overview "I've said it once, I'll say it again, I don't wanna go." Josh grumbled as the driver took him to his new 'job'. Apparently when you're good at martial arts and can manipulate peoples feelings, it makes you the perfect hero. Josh was not convinced. He had made the decision to never use his powers on anybody ever again. Ever since he realized what a shitty effect he can have on people, Josh didn't manipulate anyone ever again. As much as he wanted to cheer people up, it felt wrong. The driver ignored Josh's whining as he drove up to the building, the car coming to an abrupt stop. Josh looked out of the window, up at the Avengers tower. So this was his life now? "I'll get your bags." The driver stopped the car. Josh sighed, fixing his blue and red shirt before slipping out of his door. Josh collected his suitcase and watched the driver leave him at the door. As he made his way into the building, a young woman at the desk looked through some papers, "Joshua Donovan? Dr. Banner is in his office." Josh frowned, "I thought - uh, I was gonna get some training? I don't know, you people are vague in your letters..." Josh mumbled, "This way." The blonde woman completely ignored him and began walking away, motioning for him to follow. "Dr. Banner? Mr. Donovan is here." Tony was sitting quietly in his office, reading the paper with a cup of coffee. The man wasn't really feeling having to babysit some potential 'avenger' or something. He wasn't even sure. Fury had dumped the job on him. Mark, Matt, Max? Max, that was his name. Some guy who can control tech or something from the CIA. Tony was a bit jealous of the cool secret agent job. But then again, was he really? Tony Stark didn't get jealous. Deciding if he was doing this, he may as well put the minimal effort into it. Tony stood up, downing the rest of his coffee before pulling out a mirror and comb, getting his hairs in place. He didn't feel the need to impress, he was pretty impressive already, but he wanted to look good. Tony smoothed down his gray shirt before collecting a navy jacket to go over the top. As he fixed up his outfit, Tony looked over at the view of NY. Hopefully this guy would be fun. Dealing with anyone less would just make Tony want to quit his job. "Tony?" He heard a voice from his comms. He went to pick up his phone, "I think ya guy is here, wanna come down and meet him?" The voice was a familial one of one of the nicer secretaries downstairs. Well, here goes nothing. Tony got into the lift and soon appeared at the entrance.