Interviewing new hires was one of Peter's least favourite jobs. Unfortunately, his parents were making him do it more and more often in preparation for when he took over the company. If it had shown Peter anything at all, however, it was that he would try to hire someone to do that for him. Like Michelle. She was already working at Stark Industries, so he might as well see if she was interested in being paid to scrutinize and judge people. It seemed like something she'd enjoy.

Until he was officially named CEO, however, he was stuck interviewing for new hires in his parents' place. New hires such as the one he had today: Eugene Thompson.

"You sure you want to handle this alone?" Michelle asked, taking his coffee from his hands and stealing a sip.

Peter took his mug back and she frowned.

"Yes, I'll be fine," he assured her, running a hand across her leg.

She looked doubtful, but Peter kissed her cheek quickly and got up from the couch the two had been sprawled out on before she could argue further. Despite the fact that Michelle had her own office right across the hall, they both tended to hole up in Peter's office. Between the two, Peter's had a better view of Manhattan and a comfier couch.

"Have FRIDAY tell me if something goes wrong," Michelle said, looking up at him.

Peter nodded and set his coffee on his desk as he checked his watch. If he was on time, Flash should be in his office within two minutes.

"I promise."

Michelle nodded and pecked his lips quickly before going back to her own office.

Once she was gone, Peter sat down in his desk chair and leaned back. Closing his eyes, he sighed. There was no way this was going to go well. He'd managed to keep Flash from finding out he was a Stark all throughout high school, but there was no way he wouldn't find out if he hadn't already. Peter hated to think how that conversation would go.

Before he could wallow in self-doubt, FRIDAY's voice came over his intercom. "Mr. Thompson is here."

Peter shouldn't have expected Flash to knock, but he was still a little surprised when he just burst into his office. Strolling over to Peter's desk, Flash sat down and crossed his arms, looking at Peter as if analysing him.

"Hello, Mr. Thompson," Peter said, attempting some form of professionalism.

"Hey, Mr. Stark," Flash replied mockingly. Peter smiled awkwardly. "So, you're Stark's son, huh? Must be nice. You don't have to even lift a finger to get a job here."

"Actually, that's not true," Peter argued, thinking back to all the ridiculous tasks his parents had made him do. "I did have to work my way up. My mom would never let me just take over."

Flash snorted. "Yeah, I'm sure mama's real tough on you, rich boy."

Peter sighed and turned his computer chair around so he was facing Flash.

"FRIDAY, you know the drill for interviews," Peter said, glancing at his computer.

There wasn't really any drill regarding FRIDAY when it came to interviews, but he had talked to her earlier and asked her to record the whole thing whenever he said that. As of now, he'd only used it twice. The other time had been because a shady man had come in and ended up trying to attack Peter.

"You better not screw up my chances at Stark Industries, Penis," Flash threatened, leaning on his desk. "I'll get you in trouble for racial discrimination."

"Let's just get started," Peter replied.

With that, he went through the list of regular interview questions. For every question he asked, Flash gave an answer that was either sarcastic, rude, or snarky. Peter continued on calmly, though he did start tapping his finger on his knee anxiously after the third reply.

They were on the sixth question when Flash lost his cool.

"You don't even care!" he yelled, interrupting Peter and standing up from his chair. He pointed accusingly at Peter and snarled, "You're just trying to waste my time. You won't hire me even if I'm nice to you."

"Actually, I would if you were qualified and had the right temperament," Peter told him, leaning back in his chair. Under the table, his finger tapped his knee as he said, "I would have hired you if you had tried to be respectful and put aside our past, but you didn't and we can't have you at Stark Industries if you're going to be unable to work with me."

"You little—"

Flash lunged at Peter who flew backwards to avoid Flash. Crashing onto his desk, Flash knocked over his papers and pushed Peter's laptop to the floor. It cracked and Flash jumped over it in an attempt to jump on Peter again.

"FRIDAY!" Peter exclaimed, ducking out of the way yet again.

The third time Flash lunged at Peter, he grabbed his waist and knocked him over. Sitting on top of Peter, Flash pulled his fist back then swung at Peter's face. Peter caught his fist, looking up at Flash with wide eyes.

"Peter!" Michelle yelled, running into the room.

She tried pulling Flash off Peter, but he turned and hit her. Stumbling backwards into his desk in shock, Michelle reached up and touched her jaw.

In a fit of anger, Peter threw Flash off of him and rolled him onto his back. He pulled Flash's arms behind his back just as security burst into the room and hurried over to handcuff Flash.

As soon as Flash was restrained, Peter climbed off the ground and moved over to where Michelle was standing. Her lip was split and blood trickled down her chin as she glared at Flash.

"Are you alright?" he asked worriedly, one hand reaching up to check her face and the other finding her free hand.

Still glaring over his shoulder at Flash, Michelle shook her head and muttered, "I should have hit him back."

On the other side of Peter's desk, security pulled Flash up from the ground, ignoring his cries in protest.

"He's fooling you!" he yelled, fighting his restraints. "He attacked me first!"

In the middle of Flash's protests, the doors burst open again and Pepper and Tony came in. While Pepper hurried over to Michelle and Peter, Tony stopped in front of the security guards.

"The cops are already on their way," Tony told them, "FRIDAY has the footage and will play it on the monitor downstairs if they want evidence."

Flash struggled against the officers' hold, trying to get free as they pulled him towards the doors.

"Mr. Stark, sir!" Flash cried, "Your son attacked me! He's not fit for a CEO!"

Tony rolled his eyes, ignoring Flash and walking over to his son. As the doors shut, Flash's outcries were silenced.

"Are you okay?" Tony asked, putting a hand on Peter's shoulder.

Peter nodded, watching as Pepper fixed Michelle's lip.

"I think he was a little upset I was his interviewer."

Tony snorted, trying to hide a laugh when Pepper glared at him.

"He better not show up here again," Pepper mumbled, gently cleaning Michelle's split lip. "You two can take the rest of the day off."

"Yes!" Peter cheered quietly.

As soon as his mom released Michelle, he grabbed her hand, pulling her out of his office and over to the private elevator. Who'd have thought something good would have come out of a reunion with Flash?