The only alone time you ever got was at school, and even then you weren’t alone with the thousands of students and hundreds of staff.

When you did hangout one on one, it had to be monitored, either by F.R.I.D.A.Y. or another member of the team.

You preferred F.R.I.D.A.Y. because it was far less embarrassing and you could be alone in your room, but the door had to be open. She’d warn you guys to keep space between you when you’d lay in your bed, watching a movie. As soon as Peter’s arm even dared to wrap around you, she’d beep and tell him to remove his arm or else lethal action would be taken.

Peter would pull his lips into a tight line and cross his arms over his chest with a huff, no longer even interested in the movie on the laptop.

Out of all the babysitters who’d been tasked to watch the two of you, you and Peter learned who you liked best and who you despised the most.

You both mostly liked it when Natasha was in charge of watching you.

She’d let you both go into your room with the door shut because truth be told, she didn’t care.

On one occasion, however, she was banned from ever watching you two again.

The door to your bedroom was shut, the first rule already broken. Music played softly from behind the door and Natasha was sitting in the living room, legs kicked up on the coffee table, book in hand.

She checked her watch, noting that there was about another hour before Tony got back.

Unfortunately for her, you, and Peter, he was coming back earlier.

In your room, Peter sat at your desk, fixing his web shooters as you sat on your bed finishing up some homework.

Peter called you over to get your opinion on the altered design. You shot out of the bed and walked over, leaning against the desk beside him as he explained it.

You smiled. “Web grenades,” you said in awe. “That’s super cool, Peter.”

Peter’s face warmed up. “You think so?”

You nodded. “Yeah.”

The room went quiet, the only sound being the music.

Peter slowly leaned in as did you. Your eyes fluttered shut, nose brushing against the tip of his when-

“Parker! Out! Now!”

Peter jumped back, the desk chair falling from beneath him. He hit the floor with a loud thud, panic racing through his body.

Your eyes widened, seeing your dad in the doorway who looked like he was about five seconds away from shooting him with his repulsor.

“Mr. Stark! I-”

“Save it,” Tony lectured. “Get up and get out of here.”

Peter almost tripped trying to stand up. He grabbed his stuff and tugged his shoes on, the laces untied. He was about to leave, but stopped.

He raced over to you. “Bye! See you tomorrow!” He pecked your cheek, earning him a near death sentence.

“Oh, you little shit!” Tony yelled. “I swear, I’m gonna-!”

Peter yelped, racing out the door where you found Natasha giving you an apologetic look.

After Natasha got fired from babysitting duties, she was replaced mostly by Bruce who still gave you and Peter space, but ensured there were still boundaries that Tony wanted.

You were no longer allowed to have the boy in your room, but Bruce allowed it, so long as the door was open.

He’d swing by and check in on you both every once in a while, asking if either of you were hungry or needed anything.

The first time he babysat you both, he came by to check in on you and found you both sitting on the floor going through Peter’s comics.

Peter was flipping through one, yapping your ear off about it as you rested your head on his shoulder.

Bruce stood in the doorway for a moment, a small smile on his lips. He cleared his throat and immediately you both jumped back, pretending that you weren’t so close.

“Don’t worry,” Bruce said. “You don’t have to worry about me telling Stark,” he laughed. “I was just going to order a pizza. What kind do you kids want?”

And that was the moment you two started to prefer it when Bruce was on patrol.

Then, there was the worst of the worst.

Sam and Bucky.

The first time you realized they were the ones on watch for the day, you told Peter to just not come over.

He insisted on coming over because he wanted to ‘spend time with his girlfriend’, which he unfortunately ended up regretting.

For starters, they heavily enforced the rules. You and Peter weren’t allowed in your room under any circumstances.

You had to sit on the couch, at least two cushions apart while Sam and Bucky monitored from the chairs directly across from you.

It was so incredibly awkward for two teenagers, but they seemed entertained by it.

At first, neither you nor Peter spoke, you just glared at Bucky while Peter stared at the floor, too nervous to meet the gaze of either men.

And it stayed like that for about twenty minutes until Sam spoke up.

“I don’t get it,” he said. “Why do you two want to hangout so bad if all you do is sit in silence? Aren’t you gonna do something?”

“What are we allowed to do?” you asked. “I feel like I’m in prison on a monitored visit.”

Bucky shrugged, leaning back in his chair and crossing his arms over his chest. “Talk, watch something, play with those stupid legos you guys like,” he suggested. “I don’t know. Just stop staring at me, it’s getting weird now.”

You rolled your eyes, shaking your head. “This is ridiculous,” you grumbled.

Peter turned towards you, trying to make the best of the situation. “I was talking to Ned about Homecoming and we were thinking that-”

“No,” Bucky interrupted. “Absolutely not.”

Peter pressed his brows together, slowly turning to face Bucky with narrowed eyes. “What?”

“No,” Sam chimed in, shaking his head. “Nope.”

You blinked. “No, what?”

