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Pairing: Peter Parker x Stark!Reader

Info: CA: Civil War Era. Tony Stark enlists his daughter to find the web slinging spider in Queens.

Facetime: Tony Stark

Your finger hovered over the ‘Accept’ button before tapping it. With everything that had been happening in the last few days, you were a little on edge.

“Hey dad, everything alright?” You asked, after asking FRIDAY to pause the AC/DC record you were listening to.

“Yeah sweet cheeks everything’s fine… considering all that’s happening. But I need you to do me a favor.” He asked, he looked exhausted.

“Alright what’s up?” You asked, sliding into your desk chair behind your laptop.

“You’ve seen that spider guy on Youtube right?” He asked, causing you to furrow your eyebrows.

“The web slinger guy? Yeah what about him.” You shook your head. Where was this going? You thought.

“I need you to find him.” Tony said nonchalantly.

“Find him?” Your eyes grew wide, you were taken aback.

“Yes, track him down… we may need all the help we can get if things don’t get any better.” He said, implying more. You knew things weren’t going well with Cap but you didn’t think it was this bad.

“How exactly do you want me to find this… Spiderling?” You asked, hundreds of ideas circling your head… you did have a flair for the dramatics so this should be fun.

“Dealers choice.” He answered, and your face morphed into a mischievous smirk.

“Excellent. You have a deadline for me?” You asked, knowing that if necessary you could find this guy in about two hours.

“A week. Think you can handle that?” Tony asked you.

“Peace of cake.” You flashed your famous Stark Smirk.

“That’s my girl.” Tony returned it.

“What do you want me to do once I find him?” You asked, already making notes on the pad next to your laptop.

“Nothing, I’ll bring him in if necessary. I just need someone on deck if things go south. All I need is a name and address.” Tony answered.

“I can do that. Hey, any news on Cap?” You asked, curiously but also worriedly. This was your family, and you hated seeing it being torn apart.

“Not since Vienna. Sometimes I just wonder if I made the right decision in signing.” Tony said quietly, signing and rubbing his face.

“Well I’ve already told you what I think. There’s ethical dilemmas on both sides. But in signing you’re trying to do the right thing, oversight isn’t the worst idea at a time like this. With New York, DC, Sokovia, Lagos and now Vienna you’ve got a major PR fire on your hands. Put it out and deal with the consequences. Rebellion is always an option down the road if the agreement isn’t in the best interest of the people you set to protect. You need friends on the inside and right now you don’t have any. Documents can be amended, but right now this fire needs to be put out.” You told him honestly.

“You always know exactly what to say, don’t you? Glad to know that philosophy doctorate is being put to good use.” He smiled.

“Money well spent. Oh- and I suppose you’ve also considered that if you do end up bringing this Spiderling in that it might be a little embarrassing fighting side by side someone in a onesie? He’s in dire need of an upgrade, I mean have you seen the thing he’s flying around in right now?” You laughed.

“Since you’re so concerned about it why don’t you design it? I’ve seen some of your sketches, I know you won’t let us down.” He said, which was code for you’re right but I can’t possibly be bothered to do it right now. That also meant you’d have full control of the lab.

“Well I am my father’s daughter. Consider it done.” You blew him a kiss and ended the call.

Taking out a sketchpad and placing your feet up on your desk, you got to work.

“FRI? Can you map out all the spider sightings for me?” You asked. If you assembled the different locations you should get a pretty good idea of his ‘hunting ground’ so to speak. After finding the perfect location only then could you set your plan in motion.

“Right away Ms. Stark.” FRIDAY replied. A plan like this required darkness, and seeing as it was 11am that wasn’t something you could exactly manufacture.

“Can you also compile all the sighting videos for me?” You asked, and immediately they began playing on your screen.

You watched intently as you jotted down suit ideas. Before you had known it you’d had a complete sketch.

11:00pm. Perfect timing. After some quick errands and $500 later you were ready to meet the Spider.

You stood on the crosswalk of the Queensboro Bridge, looking down into the probably icy waters. This plan better work. You eyed the man across from you, your senses were on high alert. An 18 year old girl alone in the middle of the night might not have been the best idea, but for your mission it served you well. And you were no normal 18 year old. Two doctorates by 18, with your skills, didn’t really classify as normal.

A gunshot about a block over drew your attention. Before you knew it your bag was being tugged at and you were stumbling backwards.

“Hey! Stop!” You yelled, your efforts yielding no results.

This man wasn’t giving up, even as you teetered on the edge. You knew it was coming and yet you weren’t ready for it.

You fell back, your stomach dropped as your hand reached up towards the bridge that was getting continually farther away. You let out a scream, but your breath was cut from you as another body collided with your own.

Now instead of falling, you were flying. You knew you had to act fast, you slipped the small metal tracker from your sleeve and attached it to the back of his ‘suit’. Though you could hardly call it that.

You were set back down and ready to continue the act of damsel in distress.

With tears in your eyes you looked up to your savior, making sure to let a few slip down your cheeks.

“Hey you’re alright, you’re safe now.” He tried to reassure you and calm you down.

“Oh my god. You’re that spider guy. You saved me.” You griped onto his arm.

“Just doing my job.” He spoke, he sounded younger than you imagined. You began to size him up, making sure FRIDAY was analyzing his measurements so you could get to work on a suit.

“Thank you!” You yelled out as he shot a web and swung off. “FRI?”

“Tracker placement successful.” FRIDAY replied as you pulled out your phone and watched the moving red blip.

“Perfect. And send whatever measurements and specs you got to the lab, we’ve got a suit to build.” You smirked, hailing a cab.

You woke up in the lab to a monitor beeping at you.

“Ugh FRIDAY what the hell is that?” You groaned, looking at your watch seeing it was nearly 1 in the afternoon.

“Your tracker seems to be on the move. Midtown School of Science and Technology.” FRIDAY explained.

“Let’s pay him a visit, shall we?” You smirked, heading to the elevator to change and head out.

By now it was 2:45 and you were leaning against the cool brick next to the school’s exit. You tapped your bootie on the ground and brushed some fuzz off one of your dad’s old band shirts. With some leather pants, even you had to admit you looked good.

You heard the door open beside you and you slipped your glasses on.

“FRI run facial recognition.” You whispered, seeing the information appear on your glasses.

“Name Peter Parker, age 17, address is 14-” FRIDAY began but you cut her off.

“Peter.” You called out and he spun around. You crossed your arms with a smirk. It took him a second to recognize you, but you could tell he did.

“Sorry do I know you?” He stammered as you pushed your glasses up into your hair.

“Y/N. Just wanted to thank you.” You smiled.

“Thank- Thank me? For what?” He lied.

“Oh come on Pete. So talk to me about this web fluid. You make it yourself? Because the tensile strength is off the charts.” You strode over to him.

“I don’t- I don’t know what you’re talking about.” He stuttered.

“Pretty interesting stuff. You’re a little younger than I expected, you must be some sort of genius.” You looked him up and down.

