Random Drabble
Peter Bishop, before Fringe Division, once conned his way in to Stark Industries because he was bored.
Peter conned his way in to Stark Industries just because he was brilliant enough to do it. And if there was one thing Tony Stark respected it was a brilliant brain with a set of balls to match.
So Peter strode in, destroyed the egos of half a dozen of Stark Industries’ best scientists (and a couple of years of tech development), and had a glass of obscenely expensive scotch with Mr. Stark himself.
“You could be a very rich man,” Stark tells him. He wants to hire him, wants him to help design the next generation of crazy space-age shit for SI.
“Could be,” Peter shrugs; Walter had worked long hours, to provide for his wife and son. Never made anyone in that family very happy, “thanks for the drink.”
Peter conned his way in to Stark Industries just because he was brilliant enough to do it. And if there was one thing Tony Stark respected it was a brilliant brain with a set of balls to match.
So Peter strode in, destroyed the egos of half a dozen of Stark Industries’ best scientists (and a couple of years of tech development), and had a glass of obscenely expensive scotch with Mr. Stark himself.
“You could be a very rich man,” Stark tells him. He wants to hire him, wants him to help design the next generation of crazy space-age shit for SI.
“Could be,” Peter shrugs; Walter had worked long hours, to provide for his wife and son. Never made anyone in that family very happy, “thanks for the drink.”