“No!” Bucky and Sam shouted at the same time as if it were obvious.

Peter sank back into the couch, face flushed pink.

You pulled your lips into a tight line, shifting awkwardly.

If you could blow up the entire tower as revenge, you would. You couldn’t understand why your dad had these stupid rules in the first place and you certainly couldn’t understand why Sam and Bucky felt the need to even enforce them.

You supposed they just enjoyed watching you and Peter suffer.

It was dead silent again until you made a suggestion.

“Wanna watch a movie?”

Peter’s eyes lit up. “Yeah, sure!”

You got up and grabbed the remote, turning the T.V. on. You and Peter both settled on Star Wars and before you could even hit play, Bucky snatched the remote from your hand.

“Hey!” you exclaimed. “Give that back!”

“We’re not watching that,” he said, exiting out of the screen. He stood beside the couch, right where you were standing, one hand on his hip as if he were watching an intense match of Sunday night football. “We’re watching something else.”

You groaned and threw your head back. “You know, you don’t have to watch it if you leave.”

“And leave you two alone?” Sam chuckled. “No way.”

Bucky clicked a few buttons and suddenly a new movie was playing.

“What the hell is this?” you asked as both men moved their chairs to either side of the couch.

“A real movie,” Bucky said plainly, and suddenly you recognized the movie he had played on numerous occasions.

Some old war movie from what you thought to be a hundred years ago. It probably predated the dinosaurs which was when you thought Steve and Bucky were born.

“I don’t wanna watch this,” you whined. “Put it back on Star Wars.”

“No,” Bucky said. “Now be quiet and watch. This is important historical stuff.”

Your jaw tightened as you side eyed him from beside you. You turned your gaze to the screens and immediately started to grow bored.

You were about thirty minutes in and Peter was starting to grow antsy too.

He glanced over at you and you smiled softly at him.

His fingers slowly slid across the cushions, yours doing the same until you met halfway.

Your fingers intertwined with his as you both looked back to the screen.

It stayed that way for about two minutes because Sam glanced over to check on you. He leaned forward in his chair and did a double take before he shot up from his seat.

“Oh, hell no!”

Sam and Bucky forced you both apart and ended up kicking Peter out, telling an over exaggerated story to your father about what happened.

And that was when you decided you hated them as babysitters.

Wanda and Loki came along and because of their powers, they always knew what was going on, no matter how sneaky you thought you were, which started to grow annoying.

Wanda didn’t necessarily care what you were doing, but she did start to care when all she could hear was the sounds of you two kissing behind closed doors. That was when she said you weren’t allowed to kiss anymore.

Loki told the entire tower a long while ago that he ‘despised the Stark witch with purple powers’, so naturally when he came along, it felt like you were under house arrest. Sometimes Peter could try to sneak a kiss from you and end up blasted twenty feet away from you. Other times, Loki wouldn’t even let you look or speak to Peter.

Then there was Thor who would quite literally sit between you two on the couch, telling stories about his life as a young boy on Asgard while smacking on an entire box of Poptarts with his mouth wide open.

And then there was Vision who took his job incredibly seriously, making the tower feel like a prison.

Steve came around every once in a while and ran the place like the damn navy, enforcing rules left and right like his life depended on it.

Then there was Clint…

One time he pretended not to care what you and Peter did, which resulted in you both in your room with the door shut. You were in the middle of a pretty intense game of Mario Kart when Clint came plummeting through the vent, straight into your room.

He was spying on you both through the goddamn vents!

Soon enough, you and Peter came to the realization that the only way to actually be able to spend time with one another would be to sneak you out of the tower.

So, you used your genius little Stark brain to disable F.R.I.D.A.Y. and disengage all defense systems at your bedroom window.

It was half past midnight and no one ever came by your room that late.

Now was the perfect time to head out.

A soft thud hit your window and you smiled, seeing a masked hero waving at you on the other side, the little spider lenses conveying excitement.

You opened up and your window and your boyfriend landed inside your room with quiet, practiced ease.

“Hi,” he whispered, cheesing from under his mask.

You smirked. “Hi.” You walked over to him, and his hands found your waist. Your fingers came up and lifted his mask just above his nose, pecking his lips quickly before pulling his mask back down.

Peter’s face flushed pink. “Are you ready?”

You nodded. “Yeah, just need my jacket,” you whispered, heading for your closet.

“Tiny Stark?”

You froze, a small gasp escaping you.

Peter glanced at you, fear in his eyes.

“Yeah…?”

“You okay?” the voice you recognized as Thor yawned.

“Yeah.”

…

…

…

“Is someone in there? I thought I heard you talking.”

“I’m…I’m on the phone. With- with uh- MJ.”

…

…

…

“Makes sense. Night.”

“Goodnight.”

You stood there for a second, listening to Thor’s footsteps head back to his room. You let out a sigh of relief.

“Let’s get the hell out of here.”

