F A N F I C

There was one town that Dean loved more than any other he and his family ever hunted in. 

The town was a small, conservative, Christian town called Riverville. He hated everything the people did, and what they were like. He hated the town up to its name. But there was one person there, (Y/n) (L/n), who made him love it. 

The very sight of her was enough to let him momentarily forget about all the hell he went through on a daily basis. Her voice, the words she speaks, was music if he ever heard it.

The moment the ‘67 Chevy Impala rolled into town it was hated by everyone who saw it. It wasn’t anything like the cars of the town (Subaru's and Cadillacs), and therefore the people wouldn’t be like the others in this town, and that meant the Winchester family was immediately hated by everyone in Riverville. 

That one fact made it impossible for them to get information off of people, who would not be the person to help out the outsiders. They didn’t want to be the city gossip.

One day, John and Dean were in the library hoping to talk with the librarian who was supposedly a witness to the murder of one of the football players. She looked in her 60′s with gray hair and a cross necklace around her neck.

“Ma’am” John started, she turned around to face him and he put up his FBI badge “We were wondering if you could talk to us about what you saw the night of James Thorn’s death.”

The lady eyed the badge, then Dean “He looks a bit young”

“He’s in training” John answered immediately 

“Well I don’t trust him, or you”

“Ma’am-” John started

“Oh why don’t you just talk, he’s got a badge, and you’ll get arrested for withholding information if you don’t.” Dean looked over to see a girl his age dressed in a black leather jacket “On second thought, go for it. I’m sure no one would miss the constant ‘shut ups’ from you even though they only sneezed.”

The woman scowled at her “Miss (L/n) what are you doing here?” she said in a voice that had ‘get out’ screaming in its undertones.

“Oh didn’t you hear? I’m writing an article over the murders, and I wanted to interview you as well. I’m sure the feds wouldn’t mind.”

---

That night all Dean could think about was the girl in this awful town who seemed to be the exact opposite of everyone else. He got out of bed and found John still awake “I’m going for a walk”

He left before his father could say anything and began down the road, passing many small shops on his way. He didn’t know where he was going, but he saw a shadow cross the street in front of him and immediately chased after it. 

The person had disappeared and Dean stopped to look around and catch his breath, then suddenly he was on the ground with a familiar face looking down at him.

“You know if you wanted us in this position, you could’ve just asked”

She groaned and stood up “Stop following me you creep”

“Then stop walking around at night dressed in all black and looking incredibly suspicious” 

“How else do you expect to get out of this fucking town? Besides, what are you going to do about it?”

Dean remembered the badge in his pocket and held it up “I don’t know, question and arrest you for murder?”

“Oh right, you’re a fed” she laughed, he threw a confused look “Oh please, I’m the queen of fake IDs, I know one when I see one. And even if you were really in the FBI, James was my best friend and the only good thing about this damn town, I would never hurt him.”

Dean’s face went soft “I’m sorry”

“It's fine” she brushed it off as they had begun walking in the direction of a burned building “Everyone in this town had it out for him and I, I wouldn’t be surprised if his own parents murdered him. God knows whoever killed him is coming after me next.”

“Are things here really that bad?”

“We were seen as the prime example of who not to be. In this town, everyone glared at us but we didn’t think anything of it really, we were used to it. His parents were about to send him to a boarding school in England, he was found dead two nights before he was supposed to leave. No one was even sad about it. That’s the awful part, he deserved so much better.”

Dean was about to say something, but any words were killed by the sight of a spirit up the street a block ahead of them. Dean grabbed her hand and they ran as fast as they could to the hotel room where the Winchesters were staying. Dean immediately put salt by the doors and windows.

John and Sam shot out of bed, Sam rushing to grab any iron he could find.

“Dean what happened? Who is this?”

“I’m (Y/n)”

“The spirit was up the street, we ran as fast as we could”

“The what?”

---

(Y/n) woke up to light sneaking past the cheap curtains and the memories from last night flooded in her head when she realized she was still in the hotel room.

Walking with Dean, the ghost, learning about hunting, explaining everything she knew, and finding out that it was after her.

Her fearless world that she owned was suddenly turned upside down and she didn’t feel safe anymore unless she was with Dean.

That’s when she heard the boys discussing their plan “How can I help?”

They all looked over at her “Oh no” Dean started “We aren’t putting you in danger”

“Well you need a decoy” Dean began to disagree before she cut him off “Come on, we know that the dead priest is going after the ‘sinners’ of the town, and I’m the one he’s looking for. He’s going to get me whether you are there or not, personally I’d like the former.”

Dean groaned “Fine, but you can’t do anything without us or you will get hurt.”

She smiled and joined in on their plan.

Dean got distracted by simply looking at her, she had him wrapped around his finger and she didn’t even know it. He had only met her yesterday and knew that he couldn’t leave this town without her. 

---

The building gave every hint of haunted, it was dark, rotting, and it had burned down years ago. It was the church the priest had lived in, he almost died, but instead was taken outside the church by the smoke in his lungs. (Y/n) was standing in the middle, seemingly alone, with an iron knife hidden in her jacket.

The man appeared in front of her “Alright, you have me, just get this over with.”

Sam and John were at the priest’s grave getting ready to burn it, and Dean was watching (Y/n), while also making sure the spirit didn’t leave and find his brother and John.

His face turned into that of hatred and he charged at her, she managed to dodge it, but caught his knife, earning a cut near her shoulder. She didn’t even notice the blood running down her arm, instead was to caught up in the situation. But Dean did, and he wanted nothing more to go to her.

She was putting up a fight with her iron knife and near exhausted when the man went up in flames in front of her, John and Sam had done it.

 She smiled at Dean as he ran out of the shadows, he immediately looked at her arm.

