Summary: Tony Stark‘s daughter goes to Midtown High and needs tutoring since her grades have been dropping. Luckily, her father knows a guy who is on top of his classes.
Monday, Tony Stark has received a call from his daughter‘s teachers, informing him about her dropping grades. To say that he expected better from her at a science-focused school doesn‘t grasp the feeling of seeing his daughter fail.
“FRIDAY, tell Y/N to come into my lab,“ the billionaire demands from his AI system, taking off his glasses to rub the bridge of his nose.
After a few minutes, Y/N arrives in a calm mood. She doesn‘t know what this will be about but her father has never really been stern with her in the past years. Much different to her first 10 years on earth.
"Yes, dad? FRIDAY told me you expect me?“ Y/N tilts her head.
Tony nods his head with a heavy sigh, "Your grades aren‘t what I expected.“
Oh. Oh. That‘s what this is about. Biting her lips nervously, she nods in admission, "Yes.. I‘m sorry. It‘s been quite hard to understa-"
"I know a tutor for you and I will arrange a date for it.“ Tony says with a stern tone.
Y/N‘s eyes go wide, immediately thinking of those old professors he had hired to teach her back in elementary school.
"That.. that won‘t be necessary, dad. I will just put in more hours and bam! I‘m back on solid ground,“ Y/N tries to persuade him with fake confidence.
Nevertheless, her father shakes his head, "No. This is final.“ He picks up on her salty mood and perks up with some joking, "You know.. he‘s almost as smart as your old man. Not as handsome or suave as me but.. smart.“
His daughter rolls her eyes and giggles a little, "Fine, dad. I‘ll give it a try. But if it‘s some old man who‘s one step away from falling into his grave, I will demand a compensation.“
Tony laughs with humor, "That‘s my daughter!“
What she didn‘t expect was for her father‘s intern and her classmate, Peter Parker, to be sitting in the living room the next day. Poor guy looks like he‘ll faint to his death any second as his nerves consume him.
"Uhm, Peter? What are you doing here?“ She asks, trying not to startle him as he sat with his back to her.
Her effort was no use as he jumps up like an overly anxious puppy. "I‘m, I‘m here to tutor you! In, uhm, Physics and Chemistry,“ Peter tries to explain with a nervous smile.
Y/N blinks a couple times, "Wait, you??“
Peter‘s eyes widen as he stammers, "Y-yes, me. I‘m sorry. You probably expected some tall, handsome guy with guns as arms-"
She shakes her head immediately, "No.. I thought you‘d be some old geese.“
The boy diverts his gaze now, confused. So, she‘s into old men? Wait.. like Captain America?? Oh no, compared to this muscular man he has no chance. "So, uhm, want to sit down?“
He immediately cringes. It‘s her home, why is he asking her to sit down like she‘s a guest?
She smiles softly, walking over to sit down next to him. Closer than he expected. He feels the heat rush to his cheek, "Woah, uhm, hot in here.. No?“
Y/N furrows her eyebrows, "Yeah? The A/C is turned on.. Should I put it higher?“
"NO!“ He blurts out before trying again, "I.. I mean, I‘m sure it‘s the ideal temperature for you. So, uh, you shouldn‘t change it just for me.“
"It‘d be no problem, really-" She stands up to get to the A/C controls. Before she can, Peter grabs her wrist gently but in panic, "No. No, really. It‘s fine.“
She looks at him with furrowed eyes before nodding softly. "Alright, should we start with Physics?“ she asks Peter who just nods with reddened cheeks.
Their studying session lasts about two hours. All the while, Peter has stolen occasional glances at her, solely for the purpose of admiration. If her father would see him, he‘s sure he would be chased around by intimidating Iron Man armor.
Finally, she lets out a yawn, "Mh, think I‘m squeezed out of energy. Nothing will stick in my brain anymore anyway. Want me to order some pizza?“
Wordlessly, the boy next to her nods, not daring to look at her. She doesn‘t notice his nervousness as she takes out her phone built by her own father.
When Y/N gets up to accept the pizza, Peter takes out his own phone and quickly texts his best friend Ned.