You grabbed your coat and slipped it on. Peter held his arms out to you, and you wrapped your legs around him, arms wrapping around his neck.

He climbed out of the window and shut it quietly.

“Ready?” he asked.

You swallowed hard, shutting your eyes. “No,” you replied honestly. “Just go.”

Peter jumped off of the side of the tower, flicking his wrist, a line of web catching onto the neighboring building.

“Holy shit!” you exclaimed, freaking out. You gripped onto him tighter, squeezing your eyes shut as your stomach dropped with each and every swing.

“It’s okay!” Peter chuckled. “I’ve got you!”

“What the hell!” you exclaimed, nails digging into the back of his suit. “How do you do this?!”

Thankfully the swing to Peter’s apartment wasn’t too far. He landed on the window and opened it, helping you inside.

You climbed in and gasped, clutching your stomach as he climbed inside, shutting the window.

“You okay?” he asked, yanking his mask off and tossing it aside.

You let out a shaky breath. “Yeah…I don’t know how you do that without throwing up,” you grimaced.

Peter chuckled. “Wanna build legos without getting yelled at?” he asked, already making his way over to his stash.

“Yeah!” you beamed.

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Little did you know before sneaking out, Tony couldn’t sleep. He was up late at night down in the lab, tinkering as he always did when his mind wasn’t at ease.

He’d been hearing all about how you and Peter were breaking rules left and right and how the babysitting situation with Loki had gotten so out of hand that Peter refused to come over anymore, much to your dismay.

Nat had gotten into Tony’s ear about letting you be a teenager and have your boyfriend over without overbearing you two. There was no issue with ground rules, the issues stemmed from how ridiculous they were.

With a loud clank, Tony stropped his screw driver and pinched the bridge of his nose, realizing that he should probably talk to you about it. “F.R.I.D.A.Y., check to see if the little Stark is sleeping.”

“Checking in on Stark Jr.”

Tony started mumbling to himself about how stupid the whole situation was. He couldn’t understand why you had to choose Peter of all people and he couldn’t understand why you even wanted a boyfriend.

Not too long ago you were ranting about how stupid boys were but as soon as Peter came into your life, you only ever wanted to be around one person, which was him.

“I am unable to contact her through her bedroom. It would appear that all communication systems have been disabled in her room and that all defense systems outside her room have been disengaged.”

Tony blinked, nodding his head as he was both impressed and shocked that you’d do such a thing.

Then again, you were his daughter.

“Huh…” he muttered to himself. “Give me playback on Parker’s suit,” he said, pushing his rolling chair across the floor to his monitor. Immediately, he put two and two together. You and Peter were up to something.

“All recording systems inside of the suit have also been disabled.”

Tony stared at his reflection in the monitor, his finger hovering over the power button. “Those little shitheads…”

Tony leaped up from his desk. “Gather the team, would you? We’re going to find them.”

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Peter had changed out of his suit into pajama pants and some nerdy t-shirt Ned gave him for Christmas. You were sitting on the floor across from each other assembling legos, the Imperial Star Destroyer to be exact.

Peter was babbling on and on about the small missions he had been taking to save the city, ranging from saving a cat from a tree and helping an old woman cross the road.

You couldn’t help but to smile at how excited he was to save people. It was absolutely adorable.

You snapped a couple of lego pierces together and giggled as he mimicked bank alarms going off, and flicking his wrist as if to show you how he swung in to save the day.

Little did the two of you know, outside, the entire team of heroes were on high alert searching for you.

“I’ve got eyes on the target,” Clint said through the radio.

He was perched on a building across the way from Peter’s apartment, an arrow aimed right at the window.

“Where?” Tony asked almost immediately.

“His place.”

“Well, what are they doing?”

Clint chuckled. “Building…legos.”

Loki’s laugh echoed through the comms. “You mean to tell me this idiot mortal flying around in a bucket of bolts dragged us all out here to look for his offspring who’s building legos?”

“She seriously snuck out to build goddamn legos?” Bucky scoffed over the comms. “Real fine parenting, Stark.”

Nat hummed. “Weren’t you the one who told Tony her and Peter were breaking all the rules while you were on babysitting duty?”

“Because they were,” Sam interjected. “They were holding hands.”

“What’s so bad about hand holding?” Bruce asked with an awkward laugh.

“You know,” Thor’s voice boomed, making Clint wince and take his ear piece out, still able to make out everything Thor was saying. “Back on Asgard, there was this myth that said if you held hands with your lover for an extended period of time, nothing in the cosmos could tear you apart.”

“Well, I’m about to tear them apart,” Tony announced. “I’m going in.”

“Why?” Wanda asked. “They’re not doing anything harmful.”

“Stark loves control,” Steve retorted.

“Uh…” Nat trailed off. “They both told me that you pulled out a tape measure to make sure they were three feet apart. Sounds like you’re equally controlling.”

“Structure isn’t control.”

Tony landed on the building beside Clint who was putting his ear piece back in. “How long have they been building legos for?”

