#beanfic

You had heard about the party from your Dad’s newest intern, Peter Parker, when asked about his weekend plans. He mentioned he was attending a party at a friend’s house, and you were interested immediately. You had talked to Peter a few times while passing in the tower. He was a nice guy, the same age as you, also. Both of you were 17. He didn’t strike you as the party type, but you weren’t going to question it.

You had been raised in the tower since you were five, the year your Dad had taken custody of you after the death of your Mom. Living with the Avengers and bearing the last name  ‘Stark’ meant that you never got a chance to go to school with other kids. Instead, you were homeschooled, first by your Dad, but now you were learning the complex subjects from Dr. Banner. You didn’t surprise anyone when you showed the same interest in engineering at a young age, being a Stark and all. You were greatly appreciative about the challenging schooling you received, but you regretted not developing the social skills a normal teenager would have.

You have a few friends including a best one named Kenzie, a daughter of your Father’s friend but that didn’t help with socializing. You wanted to experience a high school party, just like the ones you had seen in the movies. It was a perfect plan, you could find out the address somehow, and go along with Kenzie. Kenzie was also homeschooled but was more normal than you could ever feel. 

“Are you sure it’s safe?” Kenz said as she sat beside your bed, strapping her shoes.

“Yes! My Dad is out tonight and I had FRIDAY do some research, and this guy, Flash, is known for throwing huge parties where multiple high schools go. It’s not like we are going to see anyone we know.”

“What about your Dad’s intern? Isn’t that how you heard about the party?”

You shrug, “He doesn’t seem like the party type so I doubt he will even show up, and if he does I’m sure we can find a way to avoid him. We can just find a corner to drink in.”

“This is so risky, Y/N!” Kenzie grabs your arm and shakes it.

“I know, it’s exciting.” You shove Kenzie off of you and you flash an annoyed smile. 

“Ready?” Kenzie stands up and you nod. Both of you tiptoe down to the garage, avoiding Steve who was usually in the training facility at night. Fortunately, he wasn’t there.

“Should we take the Mercedes?” you ask Kenz who look over at you with wide eyes.

“You have a Mercedes? You have options?”

You giggle, “My Dad lets me drive any of his cars except his Lambo. We can also take the Porsche.”

“I’m good with the Mercedes, we’re trying to lay low! Plus how are we getting back if we both want to drink?”

“My Dad has programmed FRIDAY into each of his cars so it can do autopilot,” and right on cue, the car lit up with FRIDAY’s voice.

“Hello, Y/N Stark. Where are we going tonight?” 

“Whoahhhh,” Kenz gasps under her breath. You repeat the address that FRIDAY had found back at the car.

“I’ll drive, FRIDAY.” You grab the wheel and rev the engine a little before pulling out of the garage into the cold streets and the starry night sky. 

“I’m nervous,” Kenzie admits as you park down the street from the house. It was big and lit up with multi-colored lights. It was on an isolated street down a private drive, which was a good thing because with how loud it already was from the outside, you were certain police would show up at some point. 

“It’s okay, I just need to make sure no one recognizes me and that we avoid Peter.”

“Sounds easy enough, sure, yeah, whatever you say” Kenzies’ tone is filled with sarcasm but you just roll your eyes at her. 

“I’m not that famous.”

“No, of course not! Just the rightful heir of Stark Industries, no big deal!”

“C’mon, let’s just get inside and grab a drink.” You open the car door and are greeted by the chilly night air. You walk up to the angular house, flashing a smile at the group of preppy looking kids playing beer pong on the huge and perfectly manicured front lawn. The music pounds out of the crack in the door as you push it open. A kid in a colorful floral hawaain shirt spills beer over himself as he stumbles past you in the hallway. Immediately, you know you're in the right place. 

“FRIDAY, check for Peter,” you whisper to the black glasses on your face. It was a good thing fashion glasses were in style, but you think to yourself that these might look a bit outdated. “Hm?” Kenzie turns to look at you. You point to your glasses and she mouths an “ohhh”. Even if you wanted to, you wouldn't be able to hear her over the music. 

