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Grabbing a standard pack from his bag, he sets it on the table, sliding it toward Kurt. “First, I need your signature where indicated.” The stack of papers is roughly the thickness of a telephone book and the only sign of Kurt’s dismay is a slight frown. Flipping to the first page, he begins to read.
“I’m sorry, but are you actually reading it?”
“Well, yes. I'm not going to just sign away my soul without knowing why.”
Coulson sighs. “It’ll take several hours to read it all.”
Kurt smiles sweetly before asking, “Well, would you like me to take it home and make another appointment or are you going to give me the cliffsnotes version?”
Coulson frowns but pulls a much slimmer packet from his bag, sliding it across the table. Kurt takes it and reads the writing quickly before signing on the single line with a flourish.
“In the ten years we've had the simplified NDA you're the first to ask for it.”
“Well, I always was a trend setter.”
“Now, the reason we needed you to sign that was--”
“That I can't reveal any of what I may see, hear, or come to understand during this interview or after my departure regardless of whether or not I accept the offered position and any breach of said agreement ends with me remanded into SHIELD custody for the remained of my natural life. That about the size of it? I did actually read what you gave me. That was kind of the whole point.”
Coulson just nods as Kurt sits back arms crossed and eyebrow cocked. This kid might just be the right person for the job.
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8. Flail mindlessly
“So I'll be taking care of the Avenger’s children. Five of them. Full time. I didn't even know any of them had children.”
“That’s the point. We do all we can to provide the children with as normal a childhood as possible, aside from obvious limitations.”
“Jeez. I thought my dad had it rough raising a gay son in the Bible Belt.”
“So, you cleared all of the background checks successfully. We found no ties to any known terrorist organizations, your school records are outstanding and your personal references provided extremely positive information. Pending the approval of the Avengers themselves, I’d like to offer you the position.”
“Wait. Do I have to cut off all contact with friends and family, because that's kind of a deal breaker.”
“No, but you won't be allowed to reveal any details about your job. The NDA you already signed prevents it and the employee contract is just as strict.”
“But I'll be allowed to go home for visits, and hang out with my friends, and date?”
“Pending successful background checks for your associates? Yes, to all of the above.”
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13: Pack
14: Move
15: Hyperventilate
When Kurt walks in, the couches are full of people. He sees a beautiful redhead with a little blond boy on each knee sitting between a man with shaggy curls and a glorious purple button up, and a man with possibly the most sculpted arms Kurt’s ever seen outside a Shape magazine. The bottom of the U is dominated by a huge blond (and he'd recognize that face anywhere, even if the cape is mournfully absent). To his side a pretty brunette that looks vaguely familiar is playing a clapping game with a little girl that looks like a perfect blend of the two of them.
Finally Kurt turns to the last couch where the instantly recognizable Tony Stark and Pepper Potts sit. He doesn't see any children with them and wonders where they are until the sound of screaming reaches his ears. No one looks overly concerned so Kurt stands there waiting as the sounds get closer and closer.
A small body cannonballs into the back of his knees and he throws out an arm to steady himself. When he's sure he won't be hit again he turns to see a girl with dark hair arguing with a tiny strawberry blond.
“It’s mine. Give it back.”
“No. I wanna see it.”
“But you can’t just steal it out of my hands.”
“Can so.”
“Can not.”
“Can SO!”
“CAN NOT!” And Kurt sees the older girl raise her hand. Without thinking, he steps between the fighting siblings.
“You shouldn’t hit him. Could you offer him something else to play with instead?”
“Who are you?” Kurt thinks that she’s awfully bossy for being so small, but them he remembers who her parents are.
“My name is Kurt, and if its OK, I think I'm supposed to hang out with you guys when your parents aren't around.”
“A nanny? I so did not sign up for that bullshit.”
The stereo call of Emerson! have the little girl spinning on her heels to face her parents. Her expression is mulish and Kurt knows that if he gets the job, winning her over is likely to be his biggest hurdle.
Across the room he sees the other little girl melt down over something her dad has just said and feels the warmth of his phone in his pocket before a shock of electricity has him yelping aloud. Or maybe not, he thinks as he stares at the smoking shell of his phone.
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