Peter: »NED, I AM MAKING MYSELF INTO A COMPLETE IDIOT NEXT TO Y/N!!!! S.O.S«
Ned: »Dude, when are you not? Remember when you drooled at the sight of her in school just for her to walk right past you?«
Peter: »Little more support here, okay? I will get closer to her today. I am sure.«
Peter immediately removes his device when Y/N re-enters the room, trying to act cool.
Casually, Peter tries to start a conversation, "So.. Which Avenger interests you the most?“
Y/N thinks for a second as she puts the carton boxes the right way, "I would probably say Spider-Man. Based on the fact that I already know every Avenger besides him. His mystery identity makes everyone crazy, isn‘t it?“
Immediately, Peter‘s face lights up, "He is? Well, uhm..“ Peter thinks for a second, remembering that she is literally the daughter of the man who built his suit. "Lucky day for you then because.. because.. I am Spider-Man!“
She freezes, looking at him in silence. Peter silently shrinks into himself, thinking that she‘s probably disappointed that it‘s him and not some cool, buff man.
Then, her face changes in pure joy, "Oh my God, yes! Finally someone MY age around. Most of the people here at least double my age.“
A smile creeps onto the young man‘s face, "So, you‘re not.. disappointed?“
"Disappointed? Oh, no. Never. We will have to spend more time together!“
Now, it‘s Peter‘s turn to freeze up. He thinks of the future moments where they‘ll laugh, tease and possibly.. confess their attraction. If she has any towards him.
The next months, Peter and Y/N have spent almost every waking hour together and with that, their ever-growing attraction turned into love. Neither of them have the guts to confess, though.
However, today is the day, Y/N decides. When Peter comes over for tutoring, she will make her move. Time to let the Stark‘s genes show-
"Let‘s take this into my room?" Y/N asks Peter before stopping herself, blushing at the way this sounds. So much for Stark genes. "Not, not like this! I just… I just thought it would be quieter there?“
Peter stammers, a red mess, "Yes.. Yes, sure. I would love to- Uh. You know. Be in a quieter space with you. Not that I have any incentive- I‘ll just be quiet.“
Y/N can‘t keep herself from giggling slightly, finding his stuttering and fumbling cute. Hurriedly, she takes his hand and leads him to her room where they both sit down on her bed.
Peter, still flushed from this whole conversation, starts taking out his Physics book. Gently, Y/N stops him with a soft hand on his. "We won‘t need this today.“
"O-Oh? Why..?“ the brunette forces himself to say.
Y/N starts by taking both of his sweaty hands into her own surprisingly calm ones, "Peter..? I think.. No. I know that I like you. More than just friends.“
Not believing his own ears, Peter‘s eyes nearly bulge out of his head, "Me? But why me? You could have any muscular brude in the whole wide wor-"
She stops him from rambling by connecting their lips with a soft smack. One hand in the nape of his neck, the other on his cheek. For a second, Peter doesn‘t know what to do. After realizing what‘s happening, he quickly melts and barely responds. He‘s completely putty.
Not feeling any response, Y/N slowly pulls back. "Didn‘t.. didn‘t you like it?“
His jaw drops audibly. "Not like it? That was the most perfect moment in my whole life! I- Can we do this again?“ He pouts with big, brown puppy eyes.
She awes before cupping his face, "Of course, cutie.“ She presses her lips against his once again, gently guiding his hands onto her waist.
They continue kissing like this for a while, until suddenly her father storms in with an angry face. "PARKER!"
Peter freezes before scrambling to his feet. He quickly kisses her forehead and mutters, "If I don‘t make it out alive, just know that my last dream consisted of us marrying- AH!"
The young man screeches when the arm of Iron Man‘s suit flies into his direction at full-speed. Quickly, he runs out of the room with none other than Tony Stark following him.
THAT WAS IT!! MY FIRST IMAGINE/ONE SHOT! Tell me your opinion and what you thought about it in the comments! Should I start a taglist? Thank you so much for reading xx Requests are very much welcome!
