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Me: *updates this after 8 months and 10 days* sorry

Annabeth sighed as she opened the room to her dorm. The day had been very stressful school-wise and it hadn't helped that a random hellhound had decided to harass her as she was walking down the road from the post office. She threw her stuff down onto the floor and flopped onto the couch. For the moment, she was alone, since her roommate was currently at the library two floors down. Annabeth couldn't say she didn't blame the girl. The school she was attending was very prestigious and very expensive, but the classes were extremely hard, demanding much of the little free time the students had. Of course, funds weren't a problem when they were coming from the goddess of wisdom. Annabeth stared up at the ceiling for a moment longer, listening to the EDM music thumping faintly from the party on the fourth floor. She turned her attention to the pile of mail she had collected. It wasn't much, just a local politician trying to get his name out, a National Geographic magazine and a plain envelope with a name on the side. Tony Stark. Annabeth's eyes widened and her heart began beating faster. She opened the envelope with shaky hands. It had her name on it, but Annabeth could tell that it was a prewritten format. Regardless, Annabeth began reading.

Dear Annabeth Chase,

It is with heartfelt gratitude that I, Tony Stark, would like to extend my congratulations to you. You are the fifth out of nearly five hundred applicants to have obtained the Stark Industries Internship. Upon reviewing your resumé, your outstanding qualities set you apart from the rest. Your internship will begin in two weeks on Monday. This internship will last one year and upon the completion of the internship, I will determine as to whether or not you will receive a position within Stark Industries.

Best regards, Tony Stark

Annabeth sat back in disbelief. Leo was never gonna believe it. She was gonna be an intern for Tony freaking Stark at Stark Industries. He was their idol. Annabeth sprinted to her bed, letter in hand. She set a prism on her nightstand, flicked on a flashlight, casting a rainbow on the wall, and flicked a drachma through the rainbow.

"O Iris, goddess of the rainbow, accept my offering. Show me Leo Valdez," Annabeth said. The rainbow shimmered, changing to an image of Leo at Camp Half-Blood, talking to Jason and Piper.

"Leo!" she said. Jason noticed her first, pointing to Leo. Leo turned and grinned.

"Hey, Annabeth. What's up?"

"Look!" she said, holding up the letter. Leo scanned it, eyes widening.

"No way!" he yelled. "That's awesome!"

"I know, right?!" Annabeth said. Jason held up his hand.

"Hang on. What's so special?"

"Annabeth got an internship at Stark Industries!" Leo yelped. Piper's eyes widened.

"No freaking way. Annabeth, you're lucky. My dad and I have met Tony a few times and he is one of the coolest guys ever,"

"And he's got the godsdamned Iron Man suits and invented the Arc Reactor. Dude's freaking awesome!" Leo said. Annabeth smiled when she heard footsteps in the hallway.

"Gotta go, guys. Talk to you later." Annabeth swiped her hand through the image, disconnecting the message. The door opened and Annabeth's roommate stepped in.

"Hey, Blondie," the girl said, pocketing her phone.

"Hi, Michelle." Annabeth greeted. Michelle Jones, Annabeth's roommate, was a snarky, intelligent girl a year younger than Annabeth. She was very introverted, spending much of her time reading alone. Despite her cynicism, Annabeth and Michelle became very good friends. Michelle had transferred from Midtown Science High School and Midtown School of Science and Technology at the end of her sophomore year. Annabeth had heard other kids refer to it as The Lesser Nerd School.

"Look at this," Annabeth said, handing Michelle the letter. Michelle read over it. Her expression didn't change, save for her eyebrow quirking up.

"Nice job. Luckily for you, you'll be with someone I know." Michelle said. Annabeth frowned.

"You know other people than me?" Annabeth deadpanned. Michelle rolled her eyes.

"Ha ha. Yes, I do. He was on the academic decathlon team with me last year and our sophomore year."

"What's his name?" Annabeth asked. Michelle sighed.

"Peter. Peter Parker."

Yes, I did just update this. Yes, I am gonna be more consistent with this. I still get follow/favorite notifications. As of this publication, there are 34 follows and 22 favorites. So I call BS if I don't get any reviews. (that's a shameless review plug becuase I need those if I want to have any sort of goddamned inspiration to write). Peace out! -RFA