Clint shrugged. “Since I got here.”

Tony watched through the window as Peter carefully took the pieces you assembled and clicked it to the ones he assembled.

Peter smiled and put his hand up, high fiving you.

“They’re kinda cute,” Nat said, suddenly appearing beside Tony.

Tony flinched, catching his breath. “Can you stop doing your spy shit on us? You’re gonna give me a damn heart attack.”

Clint only chuckled, completely used to Nat sneaking up on people.

“You’re going to give yourself one if you keep losing your mind over every little thing she does,” she said.

“Can we go home now, or what?” Loki asked over the comms. “I’m losing my eight hours of sleep.”

Before Tony could say something snarky, Nat spoke up. “Yes, you can all go back. Stark thanks you all for your help.”

“No he doesn’t,” Bucky grimaced.

Clint grabbed his arrows. “I’m out. Don’t kill her, she’s kind of funny, slightly less annoying than you,” he said, placing a firm hand on Tony’s shoulder.

Tony flipped him off and he climbed down from the building.

The team headed home, leaving Nat and Tony on the roof.

Tony let out an exasperated sigh as he watched you start to put together the next pieces of the lego set, glancing up at Peter every now and then with such a loving look in your eyes.

“I hate having to watch her grow up,” he mumbled.

Nat turned to him with a small smile. “I can imagine how difficult it is, but the more you try to stop her, the more she’ll fight you on it. Like right now,” she said, motioning to the window. “She literally just snuck out to build legos. That’s insane, Tony.”

Tony groaned. “Why does she even want a boyfriend? Life was so easy when that freaking kid wasn’t here. Maybe I’ll kill him.”

“You won’t,” Nat laughed. “You like him and honestly, you should be glad she chose him. He likes her a lot.”

Tony hummed. “I guess he’s a half decent kid…”

Back inside the bedroom, Peter’s brows pressed together as he glanced out of the window.

“What’s wrong?” you asked.

Peter’s spider senses were going off, alerting him of something he couldn't quite put his finger on. “I don’t know…” he trailed off. “I feel like someone’s watching us or something.”

You glanced out the window, not seeing anything. “I don’t see anything, Peter.”

Peter got up and drew the curtains back, returning back to the floor, but instead of sitting across from you, he sat beside you.

“You don’t think your dad knows…” he whispered, as if he were lurking somewhere. “Do you?”

You shrugged. “Honestly, if he knew, he would’ve probably blasted you with a bomb by now.”

Peter’s brows rose. “How reassuring.”

You giggled and pecked him on the lips. “You’ll be fine.”

You went to put the lego pieces back together, but Peter’s hand grabbed your waist. You turned your gaze back to him. “What?”

“You can’t just kiss me on the lips like that and turn away from me,” he said sheepishly, his cheeks and nose burning pink.

Your lips curved upward as you leaned in, kissing him slowly as he melted into it.

His hand came up and cupped your face softly, lips moving against yours gently, causing you to sigh in content.

Finally, you could kiss your boyfriend in piece.

No babysitters.

No threats.

No interruptions-

“Open the curtains or I’ll send a repulsor through it.”

You and Peter pulled away, shock on your faces at hearing your father’s voice through Peter’s phone.

“What the?!” Peter exclaimed. “How did you-”

“Five, four, three, two-”

“Okay! Okay!” Peter said, scrambling to his feet and yanking the curtains open only to find Tony hovering there in his suit.

“Sneaking out to build legos, huh?” he asked, looking right at you.

You rolled your eyes. “And make out, but-”

“Don’t say that!” Peter hissed, fearing for his life.

“Open this window,” Tony demanded.

Peter gave you a petrified look before opening the window with shaking hands.

The head of your father’s suit turned to you, then back to Peter. “Take her back home. Right now,” he said.

“Yes, Mr. Stark!” Peter replied.

“And you,” Tony said, turning to face you. “You’re grounded for…I don’t know how long but you’re grounded.”

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You were in fact not grounded.

Natasha had gotten into Tony’s ear again about letting you be a teenager and explained to him that he could set boundaries without being overbearing.

So, that’s how Peter ended up allowed back at the tower in your bedroom, but the door had to stay cracked open a minimum of three inches and you had to stay at least two feet apart from one another instead of three.

No kissing, hand holding, or hugging was allowed.

It was so stupid, but you went along with it.

Until you didn’t.

You’d leave the door cracked open and kiss Peter all you wanted, listening for footsteps. Whenever you two heard them, you’d separate and act like you weren’t doing anything.

You got away with it for a long time until Tony caught you both one day and realized that you had been breaking rules all along.

He was walking up to your room to see if you wanted some of the dinner Wanda had whipped up.

The soft hum of music played from your room and he could faintly make out one additional sound.

The unmistakable sound of two people kissing.

He slowly peaked through the crack in your door and low and behold, you and Peter were making out on your bed.

“Hey!” he shouted.