“I’m not a genius.” He stated. You slipped your glasses back on with a brow raised and read his file.

“Straight As, gifted program, advanced classes since kindergarten. Awards, scholarships. I know genius Pete, and you sound like one to me.” You finished, pushing your glasses back up.

“Who are you?” He asked, a bit of fear in his eyes.

“An interested party.” You smirked, lowering your hands into your pockets.

“Interested in a kid from Queens?” He raised an eyebrow.

“A kid from Queens with superhuman strength that shoots webs and looks great in red spandex. Well that last one’s just a bonus.” You smirked, biting your lip. His mouth dropped open. You spun on your heels and yelled back, “See ya around Pete.”

After working on the suit all night you were almost done, and pretty damn proud of it. The one thing you couldn’t figure out was how the kid climbed walls, it surely couldn’t be his shitty onesie. Instead of wasting your time you decided to pay this Peter Parker another visit.

Pulling up the tracker on your phone you found him at Delmar’s in Queens. That wasn’t too far from the tower, so you decided to borrow one of your dad’s cars.

“Hey Parker, fancy seeing you around here.” You said, approaching the bodega after parking the car.

“Are you following me or something?” He asked, rolling his eyes.

“Or something.” You smirked.

“So you jumped off a bridge just so you could find me and put a tracker on me? You must be pretty crazy… how’d you know I’d come?” He asked.

“I know your hunting ground, and it wasn’t entirely random. I’m not stupid, I made sure you were in the area before I was pushed.” You argued, following him down the street.

“How’d you do that?” He stopped, turned to you and asked.

“Gun shot.” You answered, simply.

“What?” He asked, confused.

“The mugging one block over was to draw you out, the gunshot was the signal your arrival. Sure there were probably easier ways to find you, but hey I was bored.” You shrugged your shoulders.

“So the whole thing was like a scene from a play.” He shook his head in disbelief.

“Precisely.” You nodded, before getting to the reason you were here, ”Hey Spider-kid I’ve got some questions for you.”

“I’m Spider-Man.” He corrected you, after glancing around to make sure you were alone.

“Not in that onesie you’re not. Anyway, the whole climbing walls thing. Is that the suit or you?” You asked, after smirking from your quip.

“Me.” He answered slowly, not knowing why you asked.

“Good.” You nodded, walking back towards your car.

“Why?” He asked.

“Don’t worry about it.” You smirked.

‘Hey Y/N, you got a last name?” He called over to you, as you unlocked your car and hopped in.

“Yup.” You answered with a wink, revving the engine to your Audi convertible and speeding off.

You barely heard the door to the lab open behind you, you were so deep in thought, mumbling to yourself about trackers and heaters.

“Wow.” You heard from behind you, causing you to jump.

“Dad! You scared me.” You said, rubbing your head. How long have I been working on this thing? You asked yourself, looking to your watch.

“I can see that, but wow look at this thing. You did this all by yourself?” He asked, examining the suit in front of him.

“Well don’t act so surprised, I am a Stark after all.” You smirked.

“The eyes look great.” He rubbed his finger over them.

“It includes a heads up display similar to yours. F.R.I. and I have even been working on it’s own AI. The webshooters probably took the longest, but we figured out about 500 different combinations of webs.” You explained.

“What do you mean?” He furrowed his brows.

“Well first we had to replicate the web fluid, and that took some time. But here, let me show you,” you said, slipping the webshooter around your wrist. “What the crime fighting spider uses right now is just a regular web.” You demonstrated by shooting a plain ‘ol web.

“Now we’ve got options for things like Ricochet Web, Splitter Web, Web Grenade, and my personal favorite… Taser Web.” You explained, shooting the webs onto an empty wall across from you.

“Wow.” Tony stood in shock.

“You said that already.” You smirked. “Of course all these advanced systems would take time and training to use, so most of them are currently disabled.”

“So have you actually found the guy yet?” He asked, fiddling with the suit.

“Um. Not yet, I’m still working on that part.” You spoke. Why did I just lie?

“Alright well, this looks amazing. Anything else you want to show me?” He said, obviously in a rush.

“We’ve got a parachute here in the back. I’ve got a surveillance drone here in the front.” You said spinning the suit and tapping the areas you spoke about. “But really it’s got everything you would ever need. Tracker, heater, ooh I even installed some webbing that could be used for flying. Well gliding really, but I think it’s pretty cool. And if the situation ever arises, we’ve got some instant kill lasers.”

“I should have let you design my suit.” He said, inspecting it some more. Your only reply was a smile.

You glanced down to your work bench and saw some of your original sketches for the suit. Peeking out you saw a sketch of Peter that you’d done. You made sure to push that far under the pile so your dad didn’t see it.

“I just came to check on you and your progress, I’ve got to go back to Berlin. They’re bringing Barnes, Cap, and Wilson in today.” He explained, straightening his tie.

“How is it being a government asset?” You asked with a smirk.

“Better than being a war criminal.” He kissed the top of your head before exiting the lab.

After he left the lab you picked up the sketch of Peter and began shaking your head. You knew why you lied. You knew how bad things were getting and you didn’t want Peter dragged into this. If there was going to be a fight, which you highly anticipated, you didn’t want him to get hurt. That’s why you threw so much energy into making this suit, you wanted to help keep him as safe as possible.

“Peter Parker you’ll be the death of me.” You whispered, biting your lip and hiding the sketch once more.

Two days later a phone call woke you up in the middle of the night.

Incoming Call: Tony Stark

“Hey dad.” You muttered in a husky voice.

“Hey shits hit the fan. I’ve got 36 hours to bring in Cap, Wilson, and Barnes. You find the Spider guy? It’s been a week…” He said, you immediately shot up in bed.

“Here’s the thing…” You began.

“You couldn’t find him? I’m shocked.” Tony said, you could hear the disappointment in his voice.

“No I found him within a day. I’m just not sure if you should bring him into all this.” You argued.

“Why not?” He asked.

“Because he’s a fucking kid!” You yelled into the phone.

“If I didn’t need him then I wouldn’t have asked you to find him. We’re seriously understaffed here. With Thor and Banner MIA we need some help.” He stubbornly retorted.

“You so sure Banner would be on your side even if he was here?” You snapped.

“Probably not, but as it is, we need the kid. Where’s he from?” He pressed.

“Queens.” You finally broke after a sigh.

“Ok, I’m coming to pick you up, let’s pay him a visit. I’ll text you when I land.” He explained.

“Ok. It’s just him and his aunt. As far as I can tell no one else knows he’s a crime fighting spider or whatever.” You explained.

“So we need an excuse to get him out of the country for a few days.” Tony stated.

“What about the September Foundation? He’s a really bright kid, kinda reminds me of you. We could say he applied for the grant and got it, now there’s a retreat or something this weekend.” You thought after a few moments.

“Perfect. I’ll see you in a few hours.” Tony said, hanging up the phone.