“I’m going to burn him again for that”

She smiled up at him “Hey, I’m fine”

“I would’ve fucking killed him myself if you weren’t”

She laughed and he looked in her eyes, down at her lips, and back to her eyes, and before he knew it, his lips were on hers and he never felt as amazing and free as he did in that moment.

---

One week later the Winchesters would roll out of Riverville, a new passenger in the backseat. And (Y/n) would leave the town she hated, feeling free for the first time in her life. She would only return once a year to visit the grave of her best friend, James Thorn.

“The Summer Soldier”

One Year Later

Tony and Peter were the only two Avengers left in the tower, and they had a daily schedule. From what time they ate to the time they trained everything remained the same day in and day out. People were beginning to notice the lack of emotion in the Avengers eyes.

Tony spent all day working on security systems and looking deep through the buildings history, then all night searching cameras around the world, always looking for his daughter.

Peter went to school everyday and went through the motions, then after school went to surrounding cities instead of staying in Queens. He was catching more criminals than ever, purely because he wanted to know what they knew about the lost Stark.

Today though, today was different. Today was exactly a year after (Y/n) Stark went missing and that meant that neither of them knew what to do with themselves. They ended up sitting in the living room, not saying a word. Blankly staring into space.

That’s when a crash sounded in the floor above them and they jumped to their feet, weapons immediately found in each hand as they ran upstairs.

They discovered that the crash was the broken window in one of Tony’s labs, the one where he keeps all the suits and important new discoveries, but there was no intruder to be found.

Then Peter was thrown across the room and Tony was knocked off his feet. They looked up and saw someone in a black suit and a mask hiding every inch of their face. Both were similar to the one Bucky wore, but the person’s medal arm was completely identical, with the exception of a black circle in the middle of the star on the shoulder.

They were looking at the desk that held a red and gold bracelet, the one (Y/n) Stark always wore, then turned and saw the two men, who were now up on their feet again and ready to fight.

The intruder didn’t move, all they did was stare at the two Avengers, body language saying that they were confused by something. That’s when a red light on their wrist began to blink and before Peter or Tony could move, the Bucky look-alike ran and jumped through the hole in the window onto a shorter building before disappearing from sight.

“Was that a super soldier?” Peter breathed out

“Yeah. There wasn’t supposed to be any more of them. I have to make a call.” Tony sighed and grabbed the phone out of his pocket before pressing on the only contact it had, Steve Rogers.

---

Steve and Bucky were hesitant to leave hiding, but only came when Tony promised no one else would see them and that it was an emergency, just nothing he could talk about over the phone.

When they got there, they found Peter and Tony waiting inside. 

“There is more of them.”

“Stark, you’re going to have to be more specific”

Tony pointed to where Bucky was standing slightly behind Steve “The super soldiers with the medal arms, one broke into the tower yesterday.”

“None of the others had medal arms” Bucky spoke up “I was the only one, and the others are all dead.”

“Well there’s one more. They had the same suit and mask you would use, and the same arm. Just the star had a black circle in the middle.”

“That’s impossible” Steve saw all the other soldiers, none of them had an arm like Bucky’s.

Tony showed the video from the cameras, and both men watched it intently “Why did they look at you two like that?”

Bucky spoke up “They look like they recognized you. Hydra can take out all the memories they want, but I knew when I saw Steve that I had known him at one time. Plus the signal for them to leave came before they could steal anything or even hurt the two of you. Hydra must have panicked and wanted them out of there.”

“You think it’s Hydra?” Peter asked quietly

“That’s the only guess I have”

---

(Y/n) couldn’t get the face of the boy she saw out of her head, the man either. They looked so familiar but she couldn’t remember having ever seen them before and her frustration over the matter had her almost in tears. 

Her door whipped open “Come with me”

She gulped, they were going to clear her memories again. Whoever those two were, they were important and she wouldn’t be allowed to think of them anymore.

“Who were they? I knew them.”

“Nothing you need to worry about”

“But I knew them! I had seen that room and that bracelet before!” 

“Shut it, I told you not to worry about it”

“But I knew them!”

No matter how many times she begged and screamed, she wouldn’t remember the two faces the next day.

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The last day of school. Everyone’s excited, waiting for the bell to finally ring, throwing away their notes, running out the front door, going out with their friends and making plans to stay up all night long. 

(Y/n) and Peter had big plans, not as big as some people’s (Flash was throwing a party with so much alcohol he could get the whole school drunk, which was reasonable because the only people who weren’t invited was Peter and Ned. They didn’t care, fully knowing that there’s no way they would have shown up.)

Peter and (Y/n) had plans to eat at their favorite sandwich shop (Mr. Delmar’s), then they were going to walk around the city, and after they wanted to go to (Y/n)’s room to binge-watch movies. They’d have to sneak in because Tony would freak out that Peter was in her room, but it wasn’t something they’d never done before.

The two had just finished Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban, and it was officially 1:23 am.

Despite it being late into the night, or rather, early morning, the city below them was alive and hustling. New York at night was beautiful, and Peter and (Y/n) had a tradition of sitting on the ledge of her window and looking out at the city, hand in hand. Sometimes they spoke, laughed or tried to guess the lives of the people in the streets. Other times they sat in a comfortable silence, the simple fact that the other was right next to them was a reminder that they weren’t alone. 

Tonight was a silent night.

Peter left at 3:09 am, knowing that May had an early shift and would walk in his room soon to check on him before she left.

He wished he hadn’t left at all.

The first sign that something was wrong was Peter’s phone going off at 8:57 am. Tony had never called him before at least 10:00.

As soon as he picked up the phone, Tony’s angry voice flooded through “You’re dead, Parker”

“Wha-” he knows I was there last night “Mr. Stark, I swear noth-” 

“No, don’t try and tell me that nothing happened. You two have been together for almost a year now and you’re teenagers. Just send her home.”