“We’re good, no Peter yet. I’m sure the drinks will be in the kitchen, right?” you ask and Kenz nodded. It was difficult to maneuver through the sweaty, heaving crowd but eventually, you discover the kitchen. There's a sign above the granite counter that says “live, laugh, love”. These people fuckin suck. You notice a crappy cardboard sign that says “Shot Station” written in bold sharpie.

“Should we do shots?” Kenzie asks you nervously.

“I’m down,” you smirk, letting the Stark in you take over. You remember your Dad’s famous words in your head “never do something I would do when I was your age.” Doing something you knew you weren’t supposed to do made you bubble with excitement.

You take lead and grab two tiny red solo shot glasses and fill them up with a bottle of Malibu someone pulled from the fridge. It smells strongly of coconut and alcohol.

“To being adventurous!” Kenzie shouted, raising her cup for a toast.

“Being adventurous!” you yell back, bringing the cup to your lips and letting the warm liquid slide down your throat.

“What now?” Kenzie asks.

“Let’s make a mixed drink to carry around with us and we can go explore the rest of the house. FRIDAY told me there is a game room!” 

“Okay!” Kenzie agrees. You throw some lemonade and the rest of the malibu into a bigger cup, and Kenzie does the same. You hope that the drinks are for everyone, after all they are just sitting out so you don’t worry too much.

“Sorry, I made ‘em kind of strong!” you hand Kenz the drink and she takes a sip, eyes going wide.

“That’s delicious!” 

“That’s why mixed drinks are dangerous.”

The two of you wander around the house, making sure to watch for Peter until you find the game room. Both of your jaw’s drop when you first open the door. There are pool tables, foosball, ping pong machines, and tables for card games.

“Hey! We’re playing a game of rage cage, want to join?” a slurred voice calls out towards the two of you. 

“Us?” you and Kenz look at each other.

“Yes!” 

You look over at Kenz with a questioning look, and she raises her eyebrows in a confirming manner. The people seemed nice, and you didn’t recognize any of them. 

“How do we play?” you ask, taking a sip of your drink. A taller blonde guy, probably around your age as well, shuffles the cards and smiles down at you.

“You never played?”

“Nope,” you shake your head, feeling the heat bleed into your cheeks.

“It’s easy, you just try to make the ping pong ball into your cup before the person next to you, and if you don’t make it you have to chug the drink and try to make it again. If you get stacked then you have to drink.”

“Seems simple enough,” you muttered.

“Let’s do it!” Kenzie cheered, causing a few others to cheer with her. You wish you had the same charisma as her, but maybe the alcohol was already playing a role. You take another large gulp of your drink hoping you would feel something soon. 

The game was confusing at first, and both you and Kenz ended up chugging about three glasses of beer before understanding. You both got a hold of it and ended up doing pretty well. 

It was down to the last cup, the bitch cup as they called it, and it was your turn next. If you didn’t get the ball in the tower of red solo cups before the person next to you, you had to chug the entire cup of randomly mixed alcohol. 

“No!” you shouted as the person next to you stacked their cup on top of yours.

“You gotta drink the bitch cup, bitchhh!” Kenzie sloppily points her finger into your shoulder. You looked over at her, and you could sense she was pretty drunk.

Fine!” you grab the bitch cup and everyone starts chanting “chug! Chug! Chug!” and you down the nasty drink. 

“holyyy,” the everyone at the table all gasped at how fast you drank the bitch cup. You wiped your mouth and smiled with glee. You were a Stark, after all.

“I need airrrr,” Kenzie leaned on your shoulder.

“Me toooo,” the room was spinning as you started to walk out of the room, into the hallway and back towards the stairs.

“I feel so funny,” Kenzie giggled clumsily. “I feel like I can dance in the… in the sky!” She starts spinning in circles, flapping her arms like a bird. 

You laugh until you can’t breathe as you watch your best friend drunkenly dance her way upstairs. Your stomach is spinning with alcohol, and you need fresh air, quickly.

“I feel sick,” you mumble to Kenzie. 

“But I wanna dance!” she grabs your hands as  you reach the main floor where the music is pumping and everyone is swaying together in synchronized rhythm.

“Kenzzzz,” you groan. 

“Y/N Stark, you have a blood alcohol concentration level of .228. It is best you get along home.” FRIDAY’s voice sounds in your ear. You grab your glasses and shove them in your pocket. You can hear FRIDAY objecting as her voice is muffled in your jeans.