You groaned and plopped back down in bed dramatically.

You sat opposite of May Parker in an arm chair sipping tea. You rolled your eyes as your dad flirted shamelessly with her.

The door opened behind you and quickly closed. You heard footsteps pass you and go into the kitchen.

“Hey May. This crazy car’s parked outside.” Peter spoke, finally taking out his headphones and turning around. His jaw dropped open when he saw your father.

“Oh, Mr. Parker.” Your father smiled, putting his glass down on the table.

“What- What are you doin- Hey! Um, I’m Peter.” Peter nervously spewed.

“Tony… and I think you know my daughter Y/N.” He moved to the side to reveal you sitting behind them. You gave a short wave and a wink. Needless to say he was flustered.

“Daughter? I mean, right yeah, daughter, hey Y/N nice to see you again. What are you guys doing here?” Peter asked.

“It’s about time we met. You’ve been getting my emails, right?” Tony asked, you couldn’t see his face but knew he was giving Peter something that said ‘Go along with this’.

“Yeah, yeah.” Peter lied.

“You didn’t tell me about the grant.” May said.

“The September Foundation. Remember when you applied?” Tony asked, continuing the look to Peter.

“Yeah.” Peter nodded, shifting nervously on his feet.

“I approved, so now we’re in business.” Tony clapped his hands together with a smile.

“You didn’t tell me anything what’s up with that? You keeping secrets from me now?” May asked. She looked a lot younger than you expected, maybe that was just in the Parker family genes.

“I just know how much you love surprises so I thought I would let you know.” Peter spoke, you noticed his voice got higher when he was lying.

“Can I talk to him for five minutes?” Your dad asked, standing up from the couch.

“Sure.” May smiled.

“Y/N keep her company.” Your dad ordered, pointing to you.

“I’ll do my best.” You saluted him, as he followed Peter into his room and closed the doors.

“So how do you know Peter? You two go to school together?” May asked with a smile.

“No I’m 18, I already graduated. I ran into him about a week ago. I’m kinda clumsy and I tripped and he caught me. Talk about a meet cute.” You laughed.

“Usually Peter’s the clumsy one.” May laughed. “So do you go to college here in the city?”

“I did for a bit, but not anymore. I went to MIT and got my first doctorate in electrical engineering, then as sort of a side interest I got my philosophy doctorate from Columbia last spring.” You explained, trying your best to sound humble.

“So you take after your dad I see.” She laughed.

“Sometimes that’s not always a good thing.” You laughed.

Suddenly Peter’s door opened and both men walked out.

“All set?” You asked, standing.

“Yes dear.” Tony patted Peter on the back. “Ready to go?”

“Do you mind if I talk to Peter before we go?” You asked, slowly stepping closer to him.

“Quickly please.” Your father urged.

“Of course.” You nodded, closing the door to Peter’s room behind you.

“You didn’t tell me you were Iron Man’s daughter!” Peter whisper yelled at you. You placed a finger over your lips as you pushed him away from the door.

“It wouldn’t have made a difference. Are you sure you’re reading for this?” You asked, crossing your arms.

“For what?” He asked.

“For what you’re about to face this weekend. This isn’t muggings and bank robberies like you’re used to. You’re going to be going up against Captain America, The Winter Soldier, The Falcon, and I don’t even know who else. This is the major leagues kid, and I don’t want you to get hurt.” You explained.

“I’m not a kid, and I can hold my own.” He argued.

“You are a kid Peter, you’re 17. These guys you’ll be going up against are basically gods.” You retorted.

“I may be a kid, but I know that I have these powers. Powers that I have to use. Because when you can do the things I can, but you don’t… and then bad things happen, they happen because of you.” He said, quietly. And you were sure of one thing: Peter Parker was a good guy.

“If you die this weekend, I’ll kill you.” You sighed and he smirked.

“I’ll try not to. You got any words of wisdom going into this?” He asked.

“If you’re up against Cap: aim for the legs. His shield is only so big.” You smiled. “Feel free to drop by the tower when you get back, we may have some things to discuss.”

With that you sent him a wink as you left his bedroom, and returned to your dad in the living room.

It’s been hours since you last heard from your father and you were starting to worry. It was now 3 AM and you couldn’t sleep. You stared at the unchanging ceiling.

This was your family out there. While they were out fighting you were sitting here doing nothing. Even worse, they were fighting each other. You weren’t the praying type, but you prayed that everyone made it out safely.

As if someone heard your prayers, your phone rang.

“Dad! Are you ok? Is everyone ok?” You asked, frantically jumping out of bed.

“I need you to meet us upstate, we’ll be there as soon as possible.” Tony breathed out, you could hear the pain in his voice.

“What’s wrong? Are you ok? Is Peter-” You began to ask but didn’t want to entertain the thought that he was hurt.

“I’m fine, the kids fine. It’s Rhodey. It’s bad.” He

“No. No, no, no. Ok, ok I’m on my way there now. I’ll be there when you land. I’ll have the medical team prep for his arrival. What the hell happened?” You asked as tears streamed down your face but you willed your mind to think straight.

“He was shot out of the sky.” A strained Tony spoke out.

“Jesus.” You whimpered.

“Cap got away with Barnes. The rest of them are being detained. I don’t know what more I can do here baby.” Tony cried, he must have been alone.

“You’ve done what you can, dad. More than that. You’ve tried to keep this team together, no one asked you to do that. You did the right thing. We can talk about it when I see you. I love you, I’ll see you in a few hours.” You finished, wiping another stray tear.

“I love you too.” Tony said, ending the call.

Uncle Rhodey had been there for you for years. He was your father’s oldest friend, and he’d been like a father to you. Rhodey was the one that would take care of you when your father would go out of town, with Pepper’s help. While your father was the one who taught you the ins and outs of technology, Rhodey was the one that taught you how to ride a bike. You remember when he’d take you on the train down to D.C. where he’d take you to all his favorite spots. You’d walk the Mall, see the Washington Monument. Once he even got you into the White House.

God, now you didn’t even know if he was going to make it. For your father to say that it’s bad, then it must be. He would be the one to reassure you that everything’s fine, that Rhodey would be fine. Tony was scared, and that scared you.

You grabbed a small duffel bag and threw in some clothes before getting dressed. You threw the bag over your shoulder and stopped when you saw your reflection in the mirror. You wished you hadn’t.

Dark circles hung under your nearly bloodshot eyes, your cheeks were puffy and your hair was a poofy mess. You signed and dried your eyes the best you could, before grabbing your keys and heading to the garage.

The drive was the worst. While it was still dark and there was no one on the road, you had this gut feeling the whole time that something was wrong. You sat for two hours alone with your thoughts, having no idea what was to come. You hated not knowing. You hated walking into a situation unprepared.

You made it to the compound upstate around 5:30 AM. You made sure the medical staff was up and ready to receive Rhodes when he arrived.