Peter’s heart stopped “What?”

“You heard me Parker, send her home. Happy is outside right now and-”

“Mr. Stark, (Y/n)’s not here, we were at the tower last night.”

Silence.

After what seemed like eternity, a small voice came through “What?”

“Is she not there? Where is she?”

The only response was a click signaling that he had hung up, and Peter began to worry more. He threw on his suit, left a note for May, and rushed to the tower as fast as he could. 

This had happened before. After Sokovia (Y/n) had a habit of disappearing for hours at a time to get away from things. Tony had worried every single time he couldn’t find her, but she would always walk back through the door.

But it had been years since that happened, and no one believed that that was the case this time.

When Peter arrived, the Avengers were all gathered in one room, and the expressions on their faces told Peter without words that something was really wrong. 

--

When (Y/n) woke up, she couldn’t see anything. The floor she was laying on was concrete, along with the walls, and her head hurt worse than it ever had before. Out of instinct, she reached to her wrist, but the red and gold bracelet wasn’t there.

She was about to call out for help when she heard two voices traveling up from the vent in the ground next to her.

She discovered it was two small to crawl through, and resorted to listening to whatever the voices had to say.

“You want to what? Recreate the Winter Soldier?”

“I found the super soldier serum. The only pack they didn’t use.”

“Who’s they? When did they not use it?”

“Hydra. Barnes wasn’t the only Winter Soldier. They had a few other people who were given the serum, but one of the subjects died before they gave it to him. So they just didn’t use it.”

“So, what’s the plan?”

“Like I said, we recreate the Winter Soldier. But this time we fix all the mistakes they made with Barnes. We do everything faster, bigger, better. She’ll be unstoppable.”

“You already have someone?”

“Stark’s daughter. Spider-Boy’s girlfriend. I recon it hits close to home. They won’t be able to fight her. None of those assholes will.”

“Isn’t she paralyzed from the waist down?”

“Don’t worry about that, the serum will take care of it.”

“You gonna give her the arm?”

“No shit, did you not see how well it served Barnes?”

“So if she has the same arm and the same serum, how is she going to be better than Barnes?”

“I found something, something powerful. She’ll be the strongest person anyone’s ever seen.”

“Well, what is it?”

There was a pause and (Y/n) assumed he was presenting the powerful tool they were discussing. She desperately wished she could see it, but the vent didn’t give her a view of the two people below her.

“That’s...That’s amazing. What is it?”

“I don’t know for sure. There’s no record of it anywhere, but it gives off a powerful feel.” another pause “So, you in?”

“Stark and his band of misfit toys is the reason my family is dead. We attack them first.”

“Of course”

“Then I’m in. So, what will we call her?”

”What month is it?”

”Early June.”

”The Summer Soldier.”

--

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“Alright everyone get in position. Clint and Natasha, you’re on the outside tables next door, Tony you’re on the roof across the street-”

“We know grandpa, we’ve been studying the plan for three whole days now, just focus and see if we can tap into the bug we put in (Y/n)’s purse. Everyone ready?”

A series of “yup” filled the earpieces each Avenger now wore, and Tony continued “Alright, turning on the sound in three, two-”

But they had no idea what was going on in the restaurant, and they had no idea that (Y/n) had found the bug. She had told Peter ahead of time and they were planning on playing a joke on the team before telling them to get lost while continuing their actual date.

“Okay, ready?” the two teenagers were sitting at a booth in the back of the Italian restaurant, purposely avoiding the unwanted crowd outside by being away from the window.

Peter nodded with a small smile on his face, he knew it was going to be hilarious, he just hoped Mr. Stark didn’t kill him before they had the chance to explain the fact that it was a joke.

Just then the red light appeared and the two knew the Avengers were officially listening in.

“I agree (Y/n), it was the right time to tell them we were dating.” Peter couldn’t keep the growing grin off his face “I mean, they would’ve found out eventually, but we made it longer than I thought.”

“Yeah, two years is a long time. But the fact that dad didn’t know I knew you helped. How else did he think I found out who Spider-Man was?”

Peter laughed, it wasn’t fake, it just wasn’t about what the listeners might think “True.” he stopped abruptly “But when are we gonna tell them about... you know?”

(Y/n) sighed “I think we work our way up to it, them learning that we’re dating is a good start. We can just build up to it.”

“Mr. Stark is going to kill me, guaranteed. Are you sure you don’t want to run away like we planned at first?”

“No, Pete. First of all, I’ll be there to protect you, and second, he won’t be so mad after a few days. He might just have to-” she paused “he might need some time to wrap his head around it, but after that, he’ll be really excited, I promise.”

(Y/n) smirked and Peter had to cover his mouth to keep from laughing. They knew the suspense was building outside.

“After all, the fact that he’s going to be a grandpa may be a little bit shocking at first.” she turned to Peter and mouthed ‘three, two, one’

Just then the door burst open, slamming into the wall behind it, and effectively scaring almost everyone in the restaurant. But the angry duo of Tony Stark and Steve Rogers didn’t seem to care. The Avengers that followed made sure to apologize to everyone on their way over to Peter and (Y/n)’s table. 

Tony was seething, and could barely get any words out as he marched over to the booth “Parker.”

The two had never seen such anger in a man’s eyes, but Peter, who had the silent encouragement from (Y/n), managed to not break character “Hey, Mr. Stark! What are you all doing here?”

“Oh don’t play innocent, I trusted you-”

“Dad, what on Earth are you talking about?” (Y/n) smiled as sweetly as she could.