“I need to-,” you start to tell Kenzie as you feel the contents of your stomach start to fill up to your throat and you grab your mouth as you tumble out the back door to the dark patio before falling over into the damp grass. You spill your guts into a bush the moment you reach the backyard. You know that a ton of people probably are watching you right now, but, at this point? You could care less. You wipe your mouth with the sleeve of your sweatshirt. 

“Y/N?” a familiar voice calls out behind you.

“Peter!” you whip around quickly, causing you to trip over your own foot and spin right into him. Peter’s arms were around you instantly, keeping you from hitting the concrete.

“What are you doing here?” he helps you stand up. 

“Please don’t tell my Dad!” you manage through clumsy lips.

“I won’t, Y/N.” He wipes a strand of hair away from your face as he studies you. You feel uncomfortable with his gaze.

“Y/N? Where are yo-oh.” Kenzie stops mid-sentence as she sees Peter holding your shoulders.

“She threw up,” Peter looks over at your friend.

“I thought FRIDAY was supposed to tell you when he was nearby,” Kenzie tries to whisper to you but fails as Peter hears her.

“What?” he looks over at you as you grab the glasses from your pocket, showing him them guiltily.

“Ah, I won’t tell your Dad! I promise! You should go home though, you’re really sick Y/N.”

“I’m fineee,” you lean into Peter’s arms, resting your head on his strong shoulder.

“Erm.” Peter’s cheeks blush, he had barely talked to you and now you were drunkenly resting in his arms.

“I wanna danceee, are you drunk too Peter?” you ask him.

“I don’t, um, drink, but I really think you and your friend should go back home. Did you drive here?”

“We took a Mercedes!” Kenzie giggled.

“Right, well how about I drive you two back home?” he suggests.

“FRIDAY can driveee,” you hiccup. Peter couldn’t help but chuckle.

“I think it would be best if a human made sure you two got home safe.”

You pout, “But Spide-” but Peter’s hand comes closing in on your mouth before you could finish your sentence.

“Let’s go!” Peter grabs your hand and Kenz’s arm and pulls both of you towards the very recognizable Mercedes. 

“Hi, Peter, headed to the tower?” FRIDAY’s voice chirps over the speakers. Kenz was in the back seat laying down. You stared over at Peter, taking in the brown curls that lay gently on his forehead. 

The drive back to the compound was short, but maybe that was because you had closed your eyes and dozed off a couple of times. There wasn’t music playing either, so the silence was only filled with the soft snores of Kenzie in the backseat.

“We’re here,” Peter shakes your shoulder softly, trying to wake you up from your dazed state. You could barely keep your eyes focused on the brunette in front of you. 

“Kenzie” you mumble but you hear her stretching and yawning in the back.

“I’ll help you too upstairs, you’re on the third floor right, Y/N?”

You nodded, “Next to my Dad’s room.”

Peter nods, shutting the driver’s door and walking over towards the passenger side to help you out. Kenzie ends up being in a better state than you. She was able to walk but you rely on Peter to even stand up. 

“You’re cute, Peter.” The words slips off your tongue as you all manage to stand upright in the elevator.

“Erm, thank you.” He scratches the back of his neck with his free hand. The elevator doors open with a ding to the third floor. 

“Well, this is a surprise,” your Dad’s stern voice greets you. He walks into view with his arms crossed against his chest. 

“Damnit,” you groan. You keep your eyes on the ground, avoiding your Dad’s glare.

“Hi Mister Stark, I found Y/N and Kenzie at the party and thought I should get them home safely. I made sure nothing bad happened to them!” Peter rapid fired.

“I think I will take it from here, thank you Peter,” your Dad patts his shoulder, looking up at you knowingly. 

“See you around,” you slur. You almost begin to stumble over when Peter removes his arm that was holding you up, but your Dad catches you. 

“Whoa there, are we drunk?” His voice has a hint of sarcasm in it. 

“I don’t knowww, am I?” you giggle. 

“You should sleep, same with you Kenzie. Do your parents know what happened tonight?”

“No, sir,” she shook her head. 

