Welcome to Office Hours, a AU Avengers fic!
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"Now I would like to get this meeting along." starting the early mandatory meeting for the department heads of Stark Industries.
"Roll Call." Coulson started checking off names on a neat clipboard, as the oval room held seven chairs, Department Head Directors sitting in each, two unoccupied.
"Department of Human Resources, Dr. Bruce Banner."
"Ah, uh, here, present?" A timid quiet man with curly black hair answered. Bruce said questioningly, as if he didn't exactly know how to respond.
"Department of Advertising and Media, Thor Odinson."
A tall broad man with blonde hair, blue eyes, sparkling teeth and rugged charms answered in a grey suit. "I am here." Thor answered with a rumble.
Coulson checked off the names, not really good with faces although he was trying in his new higher position as their supervisor.
"Um, Department of Trained Officials, eh, Natasha Romanoff?"
A slender redhead with a serious demeanor in a black skirt and red top answered. "Here." Natasha spoke, clearly bored with this procedure.
"...Trained Officials, I'm sorry can you tell me exactly what your department is?" Coulson asked clearly not grasping the Department title or its use.
"*sigh* My department is for training new employees, sectioning them off into respectable positions and departments, preparing them for the workload, procedures, liabilities, and expectations of Stark Industries in the way we run our company." Natasha said bored, and growing impatient with this new supervisor.
"I see. Department of Customer Service, Steve Rogers."
A patient clean cut man with short blonde hair, focused blue eyes replied, "Always here, sir." Steve gave a nod of notification, earning a small appreciative slime from Coulson, before checking him off.
"Department of Security, Clint Baron."
"Barton." Clint corrected, serious demeanor, and eyes sharp and focused, seeming to catch everything.
"Excuse me, Barton. Department of Science and Technology Development, Anthony Stark."
Coulson raised his eyebrows in suprise of the surname. Was this the son of the founder?
Coulson raised his head from the clipboard, when silence filled the room.
"Stark?" Coulson asked when no one responded.
"Sir, if I may inform you, Stark never comes to these meetings." Clint said with a official tone, the others agreeing in silence and irritation.
"So where is he?"
"Sir, I suggest that you awaken sir. A call from your new supervisor is incoming." JARVIS said throughout the room, waking the slumbering Department Director, Tony Stark.
"Let it go to voicemail...Have I missed the meeting?" Tony said, his voice muffled in his pillow.
"Sir, you have, and are precisely 2 hours and 43 minutes late for work." JARVIS answered back.
"Good." Tony muffled back into his sleep.
"Sir. Another call from Mr. Coulson. Would you like to receive it?"
"No, and who the hell is that?"
"Your new supervisor sir."
"Don't answer. Let him find out one thing about Tony Stark. Tony Stark never comes in on time, and never goes to meetings.
"Sir, if I may correct, those are two things about you."
"Now, Jarvis, shut up." Tony mumbled, sinking back into his bed.
"Sir, Mr. Coulson is at the door. Shall I let him in?"
"No."
"I am sorry sir, it seems your command is being overwritten."
"By who?"
"By me." Tony looked up to see Coulson staring down at him with patience, although seriously irritated.
"Uh, intruder."
"My apologies, sir, but he is an acquaintance of your fathers, as well as your employer. How do you think he overwrote your command?" Jarvis explained as Tony grumbled a hushed swear into his pillow.
"Stark... Today was a mandatory meeting with all of the department heads, and your swelled head was not present." Coulson said, as politely as possible.
"No I'm sure I was there, Natasha was dancing on top one of the table with the others throwing bills at her as you and I were chatting over the keg." Tony explained while hiding his head under the pillow, Coulson staring down at him with an even higher raised brow.
"Sir, I believe that was a dream." Jarvis pointed out.
"And a pretty damn good one... Now if you'll excuse me, I have another 'meeting' to go to. And you're not invited to this one." Tony says as he pulls up the covers. Coulson easily pulls them off the bed.
"Hey now, don't be jealous you weren't invited." Tony mumbles into his pillow, the cold air of the room hitting his body. Coulson grabs him and pulls him out of bed, dragging Tony as he holds on to the pillow against his head.
"Isn't there like a dressing policy? You can't me drag me to the office in an undershirt and boxers. I'll sue for sexual harassment." Tony casually says as he is dragged down the stairs.
"You're going to sue your father's company because you were late and couldn't get dressed?"
"I'm not answering that until I call my lawyers." Coulson sighs as he drops Tony's collar, only being able to drag him to the living room.
"Fine, I have a better solution to your 'legal affairs'. Jarvis." Coulson snaps his finger.
"By your lead, sir." Jarvis affirms, and as Coulson stands Tony up, robotic hands popping out from the floor with various pieces of clothing and morning necessities. Tony is then bounced around like a pinball as each robotic arm does their job. Applying deodorant, putting a white collared shirt along with a red tie, tightening it up enough to almost choke Tony. Another group of hands pull up a pair of black dress pants and then tightening the belt way too tight. A black suit is thrown over him as his hair is combed back, causing Tony to wince at the hard yank. Finally, a hand grabs Tony's chin and opens his mouth, forcing a mint inside and causing him to hack a little.
"Jarvis... you're gonna pay for this, and not just because I clearly told you I like fresh mint, not winter fresh." Tony tries to say as the tie continues to cut his air flow, while his pants make his legs stand up straight and barley movable. Another hand pops out from the ground platform in the immaculate company apartment complex and places a car freshener into his suit pocket.
"Nothing's better than that new car smell." Coulson says with a serious tone, although laughing in the inside, as he grabs Tony's arm and rushes him out the door to his car.
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~Raven