“You know exactly what I’m talking about-”

“Sorry, dad, we don’t. Anyway-” she began to stand up, followed by Peter as they squeezed out of the booth and through the group surrounding them “we were just leaving to walk around Central Park, we’ll be back at the tower in an hour or two.”

She grabbed Peter’s hand and they waved at the confused super heroes, but before they left she stopped at the booth next to them that housed a young couple like them and made sure to speak loudly “Congrats on the baby, I really hope your dad comes around”

--

“That was awesome!” Peter and (Y/n) were using each other to stand up as they were laughing so hard, but they finally fell on the grass when they got to the park.

“Did you see his face?!” (Y/n) mimicked her dad’s voice as best she could “Parker”

Their laughs faded as they looked up at the stars, resting in a comfortable silence.

“So what would you want to name our kids if we did have one?” (Y/n) noticed how he said ‘our’ and smiled, but didn’t make a comment about it “I don’t know, I’d probably want to name them after my parents, the middle names at least.”

He nodded “I can see it now, Thor Anthony and Scarlet (M/n)”

“Okay, I love Thor and Wanda to death, but I am not naming my kids after them.” (Y/n) laughed “but their nurseries could have like lightning and red flames on the walls.”

“And we could get them Halloween costumes to match, but Scarlet would have to be Thor, and Thor would have to be Scarlet Witch.”

“Agreed”

--

When (Y/n) walked in the tower, she had a small grin on her face, telling everyone that she clearly had a great time.

As she saw the Avengers waiting on the couch though, she couldn’t help but laugh.

“(Y/n) (M/n) Stark, you have some explaining to do.” her father wore a serious expression, but (Y/n) didn’t feel bad at all.

“I will explain how all of that was a joke after you all explain why you were spying on my date.” and with that, she left to her room, her mind on when they would have another.

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After everything in Washington D.C. the entire school was on a Spider-Man high, and Peter was in a non-stop good mood ever since the “spider mania” started to sweep the halls.

“Dude, dude, dude, dude” Peter turned around to Ned and (Y/n) running up to him, and at the sight of her in a Spider-Man pun t-shirt, his heart skipped a beat “What is it like being famous when nobody knows it’s you?”

“Crazy, dude”

“It’s crazy” Ned nodded, not oblivious to the fact that Peter was still stealing glances at (Y/n).

“This is so cool, Pete!” (Y/n) seemed more excited than Peter, if that was possible “I’ve seen at least six lockers that are completely painted red and blue”

“Should we tell anyone?”

Both (Y/n) and Peter quickly turned to Ned with quick answers “No”

“Should I tell anyone?”

Peter shook his head “No, dude. That’s not a good idea”

“Yeah, you don’t want that, trust me” (Y/n) looked down at her watch and started to walk away “I’ve got class at the other side of the building, so I’ve got to go. See you two later.”

Both friends waved as she left, then Ned turned back to Peter “Okay, come on, we’ll be late to class” Ned pointed down the opposite hallway as he began to head that way.

“I’m not going to class”

Ned stopped and turned to look at him “You’re already in so much trouble for ditching the decathlon”

“Dude, listen, I figured it out. The wingsuit guy is stealing from Damage Control. What he takes from Damage Control” he paused as someone walked by “That’s how he builds the weapons. So all I gotta do is catch him.”

“But we have a Spanish quiz”

“Ned I’m probably never gonna come back here. Mr. Stark is moving the Avengers upstate, so, when I bring this guy in-”

Ned stopped him “Dude! You wanna be a high school drop out?”

Peter began walking backwards towards the door “I am so far beyond high school right now”

He was stopped by the principal, who was standing right by the door Peter was heading to “Parker, my office.”

--

When (Y/n) back to the tower she had to make her way around the boxes that were scattered on every floor. Most of the stuff had already been moved, but things that were used daily were still being packed.

She found her father in one of his labs, he seemed to be debating something and jumped a little as he noticed she was walking in. “Hey (N/n)”

“Hey Dad. What’s going on?”

“Just trying to decide if I should congratulate Peter on what happened in D.C.” 

“You should” (Y/n) sat down at one of his desks “It would mean a lot to him”

Tony nodded “Got it, listen, I have to be somewhere in like 15 minutes, I’ll call him on the way. See you in an hour, and please don’t burn the tower down, we just sold it.”

(Y/n) only nodded as she studied one of the blueprints in front of her.

--

(Y/n) was in the kitchen when Tony came home, two hours later than he said he would be, gripping some red and blue material with white knuckles. The look on his face told her that something was wrong.

“Dad? What is it?”

He held up the hand that was holding the suit, Peter’s suit “I told him not to, the one thing I asked him. God damnit, Parker.”

She watched as he walked off, leaving her with a lack of explanation, but she knew where she had to go. So she grabbed her jacket that she had thrown on the chair next to her and walked out the front door.

It wasn’t far from where she entered Queens to Peter’s apartment, so she was soon knocking on his front door. 

It was a brunette with a kind smile who opened the door, and as soon as she did, her eyes widened “You’re (Y/n)! Oh, Peter’s told me all about you!”

(Y/n) blushed “And you must be May”

She opened the door and let (Y/n) in “Peter’s in his room, he’ll be glad you’re here.”

“Thank you” (Y/n) smiled and began making her way to the bedroom May was pointing to. 

As she opened the door she noticed all the Star Wars posters and Lego sets and smiled, but that went away as soon as she heard crying.

She walked over and sat on the bed next to Peter, who hadn’t noticed her come in and looked at her in surprise “(Y/n)?”

“Hey, Pete”

He used his sleeve to quickly wipe his tears “W-what are you doing here?”

“Dad walked in with your suit, I figured you might need someone right now.”

He nodded and another tear fell and despite his attempts to hide it (Y/n) saw and pulled him into a hug, letting him cry on her shoulder.

