential candidate to work as an intern at Stark tower! Holy Crap!
“Peter this is amazing! Congratulation!” Aunt May said while looking over my shoulder. She was looking at the letter I was holding. It was saying how I got accepted as a ‘potential candidates.’
“Honey? You okay?”
“May, I-I think…”
What am I even thinking? This is the greatest day of my life! Or maybe the worst?
“Oh my God, what if they don’t like me, what if I did something so humiliating at the Tower and one of the cameras filmed me and they make it viral, or maybe-”
“Peter stop.” Aunt May said, placing her hands on my shoulders. “There is nothing you should worry about, you’re going to be fine, and I’m going to make sure you look presentable at your interview.” She said looking firmly into my eyes, and when she does, I can’t help but feel that she’s right, that everything will be okay. But still, I’m Peter Parker, when was there a time I wasn’t clumsy.
“Anyway, Pete, how about we start making dinner.”
“But May, I-I’m not ready.”
“For dinner?”
“No not that, the interview, I haven’t practice socializing in like… ever!” Sure, I talk to Ned and MJ every day, and with me being Spiderman means that I get to give quick jokes to total strangers. But this is different, this is a chance to a future job!
She grabbed my cheeks in a playful way before saying “You have a week honey, a whole week to practice. And I’ll be here for moral support and teach you how to give a proper handshake, in case you forgot how human interaction works.”
I smiled at that, she knows what to say when I get nervous. Maybe I can ask Ned and MJ for help at school tomorrow.
“Come on Pete, food isn’t going to cook itself.”
And so, after May and I burned our dinner, we decided to order some Chinese food. We talked about our days, then we watched T.V before going to sleep. Or at least until May went to sleep, I went
Patrolling right after I made sure May was in her room. I then came back from patrol at a ridiculous time before falling in bed, only to wake up for school.
And so here I was, walking beside Ned in the school halls.
“You got the internship!” Ned practically screamed, even though I told him countless of time how much it hurts when he does that, I can’t be mad at him though, Ned is the coolest friend. And after he found out that I was Spiderman he took three full days of asking me weird spider related questions, on the fourth day he suggested on helping me make another Spiderman suit. The result of the new suit was a thousand times better than the onesie I made myself. The new one looked like a real superhero outfit, I made new containers for my web shooters, without counting my original web-line, I was able to create a container for a web I called wed-sheets, I also have an electric-web added to my collection. Ned installed a voice modulator to the suit, and finally, one of my favorite invention that I made with Ned is a robot spider that is added on the Spiderman outfit, it’s connected on my phone, I named him Mini Spy. The Spy is short for spider, it also means spy… get it, it’s wordplay… Genius!
“Oh my god, Peter! You know what that means!” Ned said stopping all of a sudden. “You’re going to meet Tony Stark!”
“Ned first off, I have to pass an interview that I will mostly 100% fail. Second, I’m pretty sure Tony Stark would have more important matters to attend too than seeing me.”
“Peter first off, an interview is not a test… I think… and second, Tony Stark would totally take his time to meet you. But if you’re really stressed about the interview, why not talk to MJ, she probably knows more than I do.”
Before I had the time to thank Ned for reassuring me Flash bumps into my shoulder. “Move out of the way Penis.”
Great, thanks Flash, great moral support.
“What a jerk.” Ned says.
“Yeah, well it could be worst, at least he’s not throwing punches at me.” Which I am grateful for. Meeting supervillains don’t always start and end with stupid nicknames…Wait a minute… yes, they do, I take that back. Point is, they hate my guts and they show it with action, unlike Flash.
“Dude, mentally bullying someone is as bad as physical bullying.”
We finally arrived at our class and I spotted MJ sitting at her desk reading. As Ned said, I’m pretty sure she would have great knowledge to pass on, and so I walk straight to her while Ned goes for his seat on the other side of the class.
“MJ, I need your help.”
"No."
“But this is really important.”
She responded in her usual tone. “Like that one time, you asked me what the meaning of ‘Siri’ is?”
“Siri wouldn’t tell me herself!”
MJ let out a huff of sarcastic air before looking up at me for a few seconds before going straight back to her book.
“It’s for an interview MJ!”
“So what?”
“I really don’t know what to do, like what am I supposed to say?!” At that moment the school bell rings and the teacher told us to take our seat. “Please MJ.”
She exhaled before saying “We’ll talk at lunch.”
And so that’s what I did, at lunchtime I frantically looked around for MJ until Ned pointed in her direction. I took a seat next to her and started asking questions, she would normally reply with “Look it up on the web” which I probably wouldn’t, and in the end, she started asking me questions as if she was interviewing me, which truly helped.
“One last thing Pete. At the end of an interview, they’re going to ask you if you have any questions for them. What do you say?” She asked me while raising only one of her eyebrows, she normally does that when she is expecting something smart out of you.
“I-uhm. Tell them that I don’t have any questions since I already know the basic of how they work and what they want from me?”
And her one eyebrow went back down, that’s not a good sign.
“No, what you want to ask them is. ‘Do you have any question about me that concerns you.’ That way if they're not sure about something you said you can try to fix it, and don’t fuck it up.”
“Yeah, and thank you so much MJ! You have no idea how much you helped me!”
And so, the next couple of days went by in a blink of an eye, that is until the day where I was expected at Stark’s Tower, that day took forever, the worst part was that I still haven’t walked through the tower’s door yet. This was going to be hell.