I've driven for Tony Stark, ordered takeout for the Avengers, and almost got beat up by a bunch of hunks in tights in Superhero Civil War. I've met gods, fought aliens, and helped hold my best friend's funeral.
Now, they put me in charge of Stark Industries' "employee mental health program."
Seriously, I'd rather face an army of Chitauri again than deal with a form from Human Resources.
At least then, I knew where the enemy was.
Until today, the company's smart coffee machine, which claims to be able to brew the best coffee in the world, exploded in front of me.
And I recognized the small mark on the fragment - a nightmare that I thought had long been buried in the dust of history with Tony.
Well, the holidays are over. It's time to get to work.