Peter began to look up “Thank-” he stopped as he saw how close they were.

His eyes looked in hers, then travelled down before shooting back up to her eyes, and before he knew it his lips were on hers.

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When Peter heard that (Y/n) wasn’t able make it to school the next day, it immediately ruined his mood. He turned thankful, however, when he had to explain to Ned when he found the “glowy thingy” and his friend freaked out when he revealed that it happened after his walk, alone, with (Y/n). The fact that she wasn’t around when the guys who tried to kill him showed up, was an added bonus.

He didn’t want to put her in any danger, especially when she no longer had the means to defend herself. He knew it was stupid trying to protect Iron Man’s daughter, a former Avenger, but something in him still wanted to.

Tagging the guys had been easy, but waiting for them to stop somewhere, which ended up being Maryland, was making him impatient. His mind wondered to (Y/n), he wanted to know how she was doing, what she was doing, if she was thinking about him. Of course she wasn’t, he knew that, but he could hope that her mind was on him the same way she was on his. 

Before he met her, he always thought she was cool, the daughter of Tony Stark who could’ve used her last name to her advantage but never did, the youngest Avenger who managed to earn the respect of everyone she worked with, the one who could have been killed at any moment but continued to do what she did until she couldn’t anymore. He admired and looked up to her. 

But when he did meet her, he discovered that she was more amazing than he imagined, and she became less of a celebrity crush and more of a real one. He knew Mr. Stark would probably kill him, but it wasn’t something he could help-

“-ter. Peter!”

“Wha- Yeah?” 

Ned looked at an upside down Peter Parker from where he was sitting on the bed “You zoned out. Thinking about (Y/n) again?”

Peter turned red, and it wasn’t because of the blood rushing to his face from the time spent in his position “I wasn’t thinking about (Y/n)”

Ned threw a look that read ‘sure’ “You should just ask her out, I’m sure she’d say yes.”

“And be not only mortified when she says ‘no’ but murdered by Mr. Stark too? No thanks”

When the tracker did stop, finally, the two determined that if Peter went to Washington D.C. with the Academic Decathlon team, then he would be able to make it to Maryland, and find the guys who were selling the weapons.

So the next day he packed all he needed into a backpack, and hurried to catch the bus before it left. 

--

When he found the van that held the people he’d been tracking, Peter had thought that everything was going according to plan. A feeling that quickly changed when we woke up in the most secure facility on the eastern seaboard. 

When “suit lady” told him that the door would most likely remain closed until morning, Peter had to think of ways to pass the time. This included making a hammock out of his webs.

“Hey suit lady, I kind of feel bad calling you ‘suit lady,’ you know? I think I should probably give you a name. Like (Y/n). No, no, no. God that’s- that’s weird. What about Karen?”

Then he began swinging from webs like they were vines in a jungle, and after that, hanging upside down while reading his textbook, then soon running the refresher course that was desperately needed.

“Should I tell (Y/n) that I like her?”

“Who is (Y/n)?” Karen, who was almost designed by the person mentioned, had no idea who Peter was talking about, and despite being an AI, wanted to help.

A light smile grew on his face “Who’s (Y/n)? She’s- She’s the best. She’s awesome. She, uh, she’s Mr. Stark’s daughter, but now she goes to my school. And, uh, yeah I just- I really wanna tell her, but it’s kinda hard, ya know? ‘Hey I really like you’”

“What’s hard about that?”

“What if she like someone better, someone like Tony Stark? That’s a weird example. He’s her dad. Forget I said that. But imagine how disappointed she’d be when she sees that I’m into her, and not someone else.”

“Well, if I were her, I wouldn’t be disappointed at all.”

“Thanks, Karen. It’s really nice to have somebody to talk to. Hey, how long we been here anyways?”

“Thirty-seven minutes.”

“What?!”

--

When (Y/n) heard about the incident in Washington D.C., the first thing she did was panic. Was Peter okay? The news didn’t cover that, only that a group from Midtown almost died in the elevator of the Washington Monument, and that their hero was Spider-Man.

She wanted to call him, to make sure he was okay, but she didn’t have his number and knew it would be creepy if she got it from her dad’s systems. So she suffered through the time it took for the group to get back.

She couldn’t help but notice the butterflies she felt when she thought about him, or the way she would see him smile and her heart would soar. She knew how she felt, and accepted her feelings. She was only worried that he wouldn’t want someone like her, damaged, known, and with tendencies to not care about herself. She also feared that even if he did feel the same way about her, that a relationship would be impossible because of her dad.

--

Before May could run over to Peter, he was first tackled by (Y/n), who had been waiting in the parking lot for an hour for the bus to show up. 

“You’re an idiot” she mumbled against his sweatshirt.

He smiled as he wrapped his arms around her, a warm feeling settling in his stomach, “I know”

She pulled away “I thought you got hurt going through that window, and you were so high up-”

“Hey” he stopped her rant “I’m okay”

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(Y/n) had no idea what to expect. In fact, she also had no idea where Peter was, which led to her strolling the streets of the neighborhood and some near it for what felt like hours until she saw what looked like a parachute fall from the sky near her.

Cursing her inability to run, she hobbled along as fast as she could, resulting in her being just late enough to see one of her dad’s suits flying away and a shivering Peter Parker jump off the jungle gym.

“Oh, thank god. I thought something bad happened, even Ned was worried-” Peter jumped, eye’s wide as he saw (Y/n) walking closer to him, he realized that he had the suit on without a mask “I already know you’re Spider-Man, Pete, relax. Sorry about what happened in Germany, by the way. I hope that thing didn’t hurt.”  

A hint of red creeped up his neck at the nickname “Oh, I-it didn’t, that’s okay. H-how did you k-know I’m Spider-Man?”

