#prcdigy

@prcdigy​ despite her collection of odd-jobs in highschool and in college, mary jane had never been a personal assistant before. despite that, mary jane felt that she was totally rocking it. maybe it was the $40 an hour motivating her, but she had managed to get all of her tasks done in a super timely manner (mostly in thanks to living in the city for more than half her life) and found her days felt productive and absolutely flew by. she would be the first one to admit that she was horribly sad that her broadway career was experiencing a bit of a try spell, but she knew she had to just keep at auditions and one would be the right one for her. until then, she was more than happy to be tony stark’s errand girl if it meant she got to look fine as hell in business wear and seriously pad her savings account. she had rapped her knuckles on the office door, hesitating for only a moment before leaning down to partially open the door, fulling opening the rest of the way with her foot. hands full with a takeaway bag and a drink caddy, she moved to carefully place both on his desk. “alright, so, lunch and coffee. there’s two lattes because they screwed up the first one and well, free coffee and you’re a busy man.” and she would be damned if they let them fuck up tony stark’s order. “also, i got all but one of your accounts unfrozen as of ...twenty or so minutes ago.” it had been a long, grueling process, and...well, her methods for most of them hadn’t been exactly legal, but it was done. “the last one isn’t budging and is insisting on meeting in person. something about requiring a notary and some signatures that couldn’t be done online. and believe me, i tried.” she more than tried, as far as she was concerned. “do you want me to set that up?”

and they were roommates? aNd ThEy WeRe RoOmMaTeS!