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Chapter 8-Very Important Interview

Beni:

"Hey, I'm going out," I said as I grabbed the door handle. Today was a very special day for me. I had an interview at a branch of Stark Industries that was set up here in D.C. Apparently while I was in Afghanistan Tony Stark decided to stop making weapons and start making a clean energy source, which he used to power his building in New York, and his fancy flying suit that I saw on the internet while I was attempting to catch up.

The specific part of the biology branch I wanted to be apart of was Herpetology (The study of reptiles). I had been so fascinated with reptiles ever since I found my first garden snake when I was sick. So, for this special day I dressed a little nicer than my usual basketball shorts.

Today I was wearing a pair of khakis and a nice, blue top that hugged what figure I had in all the right places. I wore one black flat, and my hair was in a ponytail with a black headband to hold my bangs back. I actually looked pretty decent, and the only indicator that I had been over seas for the past ten years was my lack of leg and a small scar I got on my lip when I got into a fight with some jackass in Basic, whose name I don't even remember.

Ah, Basic. That's where all of the fun was.

"With who?"

I turned to Bucky, who still had yet to learn how to properly use a napkin. I blinked twice.

"...What?"

"When people go out don't they usually go with someone? It would explain why you dressed differently today."

"Oh. Oh! No, no, Buck. It's not a date or anything, it's a job interview."

"For what?"

"I study reptiles."

"Oh..Cool. Good luck with that."

"Thanks," I said, giving a small sigh of relief. I was actually kind of surprised that he even cared to ask. I've always been used to having stuff thrown at me whenever I said I was going out.

Thanks, dad.

"See you later," he said. I smiled, nodded, and left.

Third Person:

Tony absolutely hated having to do this. The only reason he even agreed to do face-to-face job interviews was so he could seem more serious than his child-like persona that followed him everywhere. It was like he's a nine year old trapped in a grown man's body, and if you were to walk in unannounced at this vey moment, you would be able to se why.

He was lounging in his rolly chair paying with a desk toy with Beni Arlet's file open on his desk while AC/DC blared in the background. Tony propped his feet on the desk and waited for a few moments before there was a knock on the door. And just when the desk toy got really interesting...Oh well.

Tony quickly took his feet of off his desk and straightened up, smoothing down his suit and tie before getting up and answering the door, not bothering to turn down the music.

"Mr. Stark," Pepper greeted professionally. "Your One O' Clock is here to see you."

"Awesome, send her in," he replied smoothly. Pepper nodded and turned around for about half a second before turning back around to Tony.

"Don't screw this up," she whispered before moving out of the way so Tony's guest could get through the door. His eyes widened ever so slightly.

Beni had golden hair with dark blue and green stripes with eyes that reminded him of freshly grown grass. She wore khaki shorts and a blue shirt and a black flat. She wore her hair in a ponytail, and she only had one leg-her left one to be specific.

"Nice music," she said as she hobbled past him. Pepper was standing right outside the door, so Tony was able to give her a look of confusion before closing the door and going back to his desk. He didn't bother sitting down. He didn't have the patience for it. So instead he shook hands with Beni (He noted how firm and steady her grip was, indicating that she was here for business) and stood in front of his desk, leaning on it slightly as he gestured for Beni to take a seat. She carefully did so, and set her crutches against the comfy chair.

"So," he said, "What makes you think you can get on my work crew?" Pfft. Like he cared. He was just curious, but he wasn't actually going to take this question seriously. He was already starting to get bored. So far the only interesting thing about her was her hair and lack of leg. She tilted her head to the side.

"You mean my charm won't get me all the way? There goes plan A," she quipped, sighing dramatically. He nearly choked on his spit. Whenever he asked that question he always got an answer about how they were the most qualified person for the job. Never has he ever had a person answer his question with a question. And so quickly, too, like the thoughts and smart-ass comments just came naturally. He was petty sure he could make a bad leg joke and she would still laugh like they were old friends instead of potential employee and boss. Tony smirked and relaxed a bit more against his desk.

"I'm liking your style, Ms. Arlet," he said.

"That's to formal. Just call me Beni, I insist."

"Alright. So, I know this is a little off topic, but I was wondering if you could tell me what happened to your leg."

"I was stationed in Afghanistan and there was a side road bomb. Nothing major."

"How long were you there?"

"Three tours after Basic."

"So what you're telling me is that you're basically just trying to live a civilian life by applying here even though you have money from the army that you can use to live your life in comfort?"

"More or less, yeah," Beni shrugged. "I get bored really easily unless I like what I'm doing. Sitting around at home all day with only my Sci-Fi movies and housemate would get pretty boring after a while. And since I can't go for a run I'm kind of at a loss of what else to do."

"Grades in high school?"

"Straight A's while working three jobs at once to pay for bills and groceries and such."

"Parents?"

"Mom died of Leukemia and Dad was a sorry drunk who killed himself."

"Favorite type of music?"

"Classic rock."

"Movie?"

"Star Wars."

"Sport?"

"Not really a sports fan but if I was it would probably be baseball."

"Meaning of life?"

"Oblivion."

Tony was impressed. This was so far his favorite interview. Hell, it was the only one he's liked so far. His smirk grew into a grin as he pushed himself off of the desk and stuck out his hand.

"Welcome to Stark Industries, Beni."

Beni grabbed he crutches and stood up so she could shake Tony's hand."

"Thank you, Mr. Stark."

"Please,/Mr. Stark is to formal, and I like you. So call me Tony, I insist."

Beni smirked and they headed towards the door.

"Will do, Tony. But you better be expecting a col nickname next time I see you."

"Fair enough. And good luck trying to be normal." Beni laughed at that statement, causing Tony to give her a raised eyebrow.

"Normal's boring," she said.

"Overrated," Stark quipped. Beni's grin grew.

"Exactly."