She smiled, now standing next to him “Well, a few months ago dad came up to me and asked me to find out who the famous Spider-Man was. How did you think he knew who to go to before the fight in the airport?”

“He said Spider-Man?” 

“Well, back then he didn’t know you were 15 years old”

“How did you know it was me?” They were walking away from the park now.

“I just looked at the times Spider-Man showed up, which happened to be about 10 minutes after the Midtown bell rang for the end of the day. So I checked the schedules of any possible student, and you dropped a lot of classes in the few weeks before Spider-Man started showing up. There were other factors too, it wasn’t that hard to figure out.” 

He stared at her in awe “O-oh, okay, wow.”

She laughed at his stunned face “Don’t worry, I don’t think anyone else will figure it out.”

He chuckled, glancing at his feet, then his gaze shifted to his left “I’m sorry i-if this is t-to personal, but, what’s on your legs?”

She to looked down, before her head popped back up “Oh, well, back in Germany I was flying after Rhodey, and he got shot at, but it ended up hitting me. I, uh, I fell, and the only thing I remember happening after that is waking up in the hospital being told I’m paralyzed. Dad made these, they help me walk, but they’re still a work in progress.” 

“I’m so sorry”

“It’s okay, worse things could’ve happened, ya know. Besides, they kept me out of prison.”

His head shot up and looked at her “You were going to go to prison?”

“Everyone else did, granted, they all escaped, but they were still there. Dad fought Ross tooth and nail to keep me out ‘until the doctors clear her.’” she air quoted “But he somehow found a way to get me into school rather than the middle of the ocean even after I was out of the hospital, so I’m thankful for that.”

“Well, I’m glad too”

She smiled “Thanks Pete. Oh, by the way, Flash thinks that we’re best friends, it’s a long story”

“It doesn’t have to be a lie” they passed a blue house before turning another corner “I-I mean, we can be friends.”

“Well then, bestie, we should probably learn more about each other, so, what’s your favorite color?”

“Now you’re getting deep”

She smacked his arm “We’re starting off small, smartass.”

“Okay, okay” he held his arms up in surrender “My favorite color is (f/c)”

And excited smile grew on her face “Mine too!”

He shook his head as he laughed “Okay, what do you want to be when you grow up?”

“A few years ago I wanted to be a teacher. Now I just want to help people, maybe be an Avenger when all this drama clears up. Either that or I want to travel, backpack Europe or something like that. What about you?”

“Being an Avenger sounds pretty cool. That’s what I’m focused on right now.”

“What’s your biggest secret?”

He laughed “So much for starting off small, and you already know it. It’s only fair that I know yours”

“Okay, ready?”

He nodded.

She leaned in and whispered in his ear “I am secretly the daughter of Tony Stark, and I live on the forty-third story of the tower.”

He pretended to be surprised “OMG really!?”

“I know, it’s shocking”

He laughed, shaking his head “Ok, if you’re not going to answer that, then-” he thought for a moment “What’s your biggest fear?”

She looked up at the stars that filled the night sky “Probably dying. Not when I’m old and I’ve lived a good life, but like dying young. Before I can travel, or change someone’s life, or fall in love, ya know?”

He thought about May, Ned, everything he wanted to do, and even the girl next to him, who he had admired for so long and was now realizing that the way he pictured her would never do her justice. “Yeah, I know exactly what you mean”

Her watch beeped, and she groaned as she read the message “Well, Happy is looking for me.”

He inwardly cursed, not wanting their time to be over, but he supposed it would happen eventually. “Okay, I’ve got to get back home anyway, May’s probably worried sick”

“See you later then, Parker.”

“See you, Stark”

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Peter harbored a love for many songs and movies, but he, unlike several others, didn’t obsess over who sang or acted in them. There was one exception. (Y/n) (L/n).

He had watched almost every single interview she had done, his recommendations page on YouTube was filled with them. All her movies were in DVDs on his shelf, not that he needed to watch them again, he knew every line.

Ned laughed every time the teen’s celebrity crush would be mentioned, he found it hilarious how Peter’s head would shoot up. Or how when they would pass a magazine stand and see her on several covers, he would pause and stare. When they would have a debate on which movie they should watch, hers were always mentioned first. And if her new movie came out, they were the first ones in line to get tickets. Chances are, they would be back to watch it again many times before it came out on DVD.

Ned always told Peter that he was obsessed, but Peter would just decline that fact, normally stuttering in the process. 

Ned had come over to Peter’s apartment to finish the Death Star after it had been dropped for the third time (Peter claimed it wasn’t him. It was.)

He walked up the stairs just in time to see May running down them. She stopped just in time to send him a smile “Hey, Ned. Sorry, I’m late to work. Peter’s just upstairs, and there’s a lasagna in the oven.”

“Thanks, May”

When he walked in, he saw Peter sitting at the couch with the TV on as he was scrolling through channels.

“Watcha doing?”

“(Y/n) (L/n) is doing Carpool Karaoke with James Corden and it’s on right now”

Ned laughed again, walking over and setting the Death Star and it’s pieces on the rug in front of the couch before sitting down himself.

Peter got to the right channel just in time to see (Y/n) get in the car and James greet her “Thank you so much for helping me get to work, I got lost for some reason”

She was wearing her signature jean jacket “Not a problem, James” 

Peter felt butterflies flood through him.

“So I know you’re not a singer, but I heard you have a really good voice”

(Y/n) laughed again “Who told you that?”

James turned the wheel as the car went to another street “I’ll give you a hint, if we can turn on the radio and listen to a few songs”

She nodded “Oh course”

James reached toward the car’s radio and the first few notes of Shawn Mendes’ song Mercy began playing.