“I won’t tell them, but take it from a parent. Being honest is better than keeping secrets. You can sleep in the guest room, I’m going to go take Y/N here, to bed.”

“Thank you, sir.” Kenzie walks down the hall towards the familiar guest room. You feel a bit guilty that you had put her in this position, but you were not expecting to get as blasted as you were. Your Dad practically carries you to your room and you lay down on the bed, feeling the warm pull of sleep immediately. 

“Y/N,” your Dad begins to speak. 

“Mmm, tired,” you mumble. You lay in the fetal position, head on the pillow and eyes already closed. You can hear your dad sigh heavily and feel a heavy blanket being pulled up and over your body. 

“We will talk about this tomorrow and discuss consequences, but for now I’ll let you sleep. Love you, Y/N.”

“I’m sorry,” you squeak.

“I know, but we will talk tomorrow. Get some rest.”

“Okay, love you Dad.” 

“You know what I am thinking?” Tyler spoke up between his bites of the Hawaiian pizza he was munching on. Both you and Josh looked up towards him and saw his mischievous look.

“What?” you were nervous for his answer, usually when Tyler had a look like that on his face, it meant no good.

“Late night shenanigans?” He raised an eyebrow.

“Oh hell yeah!” Josh clapped his hands together and rubbed them together, as if he was creating an evil plot.

“Tyler,” you sighed. “Do you remember how much trouble we got in last time? You literally crashed the golf cart into the wall of the amphitheater and caused like, what?, 2k worth of damages?” 

“Y/N! C’mon! We will be safe.” Josh chimed in before Tyler even had a chance to respond.

“Yeah! We’ve been on tour for like two months now and we only have had like 10 late night shenanigans. We gotta make them tradition.” He smiled to himself as he thought about everything he could do. 

“Okay, fine.” You raised your hands up in defeat, but you couldn’t help to feel a little bit of excitement. You enjoyed the late night adventures you spent with the boys on tour. The first time Josh had invited you on tour was back during regional at best era, and you quickly were invited to every tour in the future. You liked helping out in the back, plus you really liked spending time with Tyler and Josh. They were like your best friends, even though you did have a little bit of a crush on Tyler, you couldn’t lie about that. 

“So, Joseph, what do you have planned this time?” Josh asked. Tyler thought for a second before standing up and grabbing his laptop and bringing it over to the couch that you were all sitting on in the tour bus. 

“Hear me out! They have these electric scooters, and I think we should ride them downtown across this bridge.” He pulled up a photo of a large bridge that was lit up with rainbow lights. 

“Whoa, that’s pretty,” you whispered.

“It really said gay rights,” Josh chimed in making you all snicker. 

“Can I just say that I have never ridden an electric scooter before?” you confessed, your stomach bubbling with nervousness.

“You think we have?” Tyler laughed.

“I have.” Josh spoke, making both you and Tyler to look over at him.

“When?”

“Back when I was visiting LA! They have them all over!”

“Are they pretty easy to use?” you asked.

Josh nodded, “You’ll get a hang of it quick, Y/N, trust me!”

“It won’t be bad, I promise!” Tyler added, trying to help ease your nerves. You smiled at him before taking a deep breath. 

“When are we headed out?” 

“I was thinking like around 1?” Tyler looked at his apple watch. It read 12:38 am. 

“Do you think it will be cold out? What should I wear?” you tend to ask a lot of questions when you were nervous, and they seemed to all be making an appearance right now.

“The weather says it’s around 65 degrees so I would suggest something comfortable but warm? Maybe sweatpants and a sweatshirt?” Josh suggested. You thank him before excusing yourself to get into better clothes. You squeezed into the tiny bathroom and you stared at yours;f in the mirror. For some reason you were more nervous for this late night adventure than you have been in the past. You weren’t sure if it was because you all had gotten in trouble with the boys’ manager last time, or if it was because you did not want to make a fool of yourself on the electric scooters in front of Tyler. 

“You okay in there?” you heard a knock on the door. It was Tyler.

“Yep!” You unlocked the door and walked out, now in warmer and much more comfortable clothes. 

“I like your sweatshirt!” Tyler said with a soft smile. You felt your cheeks blush.

“Thanks, is it because it’s yours?” you teased. It was an older style of a twenty one pilots hoodie. 

