Peter craned his neck to see over the crowd of people bustling into the tower that morning. He’d been tasked by Mr. Stark to greet the new intern and get him acquainted with the facilities at their agency. Peter was sort of excited, it was rare he got to work with any other hero interns, he usually only helped out with the science-y types, if he wasn’t on patrol. Plus apparently this guy had flown all the way over to New York from Japan which was just so cool.
Finally he managed to spot a mop of green hair in the crowd and hurried over, waving one arm wildly in the air in an attempt to be seen.
“Are you Izuku Midoriya?” He tripped awkwardly over the unfamiliar pronunciation, flushing pink with embarrassment. “I’m, uh, Peter Parker. I’m another intern here with Mr. Stark, I’ll be helping you get set up.”
“If you follow me, we’re just going to go through the security scanner and then I’ll show you where you can put your stuff. Mr. Stark almost never takes on interns so we basically have a whole floor to ourselves, which, y’know, is pretty cool. He even gives us a laboratory and everything, in case you want to make your own gear…” Was he rambling? He was rambling. He needed to stop rambling. Stop rambling right now Parker.
“Anyways,” he coughed awkwardly, leading Izuku through the security gate. “That was a lot- sorry, I’m just excited, do you need me to slow down?” Or shut up entirely?
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it’s izuku’s first time even leaving the country! he’d been excited upon realizing he’d be interning out of japan, in america even, in NEW YORK! it was completely thrilling to say the least, especially since all might lived and worked and trained in america himself! he’s been completely bouncing off of the walls with excitement ever since finding out about this internship a week ago, has thrown his english practice into overdrive (although it could still use some work), and now that he’s really here the excitement has only crescendo-ed.
he’s flipping through his notebook when he really should be paying attention, trying to go over his notes on Tony Stark, the hero he’s been sent to train with. He only notices the other when he half-registers the clumsy pronunciation of his name, and he looks up, green eyes blown wide.
oh man, he knew he should have payed better attention in english! the words sound like mostly gibberish before his brain is tripping over itself to try and keep up with the energetic rambling.
he follows physically, his face blank while he’s still trying to sift through the words. eventually he takes a deep breath to try and respond to what he’s picked out.
“h-hello, i’m izuku midoriya--” correcting the pronunciation first. politely, with a nervous smile. god, his accent is probably super heavy, “you said your name is p-.. peter... parker, right? aaand...”
he hopes his brain is this void of english right now just because he’s nervous. his face turns a little red as he averts his gaze, shyly.
“um, i’m-- really sorry, could you repeat that? maybe-- slower...?”
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