The gym finally shook off its stunned silence, and erupted into surprise chatter with each other. Peter just stared dumbly, as he absent-mindedly started to smile.

Tony Stark. The Tony Stark. In his school. Talking to his school, just because. Peter was amazed. He had practically worshipped the man, as the millionaire was basically the reason he got interested in science in the first place.

Meanwhile, Tony just watched the surprised reaction of the crowd. Needless to say, he was loving this. Making a bunch of teenagers lose their minds just by his presence. It soothed his ego. However, he was there for a reason.

"Spider-Man," he suddenly said into the microphone, making the entire crowd hush in confusion.

Peter felt his heart sink.

Stark smirked. "Now that I have your attention," he started, showing that the webhead wasn't what he wanted to talk about. "I would like to talk about something very near and dear to my heart. Stark Industries."

He took the microphone off the podium, as he began to walk around with it.

"Now, with that company, I started projects that helped propel the world into the way it is today." He shrugged. "For better or worse," he admitted. "It was my baby. But now, I have a whole bunch of babies to take care of. They're called the Avengers."

The crowd laughed at the joke. Peter frowned. It was ok, he guessed.

"The point is, I'm much busier than I use to be. So busy that I don't exactly have time to do all the things I want to do. I mean, I'm a genius, but I haven't figured out how to make time stop."

"Where's he going with this?" Mary Jane asked Peter, who merely shrugged.

Tony continued. "Which is why I will be taking over your principal's office-"

"Wait, what?" Principal Beck quietly asked.

"And will be interviewing anyone here who is interested in an internship for yours truly." He then pointed at himself, before mouthing the word 'me'. "You don't have to be good at science, or math, or be particularly smart at all. It definitely helps, a lot, but it's not necessary. Come on down, and we'll see if you're unique enough for the job."

With that, he dropped the mic, and walked out, making the school go nuts in the process.

Mary Jane squealed in delight. "Can you imagine interning for Iron Man?" She asked, as she turned and grabbed Gwen's hands.

The young Stacy girl was just as excited. "Can you imagine having that on your college transcript? You could get into any university you want!"

"This is awesome!" Harry exclaimed, playfully punching Peter in the arm.

Peter silently agreed, as he smiled. That internship was his.

Norman Osborn was not a patient man.

He liked being the one in control. The one to make all of his hours and decide when he was going to do what. He like being able to go from project to project, meeting to meeting to meeting, and conference to conference when he, and only he, wanted to.

So why on God's green Earth did he agree to wait in his office for a meeting?

He impatiently tapped his desk, as he was seated behind it, waiting in his office. He stared at the double doors that lead to the room, waiting for his client to show up. He wished the roles were reversed, that way he could of checked on any of the other projects his corporation was busy making at the moment.

Instead, he was here, wasting time.

The doors opened, making him perk up. He saw an old, bald man in a suit, holding a briefcase.

He rose out of his seat. "Dammit Toomes!" He scolded. "Don't you own a watch?"

The older man shut the doors behind him. "A pleasure to see you too, Osborn."

Osborn continued to berate him, as he placed the briefcase on the desk. "Four O'clock is four O'clock. I have a company to run. I can't afford to wait around for Uncle Sam to 'grace' me with their presence."

The government agent frowned. "Osborn, when it comes to the US government, your time is our time. Got it?"

Norman went quiet. Most people were too intimidated by him to respond when he started talking. Interested, he narrowed his eyes, and crossed his arms over his imposing figure.

Adrian took that as a sign to continue. "I assume you know about our proposed weapons contract with Oscorp?"

Osborn nodded. "Yes. I've been talking to your superiors about it for the last three days."

Toomes smiled. "Good. We're looking for a contractor who could give us the type of weaponry the government is looking for. One who doesn't have as many qualms as, say, Stark, for instance."

Norman smirked slightly. "That won't be a problem."