“It looks way better on you than it ever did on me!”

“Sure, Ty,” you rolled your eyes and laughed. 

“If you guys are done flirting, are you ready to head out?” Josh peeked his head into the hallway between the bathroom and the living area. 

“We are not flirting!” Tyler snapped back at him and your face fell without you realizing. You think Tyler might have noticed too, because his eyes softened when he looked at you. “I’m sorry.” He whispered to you and you just responded with a small smile.

“I downloaded the app for the scooters and it looks like there is a group of them like five minutes from here, we just have to go left out of the parking lot!”

“At least one of us is good at directions!” you teased Tyler, reminding him of how he got you and Josh lost in new York city once, which also happened to be the most fun night of your life, but that is for another story. All of you piled out of the bus, saying goodbye to the others that were playing Mario kart. The air was chilly, and you wrapped your arms around your body to try to keep yourself warm. You followed the boys down the dark street, and you wished there were more street lamps. 

“It’s spooky out here,” Tyler spoke.

“Don’t worry, I’ll keep you safe!” Josh turned around and patted Tyler’s shoulder.

“Thanks, love,” Tyler snickered.

“Ew,” you pretended to gag at the boys. 

“I see the scooters!” Josh pointed to a rack of the scooters. He helped you and Tyler set up the app and make sure everything was working. You wished there were helmets, but hopefully you wouldn’t crash or anything like that. 

“Whoa!” Tyler zipped off as he pressed on the power of the scooter, You watched in awe as he effortlessly made and loop and returned back to you and Josh.,

“You’re a natural!” you complimented him, making him beam. 

“Watch this!” Josh said. He hopped on the scooter and started to forward but then he did a little hop and spun in a  circle.

“Show off,” Tyler grumbled. 

“Your turn, Y/N!” Josh looked over at you and you nervously looked down at the scooter. It seemed to be mocking you. 

“Alright.” You took a deep breath and placed both of your feet on the scooter, holding tightly onto the handles, and gently gave the scooter some power. It moved forward with a jolt, making you lose your balance a little bit. “It’s much more powerful than I was expecting.”

“You’ll get used to it!” Tyler reassured you. “Try again.”

You nodded and tried again, preparing yourself for the power. You stayed balanced as it started to move and then you practiced moving the handle bars left and right, and Tyler was right, you were able to get the hang of it fairly quickly. 

“Onward!” Tyler raised his hand and pointed forwards as he rode off into the street. You laughed at how silly he was and followed him. Josh rode next to you, making sure you were doing okay. 

“How far away is the bridge?” you asked. Josh looked down at the GPS on his phone. 

“One more left turn and it should be down that road!” You thanked him and continued riding. It was peaceful. Tyler would start singing one of his songs, Josh making drumming sounds with his mouth, and you would just look at the night sky and take in your surroundings. There were quite a lot of murals on the walls of the buildings, which you were really pretty. 

“I see the bridge!” Tyler shouted. You looked past him and saw the bridge, it was bright and lit up in the dark. You all rode until you reached the top of the middle of the bridge and you all stopped to look out over the river below. 

“This is gorgeous!” you stated, looking down at the waves crashing below you.

“Like you,” he whispered. You weren’t quite sure you heard him correctly. You whipped your head around and looked at him with your mouth open, not sure what to say. 

“Wait what?” you stumbled over your words and you could see Tyler’s ears turn a beet red.

“Oh, I um, said you look gorgeous? Like you said the view was gorgeous and-”

“Thank you, Tyler,” you stopped his stammering. “You’re pretty gorgeous yourself too.”

“Not true,” he scoffed.

“Tyler, it’s true! Right, Josh?” you turned around to see Josh who was on the other side of the bridge taking photos, not even realizing that you were talking to him. You turned back around to Tyler and shrugged. “I mean it.”

“You think I’m gorgeous?” Tyler placed his hand on his chest, dramatically acting surprised that you could think such a thing.

“Yes! I always that you were, like have you seen yourself Ty?” you laughed nervously. Usually, you weren’t this open about your feelings with someone, especially if you didn’t know if they felt the same.