“Of course Shawn told you. But he doesn’t know what he’s talking about.” (Y/n) chuckled and rolled her eyes jokingly at the one she called her best friend, despite the age difference and opposite professions. 

“You’ve got a hold on me, don’t even know your power”

Peter stared wide-eyed at the screen, mimicking James’ reaction, as the girl sang along. 

“Damn” Ned took the words right out of his mouth “She can sing”

The song continued, and Peter remained speechless as she perfectly hit every note.

“Oh I’m begging you, I’m begging you, yeah”

The radio went off, and James looked over at her “I’d say Shawn does know what he’s talking about”

(Y/n) laughed, suddenly a bit shy at the complement “Thank you”

“The last time Shawn was here, he said that you would not buy a pair of Justin Bieber’s underpants”

“I don’t think I’d buy anyone’s underpants. Maybe Halsey’s.”

He looked over “How much would you pay for her underpants?”

“I’d probably go broke”

He coughed with laughter before the next scene came on, the first notes of Panic! At The Disco’s Dying In LA played.

(Y/n) jumped in excitement “I seriously cannot stop listening to this album”

“The moment you arrived, they built you up

The sun was in your eyes

You couldn’t believe it”

Peter continued to be shocked at how amazingly she sang the song, and how beautiful she looked while doing it.

“Oh the power, the power, the power, of LA”

“So you have an apartment in Manhattan now?”

“Yeah, a lot of future filming, which I can’t say anything about yet, is happening there, and I love the city, so I just decided to look around at apartments for a bit. Then I found one I liked, and the next thing I know, I’m living in New York”

Peter gasped and turned to Ned “Dude she lives-”

“I will not allow you to go stalk her now”

Peter rolled his eyes “I wouldn’t do that” he noticed Ned’s ‘really’ expression “I wouldn’t!”

The car turned again “So you do your own cleaning and laundry and stuff like that then?”

“Yeah, sometimes I have to go up to Toronto to help Shawn with his”

James threw his head back in laughter “Does he pay you to do that?”

“If he did, I might be able to afford Halsey’s underpants” 

The interview continued on, and Peter loved every minute if it. He loved her sense of humor, her voice, her incredible acting abilities, how she never failed to compliment others. He loved everything about her.

As soon as it was finished, Ned didn’t hesitate to remind him of what they were supposed to be doing “Alright, stop drooling. Let’s get this Death Star finished.”

--

Every movie has an intense scene, without fail. These always take the longest to film, and they’re the ones actors are the most nervous to pull off. (Y/n)’s nerves jump through the roof every time, no matter how many times she’s done them in the past.

But the scene that was supposed to be filmed today was cancelled due to one of the main characters being sick and unable to show up, much to (Y/n)’s disappointment. She was prepared to get it over with and expected to leave the studio with it done. But now she would have to worry about it for the next two days.

Her older brother was supposed to come pick her up after both of their jobs had ended for the day, so they could go out to dinner, but that was hours away now and she had no where to go until then.

So she walked out of the studio, baseball cap and sunglasses on, after deciding to spend her day shopping. The problem was, she’d have to walk there, and she gave her security guard the day off because she thought she’d be busy until late that night.

Shrugging, she decided to go anyway, only hoping that no one recognized her.

She managed to avoid the busy streets, taking back ways instead. She loved to look at the view of all the New York buildings without being bothered. She loved her fans to death, but everyone needs space.

That’s when she something cold and hard being pressed against her temple.

“Don’t scream” the voice said “I’ll shoot, I swear”

She was frozen in fear, not knowing what this guy would do, and the absence of people in the street meant no one to help her. 

“W-what do you want?”

“All the cash you’ve got. Based on those Maui Jim sunglasses, I know you’re loaded.”

She internally sighed in relief, money wasn’t something she was to worried about giving up. He could have done so much worse to her. She began reaching for her purse before she heard someone yell from behind her.

“Hey! Get away from her!”

Something white and sticky yanked the gun from away from her head, and then stuck the man to a building.

(Y/n) turned around to see someone in a skintight red and blue suit, and she was about to thank him when he grabbed her by the waist and brought her to the top of a nearby apartment building.

--

Peter immediately turned to the girl, whose face was still covered by her sunglasses and a baseball hat “Are you okay? Did he hurt you?”

Instead of answering, she threw her arms around the stranger “Thank you so much”

“Oh, I-it wasn't a problem”

She pulled away and looked over the edge “The view is amazing up here. I bet it’s cool to be able to see it whenever you want”

“Y-yeah, it is” he still didn’t know who this person was. He swore the jean jacket she was wearing looked familiar, along with her voice “What’s your name?”

She was quick to respond “I’ll tell you mine if you’ll tell me yours”

Peter froze, that was never a response he had gotten before. Normally people jumped at the chance to tell Spider-Man who they were.

She laughed, finally turning around again, “I’m just kidding” 

She took of her hat, then her sunglasses, and Peter’s body frozen again. His mouth fell open and his eyes, along with the ones on his suit, went wide. “Y-y-you’re-”

“(Y/n)” she smiled “Yeah. I didn’t know my favorite superhero knew my name”

“I-I-I’m your f-favorite s-s-superhero?” Peter cursed himself for being a stuttering mess, but she was even more beautiful in person.

She laughed at his nervousness “Yeah, you are.” then she looked at her watch, which Peter knew was probably worth more than his entire apartment “Tell you what, I have to go, but how about we meet up again tomorrow?”

“Yeah! O-of course!” 

“Great, I’ll see you then, Spidey”

It had been two months since (Y/n)’s accident, and the same amount of time since Tony told her she could go to a normal high school. Secretary Ross, however, wasn’t about to let her walk free out of the tower she had been locked in for the past two months.