You gasped, pulling away from Peter. Eyes wide, you stuck your hand out, purple mist covering the door handle and slamming the wood shut.

Tony yanked at the door, banging on it with his fist. “You open this goddamn door, right now!”

A few seconds later, your hold on the door loosened and Tony came crashing inside, a vein or two popping out of his forehead.

You were sitting on one end of the bed, Peter on the other with a comic in his hands, acting as if he had been reading it the whole time and not making out with you.

Tony glanced between the two of you, blinking rapidly as if it would magically put you back into the position you had been caught in just seconds ago.

For a second he thought he was losing his mind until you spoke up. Then it hit him that you were messing with him.

You smirked at your dad’s face. “What?” you asked.

Tony was at a loss for words after that.

He didn’t want you to sneak around him anymore and he thought he was making the rules less strict, so he couldn’t understand why you continued to go against his word.

After a week of you and Peter pulling the same stunt, he had grown tired of it.

He went to Natasha, the only person he thought could help.

“And they just won’t stop,” he went on, pacing his lab. “I mean, it’s absolutely ridiculous.”

Nat sat at one of the spinning chairs and shrugged. “I mean…they’re just kissing, right?”

“But it’s constant!” Tony exclaimed, throwing his arms up. “And she’s only doing it to piss me off.”

“Well it’s working,” Nat laughed.

Tony sighed and leaned against the metal of the desk. “I’m going to have an aneurysm.”

Nat sighed and kicked her feet up onto the desk. “Just…talk to them,” she said plainly. “Get on their level and have a conversation. Tell them that he’s allowed over but they have to keep the door open.”

“I did!”

“No,” Nat said with a head shake. “You said they have to keep the door open and they can’t even hold hands,” she corrected. “You can’t set ridiculous ground rules and expect them to follow the illogical ones.”

Tony groaned, crossing his arms over his chest. “Can’t you just talk to them for me? You’re good at the whole…heart to heart thing.”

Growing up, your father’s father wasn’t really the greatest parent, and Tony didn’t want to follow in those steps. However, because he had a shitty father, he wasn’t so sure how to get on your level and have a conversation like the one Nat was proposing without snapping.

Nat snorted. “She’s not my kid.”

“Yeah, but she acts like you’re her mom so…”

“No Tony, you can do it.”

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Tony sat on the stairs just a few feet away from your bedroom, reading over the crumpled piece of paper in his hands.

Steve walked by and eyed him. “What’s that?”

Tony rubbed his eyes. “A heart to heart.”

“You have a heart?” Steve asked, earning a glare from Tony. “My fault,” he said, pulling his lips into a tight line.

Tony raised a brow, tilting his head slightly. “My fault?” he repeated. “How old are you?”

Steve smiled, pulling a small notebook out of his back pocket. “Parker and your daughter have been teaching me all the ‘hip’ lingo.”

Tony cringed. “For the love of God, don’t say ‘hip’.”

Steve flipped through his pages. “Oh! Right here…” he said, narrowing his eyes in an attempt to see better.

“Please don’t,” Tony sighed. “I really don’t have the patience for this.”

“Captain America mogs Iron Man,” Steve said proudly with a smile, shutting his book. “It basically means-”

“I know what it means,” Tony deadpanned. He swatted his hand at Steve. “Now, get out of here please. And I hope you realize no one says that in real life.”

Steve opened his mouth to say something but stopped.

Just a few feet away, Steve and Tony could hear you and Peter kissing from outside of your door and the sound of both of your soft giggles in between them.

Steve smirked at Tony’s jaw clenching. “Duty calls,” he said, nodding at Tony before taking a step past him down the stairs. He stopped about two steps below the one Tony was sitting at. “Sounds like Parker’s got rizz.”

“Literally no one says that,” Tony said, completely exasperated. “They’re setting you up to get bullied, by the way.”

Steve shrugged, waltzing down the stairs.

Tony groaned. “I hate this tower,” he mumbled to himself before standing up and making his way over to your bedroom door. 

He could still faintly hear you and Peter kissing over the music, followed by your giggle.

“Peter, stop!”

“You don’t like it?”

“No!” you laughed.

Peter hummed and again, the sound of kissing ensued.

Tony shut his eyes in annoyance and knocked. “Hey…” he trailed off. “I…I just wanna talk.”

The door slowly creaked open, purple mist on the handle.

You sat on one end of the bed, Peter on the other, who gave Tony an annoyed look, which was the first time he had done so, but at this point, he was completely unaware of his expressions. He just wanted to go back to kissing you and hearing your soft laughter at his antics.

Tony shut the door and walked into your room, grabbing your desk chair and pulling it up beside your bed. “We need to talk,” he said, a slight nervousness in his tone that was a few seconds away from being taken advantage of.

“Okay…?” you said, completely unaware as to where this was going, because never in your life had you seen your father so awkward.

You and Peter shifted, moving to sit beside one another, legs criss crossed. The music still played, adding to the awkwardness.

