The Avengers Internship

by CrazyCoon87

Cat thought she had applied to Stark Industries recent university graduate intern program. Instead she ended up as an intern at the Avengers Tower in New York City. Just how the hell did this happen? And how will she survive the summer with a bunch of super heroes when she herself is completely normal...or is she? (The story is my own the characters/world besides Cat are not.)

11. Respect My Authority

AN: Elephant pants are the best. Also respect my authority.

Once I was back in my dorm room I quickly showered and changed into a pair of elephant pants and shirt. I went straight to my queen sized bed, snuggled down for the night, and reminded myself to thank Tony in the morning. This fucking mattress was heavenly.

I woke to the sound of the alarm blaring Fall Out Boy's Young Volcanoes right next to my face at 6 am. I moaned. I had never been a morning person. Rolling out of my bed I stumbled towards the bathroom.

I had looked at the schedule yesterday and knew that this morning would be physical training. So I threw on the same work out shorts from yesterday's sauna incident, a sports bra, and my namaste in bed tank top. I then brushed my teeth and ran a brush through my wavey hair. I glanced once in the mirror and decided it was good enough. No point in make up when I was just going to sweat it off.

Making my way out of my room I pulled my hair into a bun. No one seemed to be out and about in the kitchen although I did hear movement in some of the rooms. Looking in the fridge I found some eggs, cheese, and mushrooms.

By the time the other interns were out in the kitchen I had finished cleaning my plate from the amazing omelette I had made and was on my second cup of coffee.

"Hey Cat ready for today," I heard Peter ask from behind me.

"Meh. Ready or not I'll just have to deal."

He nodded in agreement. I looked at my watch. Ten minutes till 7.

"Okay everyone time to get moving to the training room. You five in first. Floor 20."

"Why are you bossing us around," the elevator bitch asked.

"I'm older and I'm the senior intern. Therefore respect my authority." I heard Peter and a kid next to him snicker.

As the first group left. I could tell that there was already a split between the interns. The "popular" kids had all gotten on the elevator first. I had to say I much preferred the kids in the second group; they reminded me of myself at that age.

A few minutes later the elevator arrived for us and we all stepped in. Well let's see how this goes.