(Y/n) had gotten used to overhearing the arguments between her dad and the Secretary of State, and they all consisted of the same thing. Just like today’s. 

She was currently hiding in the kitchen, wishing she had her suit to spy on the conversation a few floors below her. But since Ross controlled what she could and could not have access to, that wasn't a luxury she had at the moment. 

Her wrist felt empty without the red and gold bracelet she had worn since she got it.

Even without her tech, (Y/n) figured out that the vent in the kitchen allowed you to perfectly hear whatever was going on in the living room that sat directly below it. It was total a coincidence that Tony met Ross in the same room every time.

“Look, Ross, she’s a kid-”

“I don’t care how old she is, Stark! She broke the law, that’s that. Doctors have cleared her, and it’s time to-”

“Shouldn’t you be focusing on the fact that you have no idea where the others are? Didn’t they all bust out? And besides, yes, the doctors have cleared her, but she still can’t walk! Not without help. All I’m asking is for you to just let her be normal and get away from all this Avenger stuff. She can’t fight anymore anyways.”

(Y/n) heard a deep sigh “Fine, she can go to school. But, we’ll be keeping a close eye on her, and the minute anything bad happens, we will send her straight to prison.”

(Y/n) couldn't help the smile that spread on her face, and it wouldn’t disappear for the next few days.

Tony walked up the stairs to see his daughter standing there looking as excited as ever, and threw his arms around her.

“I take it you heard that”

“Of course”

--

Peter Parker was doing sit-ups on an old gym mat as his best friend Ned wouldn’t stop asking him questions about his alter ego, Spider-Man, and even some about the Avengers.

Peter didn’t answer any of the questions, only telling him to be quiet so no one else heard. Then Ned started talking about being Peter’s “guy-in-the-chair.”

That’s when they heard Liz Allen’s conversation with her friends as the girl admitted she had a crush on Spider-Man. 

Ned couldn’t help it as he blurted out “Peter knows Spider-Man!”

The whole gym went silent and everyone stared as Peter looked at Ned, giving him a “what the fuck” look, and jumped to his feet to explain. “Uh, no, I don’t. I-I-I mean...”

“They’re friends” Ned went on “And (Y/n) Stark too.”

The gym went, if possible, more silent, and Peter’s neck became pink as he glared at his friend once more. No one could believe the (Y/n) Stark part. 

For one, she was one of the most famous teenagers in the world. How can you not be with a last name like Stark and the Avenger status? 

Second of all, no one had heard anything about her in the past few months, they hadn’t even seen her walking around the city. Most people assumed she had died in the famous fight at the airport. Others said that they would know if she was dead, and that she was probably locked up with the other Avengers who were also on Cap’s side.

Flash jumped down from the rope he was climbing “Yeah, like coach Wilson and Captain America are friends.”

“I-I-I've met them, yeah, couple times, but it’s um, through the Stark Internship.” he glanced back at his friend “Yeah, I’m not really supposed to talk about it.”

Flash kept walking toward Peter “Well, that’s awesome. Hey, you know what? Maybe you should invite them to Liz’s party.”

Peter looked at Liz as she nodded her head “Yeah, um, I’m having people over tonight, you’re more than welcome to come.”

“Y-you’re having a party?”

“Yeah, it’s gonna be dope” Flash answered for her “You should totally invite your personal friend, Spider-Man. And maybe (Y/n) Stark if she’s willing to be around you.”

“Well, party sounds fun, so thanks for the invite. I’ll be there. But based on how you seem to treat people, I’m going to guess that you’re the one no one is willing to be around.”

No one had noticed the door open, and no one had noticed someone walk in. But now, everyone looked in the direction of the voice, and saw none other than (Y/n) Stark standing there, looking like she normally did, aside from the metal cast-looking things on her legs that appeared to be helping her walk. 

“Oh my God” came a kid who was standing on the opposite side of the room, who no one turned to look at because their attention was still on the girl in front of them.

“Nice guess, but I’m just (Y/n)”

--

Tony was not jumping at the chance to let his daughter go to a high school party. He had been there once, he knew what happened, and he didn’t want her having any part in it. But, he promised her a somewhat normal, high school life. Parties were part of it.

So he gave the job of driving her to Happy, and watched the black car with tinted windows drive out to the streets of Manhattan, before he got on his plane and took off to another country.

--

When (Y/n) got to the party, she took a second to look around before stepping out of the car and slowly making her way up the steps. As she opened the front door, she watched as all faces turned to her, most with expressions of pure shock.

She was used to this, and it was easy to ignore, so she smiled at the people she passed by, and tried to find the one person she knew. Peter Parker.

As she was looking around, she unfortunately passed the DJ, who she didn’t see was Flash Thompson.

“Well, hello there. I didn’t think you’d show up, but I’m glad you did.” he had a flirty look on his face, but (Y/n) just responded with her own look of disgust. She could tell that Flash bullied Peter, and decided to take her chance.

“Well, Peter’s my best friend and he said it would be fun. I’m here for him. Now, if you’ll excuse me...” she saw his shocked face and pushed past him, not finishing her sentence, and continued look for Peter.

That’s when she saw Ned, who she hadn’t known about until recently, but he was Peter’s best friend.

“Hey, Ned”

His eyes grew wide “H-Hey, (Y/n)”

She gave him a warm smile “I like your hat”

“Thanks!” he seemed super excited, but then his expression grew more serious “Do you know where Peter is?”

“I was about to ask you that same question”

“He went out to-” Ned stopped short, not wanting to tell what Peter was actually going to do “Well, I don’t really know, but he didn’t come back. I’ve been calling him, but he isn’t answering.”

Now she was worried “Thanks Ned. I’m gonna go look for him.”

He nodded, and before she knew it she was out the door and walking down the street, out of the neighborhood. 

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