What remained of the team arrived just as the sun was beginning to rise. You saw Vision first, who looked more distressed than usual. Then Nat, who looked guilty. Then you saw your father, sporting a fresh black eye. He looked worse than you.

“Dad!” You ran, throwing yourself into his arms, fresh tears streaming down your face.

“It’s alright kid. It’s gonna be alright.” He winced, but embraced you. He rubbed soothing circles into your back.

You only pulled away when you heard wheels moving behind you and your father. A gurney.

“Uncle Rhodey.” You cried, grabbing his hand and walking with the gurney as he was wheeled closer and closer to the medical bay.

“Don’t cry for me, pretty girl. You drive all this way to see me?” He asked with a smile, but you could see the fear in his eyes.

“I would have traveled halfway around the world just for you.” You smiled through your tears.

“Ms. Stark we need to take him now for X-rays.” The man wheeling Rhodey said, which was the polite version of ‘go away’.

You nodded and removed your hand from Rhodey’s. You sat and waited for news. An hour later you stood on the balcony of the compound, your father suddenly joining you.

“The doctors say he’s shattered L4 through S1. Extreme laceration to the spinal cord. Probably looking at some form of paralysis.” Tony spoke, and you turned to face him.

He was now wearing a sling. You looked up to him, you were all cried out.

“Will he walk again?” You asked.

“Maybe, it’s too soon to tell.” He answered honestly.

“How did this happen?” You asked, turning back towards the breeze.

“It was an accident. It’s only the beginning. Nat was the one who let Cap and Barnes escape so now they’re coming for her too. Now we-” He was cut off by a buzz on his wrist.

“What am I looking at here F.R.I.D.A.Y.?” He asked, enlarging the photo which appeared to be a dead body in a bathtub.

“Priority upload from Berlin police.” A computerised voice answered.

“Fire up the chopper.” Tony turned back to you. “I have to go. I’m sorry.”

He placed a kiss on your forehead before rushing back inside the compound.

You let out a breath with a slight shake of your head. You rested your arms on the railing, letting your head hang low.

The sound of the glass door opening behind you caused it to shoot back up. Thinking it was your father returning, you whipped around, only to see another familiar face staring at you with wide eyes.

“Are you ok?” Peter Parker asked, the long sleeves of his jacket were balled up in his hands nervously.

“I’m fine.” You lied.

“You don’t look fine.” Peter observed, moving to stand next to you.

“Then stop looking.” You snapped, your words sharp as glass.

For a second Peter looked scared of you, before softening his features and realizing the pain you were in.

“That was mean, I’m sorry.” You said, finally getting a good look at him and the shiner he was sporting.

“You don’t have to apologize, I’m sure this must be hard for you.” Peter said, inching closer to you.

“It’s my family. It’s all I’ve ever known and it’s just being ripped apart right in front of me and there’s nothing I can do to stop it.” You signed.

Peter looked up at you, unaware of what to do. He now realized how close you two were standing. God he wanted to kiss you right now, he wanted to take all your pain away.

You extended your hand up to the side of his face, making sure to be gentle.

“This must have hurt.” You smiled, examining it.

“Oh, yeah, I mean- not that much.” He said, trying to sound tough. It caused you to chuckle. He loved seeing a smile on your face after the day you’ve had.

“Alright tough guy. How’d you do?” You asked.

“Pretty well, I think. I stole Cap’s shield, that was pretty cool. That thing does not obey the laws of physics at all.” Peter spoke, geeking out.

“I’m aware, my granddad built it.” You smirked.

“Woah. That’s cool.” Peter smiled, he was such a dork, but a dork that was slowly stealing your heart.

“I know. So how’d the suit hold up?” You asked.

“The suits awesome! Mr. Stark did a great job designing it. And the web shooters, oh my god. They’re perfect. They’re as I’ve always envisioned them.” Peter smiled, glancing down at them.

“That’s great to hear, but um, Mr. Stark didn’t design or build it.” You told him.

“He didn’t?” Peter furrowed his eyebrows, “Who did?”

“I did.” You smiled, looking up to him.

“What, no way. This thing is amazing! God, you’re really like the perfect girl aren’t you.” Peter spoke without thinking, your eyes grew wide, “Uh, hah, I just mean, you, uh, you’ve just got it all. You’re brilliant, talented, beautiful, and the daughter of Tony Stark.”

“I don’t usually consider being a Stark a character trait but thanks, I think there was a complement in there somewhere.” You smiled, willing yourself to ignore the fact that he just called you beautiful.

“I’m sorry, that’s not what I meant. Of course you’re more than just Mr. Stark’s daughter. I didn’t mean-” Peter began to ramble but you cut him off.

“I know what you meant Pete, don’t worry about it.” You turned back towards the building and could see the doctors milling around the bay. Every time you looked at it you were reminded of Rhodey’s dark fate and couldn’t bare it.

“Hey, do you want to get out of here?” You asked, turning back to Peter.

“Uh, yeah, I mean, no I’ve got school tomorrow.” Peter stumbled over his words.

“Alright kid, then why don’t you let me give you a ride back to Queens.” You giggled, grabbing his arm and dragging him back into the compound.

A goofy grin adorned his face the whole way. All he could think of was how perfect his name sounded from your mouth. He especially loved it when you called him ‘Pete’. He also knew that your father would kill him if he ever touched you. But God, that wouldn’t make him want to any less.

“Come on Pete, hop in,” You said, exiting your garage and sliding into an Audi convertible. He cautiously opened the door and sat beside you as you revved it up. 

“Do you want AUX?” You asked, slipping on some expensive sunglasses and setting up the navigation on the touch screen in front of you.

“W-what?” Peter asked, he either misheard you or was so nervous he didn’t realize you had started talking, much less that you were addressing him.

“Do you want to play music?” You asked again with a laugh.

“Oh, yeah sure, uh. What do you like?” He asked, pulling out his phone. When the bluetooth signal came up on your display you tapped the icon that said ‘Peter Parker’s iPhone’ and waited for the device to pair.

“I’m not picky.” You informed him.

“Ok, I kinda have an obscure music taste.” He said nervously, clearly wanting to please you and not embarrass himself in the process.

“I kinda get an 80s indie vibe from you.” You teased with a smile.

“Ha I don’t- I don’t know about that.” He let out a nervous laugh.

“Hm, well I’m sure you don’t want to listen to dad’s AC DC he’s got programed in every car so go for it.” You reassured him as you backed out of the car and onto the road.

“Wait… I love this song!” You smiled to him as soon as you recognized it.

“Really?” Peter asked surprised but excited, he clearly was a fan of this song too, he chose it after all.

“Yeah! I remember the first time I heard it. It was summer so I was in the city and not off at school, and I was in one of those rowboats in Central Park with my friend Tom. God that seemed so long ago.” You smiled at the memory. Peter stared at you as you spoke, half in aw, half curious as to who this ‘Tom’ fellow was.

“I’ve never been there.” He admitted.

“To Central Park or the boathouse?” You asked.

