Back at Stark Industries, Tony is having problems.

Walking quickly down the halls of his company with a bundle of papers slung under his arm, Tony tried with all his might to try and get back to his office after the lengthy meeting he had with his CEOs. He had been distracted the entire time he was there, but not only that he was getting a case of morning wood that didn't let out even 5 hours after the morning had come and gone. Along the way back to his office, his eyes darted to a trio of secretaries sipping coffee and eyeing him back with smiles. The trio's attire was nearly skin tight and did nothing to hide that they were athletic, young and beautiful. One even waved at him in a way that suggested more than a friendly hello.

Wincing at the attention, Tony quickened his pace and brought his free hand to cover over his eye in their direction. He was already having problems hiding the tent in his pants and that wasn't helping. So distracted by the matter he cried out when he collided with something and bumped into another secretary, dropping all his paperwork. The woman stood there with her arms out and gasped, having the man pause as he found she left three buttons undone to her blouse and gave a full view of her cleavage.

"Oops! I'm SO sorry Mr. Stark." Worried the buxom, dark haired woman as she crouched to the ground to gather his papers.

"No! It's alright, no harm, no foul." He tried to explain, joining her on the floor collecting his papers just when their fingers. Stopping in the act of collecting papers, they both looked up and stared into each others eyes, the woman finding her breath catching in her chest as she slowly leaned forward, closing her eyes and pursing her lips.

"THANK YOU! I've got it all." He quickly answered, shocking the woman out of it as he gathered his things and practically ran away from her. The man now looked like he was having a light panic attack by the time he made it to his desk and locked the door to his office, breathing hard and clutching at his chest like he'd have a heart attack.

"Why did I hire so many interns from modelling agencies?!" The man asked out loud, slowly making his way to his desk and dropping his quarter annual reports there. His question finally went answered when Friday chirped up and responded.

"You and Miss Potts went over the hiring process together, and YES, you did hire from modelling services. Something about appreciating the 'body' of their work with the 'work' of their bodies?"

"You're not helping Friday, any word on our projects in the lab? What about our scheduled events today?"

"Well boss there's the research being done in the lab on new light weight materials, you have a meeting with Nikki regarding the shift trade watching over your place... OH! and there's the local school bringing a class of students for a tour of the facility."

"Okay then, when is that again? That way I can get rid of the wood stuffing down my pant..."

Suddenly a sharp pain whistled into Tony's ears, causing him to gasp and fall to his knees, clutching at his ears. Then it quickly stopped. "Friday?!" Staggering to his feet, Tony got up and looked around, only to fall to his knees again when the sharp whistle went off again, making him collapse to the floor and clutch at his ears. This whistle, this painfully shrill sound was coming from outside. He knew it.

Stumbling out of his office and looking around with bloodshot eyes, the man darted his head back and forth, alarming some of the staff when he winced and clutched at the side of his head for no reason. Everyone watched on in confusion as he fumbled and dragged himself down the railing towards the stairs, looking around to find everyone looking at him with stunned silence.

"Don't any of you hear that? Feels like someone's putting a power drill to both of my ears... And they're meeting in the MIDDLE!" Reaching the stairs, he practically fell down them getting to the lower floor, alarming some of his staff when he very nearly lost his footing and shambled forward, the sound was getting louder in his ears... And Closer. Clutching at his ears he ran forward until in the blur of his vision he found a gaggle of children sitting in the front lobby, and one in particular was blowing a whistle from his mouth.

Plucking the thing out of the boy's mouth and gasping for breath, Tony could feel his vision clearing and the throbbing head ache go away as he finally realized where he was and the dozen or so children staring up at him with some anxiety. Blinking, he looked down at the silent boy he was in front of and the item in his hand. A dog whistle.

"It doesn't work." He heard the boy say, leaving Tony to stand up and wave his hand at the comment before bending the little metal whistle in half and toss it in the garbage bin nearby. Standing up straight and tugging down at his vest to straighten it, Tony looked back at the children and their teacher, not realizing why they were there.

"Uhm... Hello, are you all waiting for something?"

Another digital ping overhead alerted him to Friday speaking up. "They are the class I mention earlier boss, they're here for the tour."

Looking to each unnerved child look back up at him and their teacher who felt alarmed after that demonstration, Tony **** himself to chuckle and scratched the back of his head, coughing into his hand as he made a ceremonial display of his arms to greet them all.

"Well.. WELCOME everyone to Stark Industries boys and girls, I'm its head CEO Tony Stark, who wants to see where we make a brighter tomorrow? Followed by cake?"

Instantly their faces went from alarm to glee as they all raised their hands and jumped at the prospect. Chuckling to himself again, Tony spoke quietly but loud enough for Friday to respond. "Friday can you order some cake and ice-cream for after the tour?"

"Yes boss, already on it."

As Tony began to make a speech while guiding the group of kids through the building, Nikki watched on from the window of her office, sipping her coffee at the train wreck of a man try and fail NOT to look like he was falling apart at the seams.

"What has gotten into Mr. Stark?" She asked no one, sipping at her coffee again and turning back to her desk.