#boundinsugar

"Wait, what d'you mean, I'm supposed to meet the CEO? There must be some kinda mistake, I'm just the new intern..." When he'd decided to infiltrate Stark Industries, in order to follow a trail of botched weapon experiments that led straight to this company, he hadn't expected to ran into the man himself anytime soon. Actually, he hadn't planned much further than getting in and figuring out how to find the information he was looking for.

"No, it says here that you're scheduled for a meeting with Mr. Stark in fifteen minutes," the secretary insisted, pushing her thinly framed glasses up on her nose with a pointed look at his worn-out hoodie and old jeans.

Jason pressed his hands together, trying to hide the nervousness lingering at the edge of his mind. Sitting on the uncomfortable couch, he kept his eyes trained on his shoes, trying to make out the conversation that was going on in the hallway.

He knew they were talking about him. About his... heat. Jason was a late bloomer, so to speak, being far too old for his first heat. The doctor blamed it on the mental and physical trauma of his early childhood, before Bruce took him in. But she'd warned him that his first heat might be more violent than most, could come with dangerously high fevers if not properly taken care of.

That, of course, had the head alpha of his pack even more concerned. Jason knew that Bruce had been looking for someone to... help him through it.