Time • [T.S x reader]

Chapter 1;

You had never been to America before. The contrast of the world compared to your own was insane. The tall buildings enough to put a crick in your neck the more you looked up at them and the hustle of the city.

New York – the city that never sleeps.

Steam was travelling from underneath the pavement, the yellow school buses lined the streets, the sound of sirens and the smell of hotdogs. All things you assumed were make believe. Just in the films. It was right in front of you. Including the Avengers tower.

You felt like pinching yourself and even holding AJ's hand, but he wasn't there with you. It was just you in this giant city, all alone. The months leading up to you leaving your country to come here, were, well eventful. Back and forth in your mind, second guessing yourself and not wanting to leave your family and friends. Sure, there was Facetime, but it wasn't like being in person with them.

However, you knew this was an amazing opportunity to be given and you would be a fool to turn away from it. The fact that THE Stark Industries thought you were capable was more than enough for your ego, which was almost non-existent. No, that's a lie. You knew you were good, but you could be better and that was the point.

Walking through the glass double doors you walked up to the desk, "Hi, I'm here for the Internship." The receptionist looked up at you with a lovely smile, chewing her gum, her fake nails tapped away at the keyboard.

"What's your name, Sweetie?" She popped her glassed back up the bridge of her nose, evidently, they were slipping down.

You told her your name and she handed you a lanyard.

"Just a quick picture." Quickly the flash went off in your face, before you even had time to pose for the photo. Oh well, no one was going to see that apart from you. She handed you a small plastic card to slide into the lanyard, you turned it around, so the photo wasn't facing outwards. You didn't want to deal with the embarrassment of anyone seeing it on your first day.

"Floor 32 - have a lovely time, Sweetie." Her thick accent as she spoke to you. She went back to typing into the computer and chewing on her gum, as you walked towards the elevators.

Making your way up the floors didn't take too long. Before you knew it you were on the 32nd floor with a bunch of other people, interns you guessed. You shuffled into a corner out of the way and waited to be called in for your interview. You were nervous. What if you'd travelled all this way and they didn't like you? No, ludicrous thinking.

Another lady came round handing out numbers, she gave you yours. You were number 30. The women was very similar to the other women downstairs.

"Stark must have a type."

You turned to face the mystery voice and smiled, "Yeah, seems like it."

A hand extended towards you, "Zak."

You took it slowly and introduced yourself to him. You and Zak ended up chatting for a while. Mundane stuff, mostly about why you were here and what your scientific passions were. As the time went on and more people filtered out, it was only you and Zak left.

You realised he was number 29, so he was next.

"Well, if I don't see you again, it was lovely to meet you." Zak said.

"I'll literally see you when you walk back out." You tried to hide the smile that was forming.

"Yeah but - you know what I mean." Zak continued, he turned away from you and walked towards the door.

It must have been thirty minutes before Zak emerged again, a great big smile on his face.

"I'm guessing it's good news?"

He nodded his head rapidly. You had literally met this man a few hours ago and in that time you had concluded that he was akin to a Labrador.

Your name was called, Zak looked at you and gave you a reassuring nod. "It will be okay, you'll smash it, Doctor Who." Referring to the fact that you had told him about your time travel theory.

This what it. The moment you had been waiting for, pretty much your whole life. Through those doors was the man you deemed to be your hero. Your inspiration. Everything you wanted to achieve; he had already done it.

You stepped through the door, your breath catching in your throat as you looked at him. Tony Stark. You had only ever seen him on television or in pictures, never did you think you would be in the same room as him. Let alone work for him.

"It's been a long day." He began, not once looking up at you, "you have sixty seconds to intrigue me, otherwise, it's bye-bye for you."

Wow, he was a dick.