“I wanted…” he trailed off, shutting his eyes. “I- what I- goddamn it!” he exclaimed, losing his train of thought over the music. “F.R.I.D.A.Y., kill the music, would you?”

“Stopping the music.”

Tony let out a sigh and clicked his tongue. “I was trying to say that…we uh…oh shit, uhm…” He blinked, looking up at the ceiling trying to remember the not so passive aggressive words Natasha told him to use.

Peter slowly leaned over to you, whispering something into your ear that Tony couldn’t make out.

You immediately giggled, nodding your head in agreement.

You both looked back at your father, and you tried your best to conceal the laugh coming out, but failed miserably.

Tony watched, lips parted. He glanced at you, then looked to your boyfriend who he now wanted to kill. “Alright, you know what. It’s your Aunt May,” he said suddenly, staring daggers at Peter.

Peter blinked, his heart already beating a million miles a minute. “What?! Aunt May?!”

“Yeah,” Tony nodded. “Something happened. Something bad.”

“Is she gonna be okay?!”

Tony shrugged. “I don’t know, but we should leave and get you back home.”

Peter followed Tony out of the Tower and into his car, but not before giving you a quick kiss.

In the car, he was freaking out, insisting that he should just swing to his apartment to get there faster.

“But, Mr. Stark, if I swing I can-”

“You don’t need to-”

“My aunt! What if she-”

“Relax.”

“Oh, my gosh what if-”

“Would you just put a cork in it-”

“Aunt May-!”

Tony slammed on the breaks in the middle of the road, making a hundred cars honk at him. “Look! Nothing is wrong with your Aunt May!”

“…Huh…?”

Tony lightly let off the gas, driving down the street, eyes fixated on the road. “There’s nothing wrong with your aunt,” he said, tone more leveled.

“I don’t understand,” Peter said. “You said that-”

“I know what I said and I said that because there’s something very wrong with what’s going on between you and my daughter.”

Peter’s heart sank. He didn’t want to be banned from the tower again and he sure as hell didn’t want you to not be allowed to date him.

“Oh, Mr. Stark,” he said. “I’m sorry I…I don’t know what I’m sorry for because apparently even breathing in her presence is a crime but-”

“Look, pal,” Tony said, holding a finger up in Peter’s face. “Watch that mouth on you.”

Peter sunk in his seat. “Sorry…”

“I don’t understand why you two constantly need to be kissing or touching each other,” he grimaced. “If you would behave like normal human beings, then maybe we wouldn’t need such intense ground rules.”

Peter blinked. “What’s the point in having a girlfriend if you can’t kiss her? You’re basically just friends at that point.”

“Then just be friends.”

“But I wanna kiss her!”

Tony yanked the wheel, making Peter hit his head against the glass. He parked the car on the side of the road and turned to face Peter properly.

“Do you want to be banned from the tower again?”

“No…” Peter grumbled, rubbing the side of his head.

“Okay. Then you can…date…” Tony grimaced, as if the words pained him to say. “…my daughter, so long as you don’t kiss and leave six feet between you two.”

“I thought it was two!”

“Well, it’s six now!”

Peter sat up straight, a pleading look in his eye. “With all due respect, Mr. Stark, your daughter is the best thing that has happened to me,” he said sincerely.

Tony shrugged. “Yeah, she kinda has that effect on people. She gets it from me.”

“Sure,” Peter deadpanned, rolling his eyes with a sass Tony hadn’t seen. “Anyway, my point is, I can’t just be her friend. I…I love her.”

Tony’s eyes widened as his brows rose. “You? Love my daughter?”

Peter’s face flushed pink, realizing that he had just admitted it out loud. He loved Tony Stark’s daughter. “Yes.”

Tony stared at Peter for a long while, so long that Peter was beginning to think that he was plotting ways to kill him.

“Incoming call from Romanoff,” F.R.I.D.A.Y. announced.

“Answer it,” Tony said.

“Tony,” Natasha’s voice came in sternly.

“Natasha.”

“Where are you? Where is Peter?”

“Don’t worry about it.”

“Oh, I’m not,” Natasha said. “But you should be.”

Tony’s brows pressed together. “Why?”

“Because your daughter and Loki are using their voodoo magic stuff to try and curse you.”

“What?! I thought he didn’t like her!”

“Turns out he does, so I would highly suggest bringing Peter back.”

If there was one thing Tony was afraid of, it was you and the God of Mischief himself teaming up to plot his demise.

“So…does this mean I can still date your daughter?” Peter asked optimistically, leaning over the center console.

“No.”

Over the line, the two could make out the voices of you and Loki.

“Lethal or non lethal?” Loki asked.

You hummed. “Which do you recommend?”

“Lethal,” he responded without hesitation.

“Lethal it is.”

Tony’s jaw dropped, eyes going wide.

“I don’t think you have much of a choice, Mr. Stark.” Peter smirked.