“The boathouse, but I’ve never really spent that much time in the park either.” He spoke casually. You noticed he didn’t stutter or waver his voice nervously as he normally did. He must have been getting more and more comfortable around you, at least enough to be himself.

“What? How?” You teased.

“I don’t know. I guess I always kinda just stayed in Queens. I haven’t really explored Manhattan.” He said.

“Oh my god! Peter Parker I’m taking you, that’s decided. I’ll give you a grand upper east side tour, Central Park and all. I need to scout the area for an apartment anyway.” You spoke freely, too freely it seemed.

“What why?” He asked immediately as the words left your mouth.

“Shit, I shouldn’t have said that. I know you won’t tell anyone, but we’re selling the tower in a few months and moving full time upstate. So I’ll get an apartment near 5th.” You began to explain as the last song ended. “Ok ok, I see your Wham! and I raise you: Toto. F.R.I.D.A.Y? You know what to do.”

“Playing Africa by Toto, Ms. Stark.” F.R.I.D.A.Y.’s robotic accent spoke from the speakers of the car. Peter laughed as the iconic song began to blare, fully aware of it’s meme-like status.

“I swear I was going to play that next.” He laughed before returning to your prior subject, “Wait why aren’t you moving upstate?”

“Well I’m not an avenger am I?” You teased.

“I’ll be back and forth though. I’ll run our philanthropy from here and meet with investors and shareholders, then I’ll work in the lab when I’m up there. I just can’t let go of the city that easily.” You answered truthfully.

“Yeah, I get that. I can’t picture being anywhere else.” He agreed.

“Well what about college?” You asked.

“What about it?” He returned.

“Peter, you’re brilliant. Don’t you want to go to Harvard or MIT or something?” You offered, shifting the car into autopilot and turning to face him.

“I don’t know, I mean, I don’t know if I could get in.” He answered truthfully.

“We’ve got pull at MIT. Dad and I both graduated from there, if you don’t get in, which you would, one phone call from me and you’d be set.” You attempted to calm his fears.

“Wait… you’re like 19 how have you already graduated?” He asked, taken aback.

“Oh, uh, well I take after dad I guess. I graduated with my PhD from MIT, then got another from Columbia last year. And I’m 18 by the way. But that’s boring, you could read about it in any magazine, tell me about you.” You asked, attempting to be humble.

“Um well, I don’t know, no ones ever really asked me that before.” He said, looking down to his hands.

“Really? Ok well friends?” You asked him, steering him along.

“Ned. He’s my best friend, and kinda my only friend. That sounds lame hearing it out loud.” He said, getting nervous again, you would have to reassure him.

“Not really considering my best friend growing up was J.A.R.V.I.S., so you’re in good company.” You laughed.

“Jarvis?” Peter asked confused.

“He was my dad’s AI, now he’s part of Vision’s interface. F.R.I.D.A.Y.s kinda taken over his mantle. Ok so Ned, tell me about him.” You smiled, wanting to know more about Peter’s life.

“Uh he really likes Star Wars, like really likes Star Wars.” He laughed.

“I’ve never seen it.” You said.

“What? How?” He asked, taken aback.

“Wait, well, I guess technically I’ve seen The Last Jedi because I went to the premiere with John Boyega. But I haven’t seen any of the other stuff so it didn’t make much sense to me. So what does Spidey do when he’s not being Spidey?” You asked, changing the subject.

“John Boyega? That’s so cool. He’s so cool!” Peter said, excitedly.

“Yeah he is, he’s a friend. Next time he’s in town I’ll let you know.” You laughed, “But you’re avoiding my question Spidey.”

“I don’t know. I like taking things apart I guess, putting them back together. Old DVD players, TVs, computers, whatever I can find out on the streets.” He answered, ignoring the way his stomach did flips every time you called him Spidey.

“So what I’m hearing is that I’ll have to give you a tour of the lab some time. I have free reign when dad’s out working.” You offered.

“That would be amazing. Wow so you’re like just like Mr. Stark then, building things and stuff.” Peter said.

“I’m just a girl with a couple of tools, sometimes I make something that works.” You smiled, once again being humble. You turned to your right peering out as you crossed over the Queensboro bridge onto Queens Boulevard, “Ah the place where it all began.”

“I still can’t believe you jumped off a bridge just to put a tracker on me.” Peter shook his head.

“Hey a girls gotta do what a girls gotta do. Let me have my avengers moment, it’s the closest I’ll ever get.” You sighed, placing your hands back on the wheel, turning off autopilot as you got into more and more traffic.

“You don’t have your own Iron Man suit? An Iron Woman suit?” He asked, half teasing, half serious.

“Ha! You think my father would ever let that happen? He barely lets me date, I don’t think I could convince him to let me fight crime or aliens or whatever. I’m more of a behind the scenes gal anyway, I’m more useful behind a computer than in the field. I don’t know if New York needs anymore heros.” You spoke.

“What do you mean?” He asked you.

“Well you know, Queens has you, Hells Kitchen has the Daredevil, Harlem has Luke Cage, Jessica Jones, there’s enough enhanced beings out there, I don’t think a rich unenhanced kid with a few college degrees would be much help.” You said.

“I think you don’t give yourself enough credit.” Peter said.

“I think I give myself just the right amount of credit. I know my limits. Well it looks like we’ve made it to your place Spidey.” You spoke, pulling up in front of his apartment building.

“May would kill me if I didn’t invite you up for dinner.” Peter said confidently, looking at his watch.

“That sounds really great Pete but is there any way I could get a raincheck? It’s just that I’ve slept about 2 hours in the last few days and I just want to get back to the compound take a shower, take a nap, and be there for Rhodey when he wakes up.” You smiled, even though dinner with the Parkers sounded quaint and somehow homey.

“Yeah, yeah of course, I didn’t even think about that, sorry.” He said, running his fingers through his loose curls.

“No it’s ok, its ok. But thanks for the offer, and thanks for being a great road trip buddie. These last few weeks have been kinda rough for me, so it was really nice to just let loose and have some fun.” You smiled, even though you were exhausted.

“Yeah it was actually really fun.” Peter laughed, thinking back on the last two hours.

“Have a nice night Pete, good luck explaining that shiner to your Aunt May.” You smiled and unlocked the car door.

“Well that part I’m used to.” He laughed, now standing in the doorway, about to close the door.

“Uh Pete? Forgetting something?” You spoke before he closed the door completely.

“Uh,” He looks around nervously, were you expecting a hug goodbye or something? He didn’t know so he began to move towards you and you laughed.

“The case silly, but I’ll take a hug if you’re offering.” You spoke, Peter laughed and quickly hugged you before realizing what you said.

“Wait? I get to keep the suit?” He asked slowly, in disbelief.

“Yeah it’s a little big on me. I made this for you Pete, it’s designed especially for you and your powers of course you get to keep it. Friends don’t let friends swing around Queens in sweats. Now get out of here before May gets even more worried.” You smiled.

