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Super Soldier (pietro maximoff x soldmysoul)
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Doctor Professor Patrick
Buildings towered over the streets, cars weaved in and out of traffic, pedestrians covered the sidewalks- this is what the city life was all about and Parker would have to readjust to fit big city living. Growing up in the states suburbs, Parker had visited the city quite a few times, however, living there and spending 24 hours a day in the constant hustle and bustle was still new and would take some getting used to. Perhaps it was the masses of citizens that he found most overwhelming, idiots to the left of him, idiots to the right.
Parker arrived in front of the large building of Nash Industries before pushing through the colossal rotating door, that never seemed to sit still, as dozens of people per minute continued to filter in and out. Just the previous day, he had come across an online ad for an 'assistant' position with 'top benefits' and decided to take advantage of the open interviews that were being held starting at 10am. Just inside the entrance was an oversized welcome desk with three current employees spread out evenly as they signed in various visitors, Parker approached one of the secretary's, an older blonde woman.
"Welcome to Nash Industries, how may I direct you today?" Her voice was dry, just like the pack of cigarettes she most likely smoked throughout the day and her hair- bleach blonde with a touch of dark brown roots coming in.
"I'm actually here about the one of the open assistants positions, it said there were open interviews today at 10." The dark haired boy adjusted his thick rimmed glasses, holding his phone up to the woman which depicted the job advertisement.
She rolled her eyes, as if Parker was blind, her overgrown red nails clicking against the keyboard. "Smile."
"Wha-" the snap of the webcam on her computer had already taken his picture, mid sentence and eyes closed. Such a flattering picture.
"Name?"
"Parker Kennedy."
Within seconds the woman was holding out a temporary, sticker name tag for Parker which has the ever so awkward picture of him printed along the left side. "10th floor, conference room 1032. When you get there, take a seat and wait to be called. Have a wonderful day."
She didn't care if he had a nice day or not.
Up the crowded elevator he went, exiting when he reached the 10th floor before finding 'Conference Room 1032'. Upon entering he was greeted by the eyes of a dozen or so other potential prospects. Parker took a seat just as another entered, a woman dressed in business attire. "Alexander Keans?" A tall, husky man who was seated in front of Parker stood up. "Mr. Nash will see you now. Please follow me." The woman, and then the man, presumably Alexander Means, left the room, allowing the door to close behind them.
Parker leaned back in his chair, crossing his arms across his chest, with all of these interviews ahead of him, he figured he might as well make himself as comfortable as possible. And then came the waiting.
Parker arrived in front of the large building of Nash Industries before pushing through the colossal rotating door, that never seemed to sit still, as dozens of people per minute continued to filter in and out. Just the previous day, he had come across an online ad for an 'assistant' position with 'top benefits' and decided to take advantage of the open interviews that were being held starting at 10am. Just inside the entrance was an oversized welcome desk with three current employees spread out evenly as they signed in various visitors, Parker approached one of the secretary's, an older blonde woman.
"Welcome to Nash Industries, how may I direct you today?" Her voice was dry, just like the pack of cigarettes she most likely smoked throughout the day and her hair- bleach blonde with a touch of dark brown roots coming in.
"I'm actually here about the one of the open assistants positions, it said there were open interviews today at 10." The dark haired boy adjusted his thick rimmed glasses, holding his phone up to the woman which depicted the job advertisement.
She rolled her eyes, as if Parker was blind, her overgrown red nails clicking against the keyboard. "Smile."
"Wha-" the snap of the webcam on her computer had already taken his picture, mid sentence and eyes closed. Such a flattering picture.
"Name?"
"Parker Kennedy."
Within seconds the woman was holding out a temporary, sticker name tag for Parker which has the ever so awkward picture of him printed along the left side. "10th floor, conference room 1032. When you get there, take a seat and wait to be called. Have a wonderful day."
She didn't care if he had a nice day or not.
Up the crowded elevator he went, exiting when he reached the 10th floor before finding 'Conference Room 1032'. Upon entering he was greeted by the eyes of a dozen or so other potential prospects. Parker took a seat just as another entered, a woman dressed in business attire. "Alexander Keans?" A tall, husky man who was seated in front of Parker stood up. "Mr. Nash will see you now. Please follow me." The woman, and then the man, presumably Alexander Means, left the room, allowing the door to close behind them.
Parker leaned back in his chair, crossing his arms across his chest, with all of these interviews ahead of him, he figured he might as well make himself as comfortable as possible. And then came the waiting.
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