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A/N: Feel free to send in tower fic requests! I’ve been so obsessed with them again, 12 year old me would be proud

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It’s not that you didn’t like the idea of a movie night – you loved watching movies. You were just getting a little overwhelmed with everyone around you yelling, your shoulder awkwardly pressing against Bucky’s metal one, and it was clear Bucky wanted to be anywhere but here, leaning as far away from you as he could.

You and Bucky didn’t interact much, but he didn’t really talk to anyone much other than Steve. You just shared quick greetings and awkward small talk if you were alone in a room together.

So being this close to him for a few hours was going to be interesting.

But when the others finally settled down and decided on a movie, Nat leaned against the other side of the couch, allowing you to shift away from Bucky, just enough so you weren’t touching anymore.

They had picked a fairly new action movie, one you’d seen once before, so you were half-paying attention and half-zoned out.

You didn’t even realize when your eyes started to flutter shut as your body slowly shifted to the side.

Before you knew it, you were asleep – with your head slowly falling against Bucky’s metal shoulder.

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Bucky stiffened the second he felt her head drift onto his shoulder, her weight light but unmistakable. His spine went straight, eyes wide as if someone had yanked him into a mission briefing without warning.

Of all the places she could’ve leaned – why the metal arm?

The chill of the vibranium pressed against her cheek, and yet…she didn’t flinch. She didn’t move away. She even sighed, soft and content, like this was the most natural thing in the world. His chest tightened.

He stared straight ahead, muscles locked, jaw clenched. His instinct screamed at him to shift, to move her gently off him before she noticed what she’d done. He hated this part – this reminder of what he was made of. What had been done to him. People didn’t lean on weapons. They avoided them.

But then…he glanced down.

She was completely at ease, her features relaxed, lips slightly parted in sleep. One hand curled loosely in her lap, the other resting near his thigh but not touching. There was no hesitation in her body, no discomfort in her expression. Just peace.

She trusted him.

His heart thudded heavily, each beat slowing with the realization. She knew what his arm was, and she’d still fallen asleep against it. Against him.

He swallowed, unsure of what to do. He let out a slow, silent breath, careful not to disturb her, and leaned back just a little more into the couch cushion, letting himself settle.

Maybe he’d let her stay there a while longer.

A few minutes passed before Sam noticed.

He leaned forward from where he sat on the floor and blinked. “Wait a second – am I seeing this right?” he whispered loudly, elbowing Clint.

Clint turned, squinting in the low light. His grin spread instantly. “Holy crap. Is she – yeah, she’s definitely asleep on Bucky.”

Steve looked over and raised an eyebrow. “And Bucky’s letting her?”

Nat craned her neck and smirked. “Not just letting – he’s not moving a muscle. He’s frozen.”

“That’s because he’s malfunctioning,” Tony deadpanned, grabbing a handful of popcorn. “Someone call Wakanda, his arm’s about to short-circuit.”

Bucky rolled his eyes but didn’t move. “She’s asleep,” he muttered, voice low.

“On your shoulder,” Sam pointed out, grinning like a kid at Christmas. “You normally flinch if someone breathes in your direction.”

“She’s different,” Clint stage-whispered dramatically. “The Winter Soldier has a soft spot.”

Steve chuckled, clearly enjoying this a little too much. “You okay there, Buck?”

Bucky glanced down at you again, then shrugged one shoulder carefully – not the one you were leaning on. “She’s comfortable,” he said simply. “Didn’t wanna wake her.”

But deep down, under the teasing and the smirks and the popcorn being flicked at his head, he wasn’t actually all that bothered.

In fact, he kind of liked it.

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The credits rolled slowly up the screen as the final soundtrack played out, and one by one, the team began shifting and standing.

Nat stretched and cracked her neck. “Well, that was two hours of my life I’ll never get back.”

“Better than Clint’s last pick,” Sam muttered, brushing popcorn off his pants.

“You said you liked Mamma Mia!” Clint shot back, scandalized.

Voices layered over each other, shoes scuffed the floor, and someone knocked over an empty cup. The volume in the room rose steadily – but Bucky didn’t move an inch.

Still sitting ramrod straight on the couch, still letting you lean against his metal arm. His jaw tightened slightly as Steve glanced at him again with a knowing smile.

“You gonna stay like that all night, Buck?”

“Yeah,” Clint chimed in. “We should take bets – think she drooled on the vibranium?”

“I’m offended,” Tony said, pointing dramatically. “That arm was designed for stealth, precision, and battlefield dominance – not as a sleep aid.”

“Maybe it’s multifunctional,” Nat deadpanned, crossing her arms.

Bucky just huffed quietly, refusing to take the bait. “She’s still sleeping.”

“Not for long,” Steve murmured, just as your lashes fluttered.

Your body shifted slightly, and your head lifted off his shoulder as you blinked, disoriented. Your hair was mussed, a crease on your cheek from the ridges of his arm, faint but obvious. You squinted around at the group, half-asleep, voice groggy.