“Oh my god, thank you, thank you!” He quickly hugs you again without even thinking about it, “Oh sorry I’ll just, yeah, bye Y/N.”

He jumped out of the car holding the silver case, a goofy grin on his face as you waved and pulled away.

It had been a few weeks since you had seen Peter. It had been so crazy dealing with the fall out of what had happened with Cap. He and Bucky were still in the wind, along with everyone Cap had broken out of SeaGate.

You spent a lot of time in the lab with your dad working on new nanite technology. When you weren’t in the lab, you were preparing for events you had to make an appearance at. You’d been busy to say the least, but this was your job.

You hadn’t really kept up with Peter as much as you’d like to, but you were both busy people. You always kept an eye out for him though, tracking his suit, making sure he wasn’t in over his head.

You were currently on your way to pick up a dress for an event, sitting in the back seat on your phone as Happy drove you. Ever since the Accords your father has been slightly more protective than usual. It’s a tense situation for all of us.

As you arrived at your destination and stood outside of the car talking to Happy, you were unaware of the conversation going on on the patio nearby.

“Dude! Dude! Dude!” Ned slapped Peter’s arm repeatedly as they sat outside a cafe and ate while doing homework.

“What??” Peter asked, slightly annoyed but more confused.

“Look, it’s Y/N Stark!” Ned said, pointing to you as you coordinated the rest of your day with Happy.

“How do you know?” Peter asked confused, thinking maybe Ned had met you before.

“Dude she’s practically famous. She’s Tony Stark’s daughter. She runs all the family’s philanthropic work so basically she just dresses up and goes to galas all the time and gets her pictures taken with celebrities. And she’s dating the mayor’s son. I heard once she got caught-” Ned rambled but Peter cut him off.

“How do you know all that?” Peter asked him, in shock.

“How do you not! I’m telling you, read Cosmo for once and it could totally help out in a situation like this.” Ned said confidently.

“A situation like what?” Peter said, but it was too late. Ned had already began to stand up and had his sights set on you.

“Come on, I’m going over there.” Ned began to walk but Peter grabbed the back of his shirt, pulling him backwards.

“What? No!” Peter said, losing grip on Ned’s shirt. Ned was halfway to you, Peter on his tails. You were now waving goodbye to Happy and about to turn around.

“Why I want to meet her.” Ned argued, where had all this confidence come from?

“No Ned we should leave her alone.” Peter whisper yelled but it was too late.

“Dude chill,” Ned whispered before saying, “Uuh hi sorry are you Y/N Stark by any chance?”

“Depends who’s asking,” You said turning around to see a kid in front of you, then noticing another hiding behind him, “Hey Pete.”

“Do you know him?” Ned asked shocked.

“Of course! The famous Peter Parker,” you smirked, “And you must be Ned.”

“You… you know my name?”

“Sure. Pete speaks very well of you.” You smile, remembering your little road trip with him.

“Why didn’t you tell me you were friends with Y/N Stark!” Ned whisper yells to Peter, a gentle smirk dons your face.

“Uh, I don’t know, I didn’t want to ya know, make a big deal out of it. She’s just a normal girl Ned.” Peter said, and your smirk dropped, a smile replacing it. Never once have you been called normal, even though it’s all you’ve ever wanted. Your whole life you’ve been thrown into greatness and every nanosecond has been criticized and cataloged. Normal is something you would never be, but always still strive for.

“Right, sorry.” Ned gave you a guilty smile.

“Don’t worry about it. Listen I’m kinda late for something, it was really nice to meet you Ned,” You looked down at your watch as you spoke, “Oh I nearly forgot, Pete could you come by the tower tonight?”

You looked between Ned and Peter curiously as you completed your thought, obviously having to make up a lie to mask the real reason you need him at the tower. It was also obvious to you that Ned didn’t know Peter was Spider-Man.

“Dad has some, uh extra internship stuff he wants to talk to you about.” You lied, in reality you had updated the software on his suit and needed to install it.

“Yeah sure, uh, what are you doing around this part of town?” Peter asked curiously, but casually.

“The best tailor in new york has a studio about a block over, I’m getting a dress fitted for some gala I have to go to tomorrow night.” You smiled.

“Oh? What’s it for?” He asked, making sure not to sound pushy.

“Oh, it’s a, well it’s just this fundraiser.” You shook your head dismissively. Why did you feel guilty all of a sudden?

“That sound fun what’s it for?” Peter asked.

“Um, it’s for the uh the mayor’s re-election campaign.” You spoke awkwardly. Why were you nervous telling Peter this?

“Oh, I didn’t know Stark Industries donated to political campaigns.” Peter asked surprised. Well he really did his research didn’t he.

“We don’t actually, it’s more of a social thing, uh, well I hope you boys enjoy your dinner, I really do have to run! See ya tonight Pete, it was nice to meet you Ned!” You answered and waved goodbye as you journeyed down the street.

You’d never felt like this before. Was it guilt? Anxiety? Whatever it was, you didn’t like it. Why was it so hard for you to tell Peter that you were attending an event with your boyfriend. There’s no reason you should be ashamed of that. Is there? Your head spun as you entered the cool apartment building, making your way up to the penthouse for your fitting.

You returned to the tower that night after your fitting and an apartment showing uptown. You immediately went to the lab and got back to work on the coding you were doing for Peter’s suit.

You lost track of time, pushing your glasses up into your hair and rubbing your face in exhaustion. You were almost finished but this last line was proving to be more fickle than anticipated.  You sat with your head in your hands in thought, leaning onto the cold metal counter when you were interrupted by a voice from above.

“A visitor has arrived for you at the front desk Ms. Stark.” F.R.I.D.A.Y. informed you.

“I’m assuming it’s our friendly neighborhood Spider-ling?” You asked, making your way towards the elevator.

“That would be correct.” F.R.I.D.A.Y said, and you nodded pressing the button for the first floor.

The metal doors slid open to reveal Peter, holding the chunky metal case, talking nervously to the security guard. Obviously he was skeptical that Peter actually had a reason to be here. He was nearly ready to interrogate him until you arrived.

“Hi-hi Y/N.” Peter said, nervously.

“Hey Peter. It’s ok Niles he’s with me.” You nodded to the guard, who reluctantly let Peter past him.

“Thanks.” Peter nodded as he approached you, clearly examining you. No doubt he clocked your tired red eyes and bags beginning to form under them. He knew you were exhausted.

“The hero of Queens’ one weakness is hourly paid security guards, I’ll keep that in mind.” You quipped with a monotone voice, Peter could tell your energy for witty banter was running low. Peter chuckled lowly, letting you have this one.

The elevator doors opened into the lab and Peter was taken aback. As you exited the elevator back to your workbench, Peter stood frozen at the entrance to the room. His mouth hung open slightly.

“I made a couple software updates to the suit, just some quick fixes that had to be uploaded remotely. It shouldn’t take more than an hour-” You spoke but turned to see Peter dumbfounded. “Yeah that’s usually most people’s reaction.”

