A/N: Prompt from yashkaboom, who wanted Pepper Potts and Mercedes. Thanks!
Pepper chewed on her pen. Normally she'd be spending the day with Mr. Stark, but somehow she'd found herself interviewing the new singer Mr. Stark had mentioned his interest in for his upcoming party. He'd wanted an as yet undiscovered talent, and Ms. Mercedes Jones seemed to perfectly fit the bill.
"So," she smiled at the young woman, "Why do you think we should hire you?"
Mercedes pushed her hair behind her shoulder. "You want the best, right?" she asked, unaffected by Pepper's gaze, "I'm the best."
Pepper raised an eyebrow. "That so?"
Still smiling, Mercedes nodded. "Right. Do you need me to demonstrate now?"
Pepper pursed her lips, crossing her arms a second later as she leaned back in her chair. "Hit me."
And, indeed, Mercedes hit her. Hit her hard. Staring at the young woman, mouth agape as she perfectly handled old-time Motown, Pepper swallowed. "Okay," she blinked, sitting up straight, pushing the contract across the table to her, "You've got the job. Congratulations."
Mercedes beamed at her, pulling the contract closer to herself. "Great," she smiled at her, "You won't be disappointed."
"No…" Pepper smiled, taking the contract back once she was done, "I don't think I will."