Fries were the single most perfect food ever created.
After pizza.
And Chinese.
Wait, there was a lot of food Peter loved, but fries were definitely up there. He snagged one and chewed thoughtfully. "You know, now that you mention it, a lot of us have worked for Stark. Me, past Darcy, current mini Peter, Gamora, both ones...or all three...those two docs, past you for a while ...and current Hope? Because I don't think she's a past one." Peter really had no idea. He hadn't talked to her much in any case.
"So I guess what I'm trying to say is, we all work for Stark because none of us had to apply and no interviews were prepared for. " Peter grinned and shrugged. "Which is really how I got the job. It's not like space pirate has a lot of transferable skills, if you know what I mean."