“This can’t be real.” Peter said, finally taking a few steps toward you.

“This is nothing, the lab upstate is even more impressive.” You smiled. “I see you brought the suit.”

“Yeah, I figured that was the reason you wanted me here. I heard your dad was out of the country so he didn’t need to talk to me.” Peter said, tapping the case and laying it up on the counter.

“You really are as bright as they say.” You smiled, popping open the case and plugging it in.

“Oh! Yes, yes, thank god.” You said, quickly resolving your coding nightmare and finding your missing puzzle piece. You typed it in and began downloading the update.

“Everything ok?” Peter asked, leaning forward to read the screen as the numbers whizzed by.

“That last line was really kicking my ass, I knew it would come to me eventually.” You smiled, stepping back from the screen.

“Well it’s nice to finally find a flaw.” Peter joked.

“There’s plenty to choose from.” You sighed, smiling to Peter so he knows his joke didn’t hurt your feelings.

“I doubt that.” He muttered, beginning to roam the lab.

“Wanna see something cool?” You asked.

“There’s more?” Peter whipped around.

You smirked and walked over to your standing monitors, Peter in toe.

“F.R.I pull up 17A specs.” You said, and a hologram of Peter’s suit appeared in between you too. Peter’s eyes grew wide as he reached to touch it, his fingers slipping through the light display.

“This is amazing.” He smiled at you like a giddy kid.

“There’s a few features I wanna show you right now, the rest we’ll have to save for another time.” you lifted your hand and pushed the hologram, spinning the suit to the back.

“You see this large spider in the back?” You asked.

“Yeah it’s super cool-” Peter began.

“It’s also a parachute. If you reach a high enough altitude, this could save your ass. Your super healing or whatever isn’t going to fix a broken neck.” You spun the suit once more.

“Aunt May would kill me.” Peter said.

“I would kill you.” You smiled, you stepped in front of him, lifting the arms of the hologram so that the webbing appeared.

“Now, I can’t give you rocket boosters.” You began.

“That would be so cool!” Peter smiled.

“Oh I know it would be. But you’ve got that whole swinging from webs thing, very on brand. But if you ever need to kind of glide or catch some wind, here’s some webbing.” You pointed.

“Wow, you really spent a lot of time on this suit.” Peter said quietly, he was so close you could almost feel his breath on your neck. You spun to face him.

“Well, you’re worth it I guess.” You smirked. Your heart began to nearly beat out of your chest. What was happening? You looked up to meet Peter’s brown eyes, they were dilated slightly.

Your head began to pound, seriously what was this? It had to be more than just extreme exhaustion. You grew dizzy and placed your hand on Peter’s chest to steady yourself. You felt his hands grab onto either side of you to hold you up.

“You ok y/n?” He asked softly.

“Yeah I, I think I just need some air.” You said, turning and making your way to the balcony. You stepped outside and took a deep breath as the cool fall air hit your face. You heard the door close behind you.

“I think you need some sleep.” Peter suggested, guiding you outside with a hand on your back. It felt so natural you barely noticed it there.

“I don’t really sleep much anymore. The Accords have been hard for all of us.” You sighed. Sure you weren’t on house arrest, but you were affected too. Your whole life was turned upside down. Your family and friends are in the wind, everything you do is being monitored.

“I know I can’t possibly understand what you’re going through, but if you ever need someone to talk to or anything like that, I’m here.” Peter said softly. You were now leaning against the railing of the balcony, you turned and looked up to him. No one has ever been this genuine with you. You felt so comforted by his words, a few tears began to well up in your eyes.

“I always have to be strong for dad, because I know he blames himself for everything that’s happened, but I don’t know if it will ever get better. I don’t know if there’s any fixing this.” You said, a tear slipping loose and sliding down your face.

“You don’t have to put up a front for me.” Peter said gently.

You bit your lip, holding back more tears and wrapped your arms under his, burying yourself into his chest. You felt his arms secure around you, and in the chaos that was your world, for at least a minute, you felt safe.

A loud ding from within the lab pulled your attention from Peter. That had to be his suit. The update must have been successfully completed and installed.

“I’m sorry, I don’t usually um” You motioned between the two of you, referring to what just happened.

“It’s ok, you don’t have to apologize.” Peter smiled sweetly, looking down with concern in his eyes.

“I know its just uh,” You didn’t know the words to describe how you were feeling, so you just shook your head and changed the subject, “That’s your suit.”

You walked back into the lab, beginning to pull the wires from Peter’s suit and fold it back into the heavy metal case.

“I’m sure Aunt May is waiting up for you.” You spoke as you extending the case to him.

“Actually I told her I was staying at Neds tonight…” Peter took the case from your hand and paused for a minute before cautiously saying, “I don’t want to leave you all alone in this tower if you’re not ok Y/N.”

“I’ll be ok, I have to be. This is my life Peter, I can’t change that, I just have to deal with it.” You crossed your arms over your chest.

“Well you don’t have to deal with it alone if you don’t want to.” He offered, no one had ever said that to you before.

“Do you want to stay?” You took a chance, “I mean we’ve got plenty of room, and some pizza and a movie sounds really good.”

“That sounds amazing.” He laughed and smiled.

“Follow me,” You motioned towards the elevator as you got in and hit the button for your floor.

The elevator opened onto your floor. On the right was the kitchen which extended into the large chic living room. That connected to your bedroom and bathroom.

You pointed to the phone on the counter.

“Order the pizza, I’m gonna take a quick shower.” You instructed.

“From where?” He asked picking up the futuristic looking phone.

“If you eat pizza from anywhere other than Joe’s we need to talk.” You smirked.

“Ok, ok just making sure.” Peter laughed.

“Tell them it’s for me and it should be on the house.” You spoke from the doorway of your bedroom.

“For real?” Peter asked, eyes growing wide in surprise.

“Dad saved the owner a few years ago during the incident. Haven’t paid for pizza since.” You shrugged, “F.R.I pull up the theatre display and help Pete pick a movie.”

“On it Ms. Stark.” F.R.I.D.A.Y replied.

A few minutes later you returned to the cozy living space with slightly damp hair, no makeup, sporting a big T-shirt and shorts.

The smell of pizza hit you right when you entered the room.

“I’ve never seen pizza delivered so fast in my life.” Peter said before shoving the slice in his mouth.

“I think that’s part of the Avenger’s discount.” You smirked as you stuck a slice in your mouth. God bless Joe’s Pizza you thought.

“Did you pick a movie?” You asked, leaning against the counter.

“Well you don’t make it easy, you own every movie ever made,” He laughed before looking up to you, “Are you sure you want to watch a movie, you should probably get some sleep.”

“I don’t sleep, haven’t been able to in weeks. Not since we signed the accords. So movie it is.” You said as you  jumped on the couch with a slice of pizza in your hands.