Toomes opened up the briefcase. "I'm happy to hear that," he told Osborn, as he gave the CEO of Oscorp a small vile, containing a green liquid.

Osborn examined the liquid, as his expression soon changed from curious to shocked. "Is this the-?"

"Yes," Adrian answered. "The Super Soldier serum. Or at least, an unstable prototype."

Norman just stared at it in awe.

"Are you ready to make history?"

"And that's when I caught the pass that won us the championship gold!"

In the principal's office at Midtown High, Flash Thompson was currently trying to convince Tony Stark of giving him the internship.

"That's not all though, I could also get us some hot babes to hang out with. I mean, I know you're a ladies man, but so am I, and I could totally get us a few dates, if ya know what I'm saying," he boasted.

"Uh-huh," Tony responded, bored.

"Yeah, we could totally hang out, and like, fight super villains and stuff, and maybe you could show me how to use the Iron Man suit, and-are you playing on your phone?"

Sure enough, Tony was messing around on his phone. He peeked up, seeing the confused face of the jock. "Yep," Tony answered, still playing away. "Tetris, to be precise. But please, tell me the rest of that football story."

"Uh, I actually finished telling it. I, uh...I don't got the job, do I?" He asked, deflated.

"Wow, there is a brain in that head," he said, unapologetic. "Send the next guy in."

Flash disappointedly got up, and made his way out of the office. He saw Peter next in the very large line.

He purposely bumped into his shoulder on the way out. "Get outta my way, Puny Parker."

Peter rubbed his shoulder, a little sore from the contact, before he went right into the office. He closed the door behind him, as he just looked at the millionaire for a second.

He was in the same room as Tony Stark. He was about to talk to Tony Stark. Did he mention that this was Tony Stark?

Peter stuck his hand out, as Tony looked at it in curiosity. "Hi, my name's Peter Parker, and I'm a big fan of your work."

Tony considered the boy for a second, and was just about to brush him off.

"Not just the Iron Man stuff, but also your work on arc reactor energy."

That got the genius' attention, as he shook his hand. "Charmed," he told the student, as he took a seat in the chair opposite of him.

As Peter started nervously talking, Stark studied the brunette, and took note of his appearance. Nothing flashy, just a plain grey hoodie and jeans. If he had to guess, the kid was poor. He looked around Spider-Man's build, unlike that meathead from earlier.

Peter blabbered on. "-also, I've written multiple thesis papers about some of your work, and how it may interfere with some projections by Doctor Pym, and-"

"What's your height?" Tony asked, out of nowhere.

Peter was stunned, just by how random the question was. "Uh, about 5'10. Why?"

Tony shrugged. "Just standard procedure. And your weight?"

"I don't know...140? 150?"

That sounded about right to Stark. The voice, accounting for any distortion on over video feeds he studied, seems like it would work too. The fact that the boy seems really bright is just a bonus.

There's a good chance that Tony caught his spider. Now he just has to reel him in.

"So, Peter, was it?" Stark asked, earning an eager nod from the teenager. "Did you want anything specific from this internship?"

Peter furrowed his brow. "What do you mean?"

"Well, some people do it for experience, or for college credit," Stark explained, as he leaned forward. "Others have...their own reasons."

Peter suddenly felt uneasy. What was he trying to get at? "Uh, I'm in it for the experience, sir."

Tony's gaze burned a hole through him, as if trying to read his mind. The two stayed like that for a few quiet, agonizingly long seconds. Finally, the room shook, as the two heard some kind of commotion going on outside of the school.

"What the heck?" Peter asked, as he and Tony both stood up from their seats.

"Sorry kid, this conversation's going to have to wait," Stark told him, as he quickly sprinted out of the room.

Peter quickly went out of the room too, and ran in the opposite direction.

"Note to self, thank whoever this is for getting me out of an awkward situation. Right after I punch him a few times in the face," he mumbled to himself, as he was ready to swing into action.