“…What’s going on?”

Clint snorted. “Sleeping Beauty returns.”

“You fell asleep on Bucky’s shoulder,” Sam said, clearly enjoying this way too much.

You paused, and then your eyes widened slightly as you slowly sat up straighter, fingers brushing at your cheek as if trying to smooth away the sleep marks. You didn’t say anything at first, just turned to Bucky – who still hadn’t moved – and gave him a sheepish look.

“Sorry,” you said softly, voice laced with embarrassment. “I didn’t mean to–”

“It’s okay,” Bucky said quickly, quietly. “Really.”

Something in his tone made you glance at him a little longer than necessary, but before either of you could say anything else, the teasing resumed.

“Look at him,” Sam grinned. “Protective mode activated.”

“This is my favorite team bonding night ever,” Clint said, not even trying to hide his laughter.

“Should we get matching blankets for them next time?” Tony added.

Bucky groaned and ran a hand down his face, but there was no bite behind it. You, now wide awake and thoroughly flustered, could only shake your head as Nat leaned in to whisper, “For what it’s worth, he didn’t move a single inch the whole movie.”

Your face burned, but a small, surprised smile tugged at your lips anyway.

The others slowly filed out of the room, still snickering and tossing back comments as they went.

“Get some rest, lovebirds,” Tony called, tossing a final wink over his shoulder.

“Don’t stay up too late,” Clint added before Steve finally ushered the stragglers out with a tired shake of his head.

You stood up slowly, rubbing your eyes and letting out a quiet yawn. The creak of the couch cushions behind you told you Bucky had gotten up too. You turned back slightly, surprised he hadn’t made a beeline for the exit like he usually did after group events.

You hesitated for a second, then smiled as you looked up at him. “Thanks,” you said lightly, your voice a little shy but warm. “For, y’know…letting me fall asleep on you.” You let out a small laugh, a bit self-conscious. “Didn’t mean to use your shoulder as a pillow.”

Bucky shrugged, hands in his pockets, a flicker of something soft in his eyes. “No problem,” he said. “Just didn’t wanna wake you.”

His gaze flicked to your cheek, and his brow furrowed a little. “Did it hurt? The arm, I mean.”

You blinked, then instinctively reached up and touched your cheek, feeling the faint ridges the metal had left behind. You laughed again, this time more genuinely.

“No, not at all,” you said, still smiling. “It was actually…really comfortable.”

His eyes widened slightly, just for a second.

“I usually can’t fall asleep sitting up like that,” you continued, dropping your hand and meeting his gaze. “But I guess it was comfortable enough to stay asleep, huh?”

Bucky let out a quiet laugh – more like a breath of disbelief – and looked away for a second, trying (and failing) not to let the corner of his mouth pull up into a smile.

People didn’t say things like that. Not about that part of him.

“That’s good,” he said, voice low and sincere. “I’m glad.”

And he was. More than he could say out loud.

You stepped out into the hallway together, the soft hum of the tower’s lights overhead filling the quiet.

For a moment, neither of you spoke.

Bucky walked just half a step behind you, hands tucked in the pockets of his sweats, eyes flicking to you every so often but never quite landing. You toyed with the sleeve of your hoodie, not really sure what to say either. The silence wasn’t uncomfortable exactly – just full of a weird mix of lingering embarrassment and…something else. Something new.

You were halfway down the hall when you glanced at him and said lightly, “I’m kind of surprised you didn’t shove me off the couch.”

He snorted, shaking his head. “I thought about it.”

You laughed, nudging him gently with your elbow, this time intentionally bumping into his metal arm. “Wow. Honored.”

“That was before you started snoring,” he added deadpan, but there was a playful glint in his eyes.

Your jaw dropped. “I did not snore.”

“I didn’t say it was loud,” he said with a straight face, “just a little pathetic.”

You gasped, swatting his arm with a laugh, and he chuckled – actually chuckled – like the sound surprised even him.

By the time you reached your door, both of you were still smiling, the awkwardness from earlier fading into something easier.

You stopped and turned to face him, hand resting on the doorknob.

“Really, though,” you said, voice softer now. “Thanks again. I…I don’t usually let myself fall asleep around people.” You hesitated, then added with a slight shrug, “But I guess I felt safe.”

That seemed to catch him off guard. His expression flickered – surprise, warmth, something quietly vulnerable.

He cleared his throat and glanced away for a second. “It was nothing,” he said, brushing it off with the same calm tone he used earlier. “You were tired.”

You smiled again, this one gentler. “Still. Thanks.”

He looked back at you then, and the space between you shifted – not charged, not heavy. Just full of something simple. Honest.

“Goodnight,” you said softly.

“‘Night,” he replied, the corner of his mouth lifting.

And with that, you slipped into your room, the door closing quietly behind you.

He stood there for a moment, staring at the wood grain, before finally turning and walking back down the hall – still not quite sure why he was smiling.

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