Peter grabbed the box and placed it on your coffee table before taking a seat beside you on your large sectional.

“Wait, you have the new James Bond movie?” Peter asked, excitement in his voice when he saw it on the screen, “It’s not even in theatres yet! How is that possible?”

“I know a guy.” You shrugged.

“Is that guy Daniel Craig?” Peter rolled his eyes.

“No…but I know him too.” You said, sporting a smirk as Pete laughed.

“Do you mind if we watch it?” Peter asked.

“I’d want nothing else.” You smiled.

You started the movie, and Peter was super into it, granted it is a really good movie. After eating for a little while, you threw away the empty box and turned off the lights. You returned to the couch and curled up with a blanket.

About thirty minutes into the movie Peter turned to you to ask you a question. He seems that you’re fast asleep, a smile grows on his face and he lets you sleep. He lowered the volume on the TV because he knows how long its been since you’ve slept.

About an hour later you turned over, unconsciously leaning into Peter’s side and laying an arm over him. He only smiled and put an arm around your back.

You woke up cuddled into Peter’s side on the couch. You saw that he was still asleep too. You turned to look at the clock, it was 10:00. Had you really slept like 11 hours? That seemed impossible to you, seeing your recent average was about 2 hours.

You went to your kitchen and whipped up some pancakes, the smell waking Peter up.

“God those smell so good.” He padded over to the kitchen and slid onto your bar stool.

“Family recipe.” You winked.

“How’d you sleep?” He asked.

“Amazing. Like super amazing, I haven’t slept that long in years.” You said, sliding a plate of pancakes over to him.

“I’m glad.” He smiled as you joined him.

“Did u like the movie?” You asked.

“It was really good! Too bad there won’t be another.” He commented.

“There won’t be?” You asked in insinuation.

“Didn’t Daniel Craig say he’d rather slit his wrists than play Bond again?” Peter raised an eyebrow.

“He did, but for enough money anyone will do anything.” You said.

“Your kidding, he’s doing another?” Peter asked in shock.

“Don’t tell anyone, you’re pretty good at keeping a secret.” You laughed.

You ate with Peter and talked. It felt so natural to be with him, you haven’t enjoyed yourself like this in a while.

“Ms. Stark your one o’clock is here.” F.R.I.D.A.Y said, you didn’t know it was already one.

“My what?” You asked, before it hit you, “Oh god the galas tonight. Like tonight tonight. Tell her I’ll be down in a minute.”

“I’m so sorry Peter, I completely forgot.” You said, rushing to clean up the living space for your hair and makeup stylist.

“No it’s ok, I should probably get going. I’ve got rounds soon anyway.” He smiled.

“Be careful please.” You pleaded with a smile.

“I always am.” He said, you raised an eyebrow and smiled.

After hours of hair and makeup you heard the elevator open behind you. You were almost finished with your stylist, still sitting in your room in a silk robe about to put your dress on.

“There’s my pretty girl,” Your boyfriend Tom walked into your room and placed a kiss on your cheek.

“Hi handsome, we’re almost done here.” You informed him.

“No rush, we can be fashionably late.” He made his way in his tux over to your couch and plopped down where you are Peter slept the night before. Guilt began to well up in you.

Of course nothing happened, Peter was just a friend who was there for you in your time of need.

A few minutes later you entered the living room donning a silk champagne colored gown that fit you perfectly.

“Wow, you look amazing,” Tom stood to greet you, his eyes scanning you before quietly saying, “I can’t wait to get home and rip that dress of you.”

“Ah,ah,ah you better behave tonight. This is very important for your father and his image, he needs votes and donations, not another scandal from his son.” You warned.

“Ouch I’m hurt.” He placed his hands on his heart, being dramatic, you just rolled your eyes, “Kidding, I’ll behave, I know father would have my head if I didn’t.”

You both entered the limo outside of Stark Tower and headed to the gala. Once you arrived the place was crawling with paparazzi. You answered a few questions from reporters and broke away from Tom before entering the ballroom.

“Ms. Stark?” A voice called from beside you, you turned to see a familiar face, though you’ve never met before, “Danny Rand.”

“Y/N please,” You said as you shook his hand outside the building. “Danny Rand, back from the dead. To what do I owe the pleasure?”

“There’s something you should know about Mayor-” Danny tried to warn you before

“Babe we gotta go, they’re starting.” Tom interrupted and placed an arm around your hip, pulling you towards the door.

“Find me inside.” You mouthed to Danny, not knowing that security wouldn’t let him in.

You made your way to your table at the front of the ballroom, where the mayor greeted you with open arms.

“Thank you for coming Y/N.” The mayor nodded.

“Well someone has to keep Thomas in line.” You joked, getting a laugh from the table.

“Better you than me.” The mayor smirked before making his way onto the stage.

Little did you know Peter didn’t have a good feeling about this event. Call it Spidey-Senses if you want. He hated how happy you looked with the mayor’s son, though he knows if he really cares about you he should be happy for you. You live in different worlds, you’re the daughter of a billionaire for christ sake, he’s just a kid from Queens.

“Ladies and gentlemen, I’d like to welcome you to-” The mayor began but the mic cut out. Your head was spinning and your ears were ringing. You opened your eyes to see smoke covering half the room, tables and chairs scattered around. You were on the ground bleeding. As you tried to make sense of everything around you, another explosion went off. This time followed by half a dozen men barging into the broken wall of the ballroom.

You turned behind you to see your boyfriend Thomas cowering behind you. You tried to sit up but your whole body hurt.

The men were now coming towards you, and they had guns, big guns. They took a shot at the mayor who was now on the floor of the stage, but he was pulled away by security.

You twist your bracelet, pulling the exposed metal up over your fingers as it turns into a fingerless unpainted Iron Man hand. You shot at the man now coming towards you, sending him soaring backwards, knocking him out unconscious.

You saw Peter swing in, starting to web up some of the intruders. Two approach you from behind, you shoot one, but the other grabs your arm and holds it back, immobilizing your one weapon. You pull your free arm back, bloodying your knuckles as you rammed your fist into his face. His grip loosened on your arm and you were able to break free. He tried to take a swing at you, but you were able to block it. You used the chair next to you to jump and strike him again, sending him to the ground. You were now standing over him, and pulled his mask off. He seemed to be knocked out.

You turned to see Peter finishing the last one off, and making his way across the ballroom to you. You still couldn’t hear anything and your vision was blurry. You noticed Peter raise his hand to aim behind you, but it was too late. As you spun around to see your attacker, you took a hard blow with the butt of his large machine gun. The force of the blow pushed you to the ground. You knew it had broken a rib or two. From the ground, with all the strength you had, you raised your arm to shoot him with your Iron Man hand, and he was out.

You attempted to stand, leaning on the turned over table for support. Peter was only a few feet away from you now. You limped towards him, trying to mutter his name as you reached an arm towards him, and fell unconscious.

“Pe-” Was all Peter heard as you collapsed and he caught you in his arms.