“I mean that’s what I think about you. Every time I see you, I lose my breath because of how attractive you are!” he was looking out and you saw his eyes widened when he said that last part. “I’m sorry, hopefully you didn’t think that was creepy. Shit, I’t just I really like you, Y/N, and I don’t know how to flirt or talk to people I like and-”

“Tyler.” You took a step closer to him and placed your hand on his arm, giving it a small rub to calm him down. “It’s okay. Can I confess something too?”

He nodded with wide eyes, still not saying anything. 

“I like you too! I’ve had a crush on you for the past six months but I’ve been too afraid to say anything! I get nervous around cute guys.” You poked his side, making him laugh. 

“You have a crush on Tyler?” Josh asked as he walked over to join your guys conversation.

“Apparently Tyler also has a crush on me!” you smiled.

“I knew it!” Josh fist pumped the air.

“What?” Tyler looked over at Josh with suspicion

“C’mon, Ty. I know how you get when you like someone, and you have been acting like that around Y/N for the past few months! So are you guys going to, like, date now?” Josh crossed his arms and wiggled his eyebrows at the two of you. You played with your sweatshirt sleeve nervously.

“Y/N?” Tyler asked. You looked up at him. “Would you like to go on a date with me?”

“Duh,” you laughed. 

“Sounds like a plan!” he leaned over and placed a kiss on your cheek. 

“Ew, no kissing ion front of me!” Josh covered his eyes and Tyler punched his shoulder. 

“Shut up, Dun, or I am going to kiss you!” 

“Y’all are too much,” you laughed as you watched Tyler chase Josh around on the bridge. 

“Dude, it’s already 3am!” Josh told both of you. “Ready to head back to the bus?”

“Yes,” you responded with a yawn. All three of you hopped on the scooters once again and rode back to the bus. 

“Wait, look at that!” Tyler stopped his scooter and pointed to something that was crawling across the street.

“Ew, is that a rat?” you recognized the long eerie looking tail. “Disgusting.”

“Maybe it needs a friend,” Josh suggested.

“Hell no,” you stopped him right there. “This is how you two get in trouble, let’s get back to the bus before you two decide on some other shenanigan to get into tonight.”

“They have a point,” Tyler added.

“You were more fun when you guys weren’t together,” Josh mumbled.

“Dun, it’s been ,like fifteen minutes.”

“If anything, Y/N is gonna make me more fun!” Tyler teased.

“Exactly!” You scooted over to Tyler and gave him a high five. 

“Where’s my high five??” Josh frowned.

“You get a fist pump.”

“Good enough,” Josh fist pumped you and continued on towards the bus. The warmth of the inside was nice and after you convinced Tyler to pay for all of your scooter fees with the band's credit card, it was finally time for bed. You got into pajamas and while you were brushing your teeth, you saw Tyler walk by to get into his bunk.

“Goodnight, Y/N!” Tyler said. “I’m glad that we went on our little adventure tonight, because I don’t think I would have had the guts to tell you if we didn’t.”

“Agreed.” Your lips turned upwards as Tyler leaned in and planted a kiss on your lips. Your first kiss with Tyler. It was short, but so perfect.

“You taste like toothpaste,” he chuckled.

“Your lips are very soft, like more soft than I think lips should be, do you use a lip scrub?” you questioned.

“I actually do,” he confessed. “It’s from lush and is chocolate flavored.”

“You’ll have to share!” 

“My lips or the lip scrub?” he joked and you rolled your eyes.

“Both!” you leaned in for another peck on the lips. Tyler was smiling like an idiot, and it made you so giddy inside. 

“Okay, I really need to sleep for the show tomorrow. Night, Y/N.”

“Goodnight, Ty! Tell Josh I said goodnight too even though I am sure he is already asleep. Sleep well!”

“You too!” You watched Tyler head towards the bunks and you finished up in the bathroom. You pulled out the couch into your bed and hopped in. You replayed the events of the night, and even though you were exhausted, you had a hard time falling asleep because of the excitement of Tyler confessing his feelings for you. 

You had been asking your Dad to design you a suit for the longest time, probably since you had turned 10. Obviously, a suit was too dangerous for a 10 year old and there was no reason for you to have one, but you envied the way your Mom and Dad were able to fly around the city.

Once you started training in self-defense, your wishes of receiving a suit grew exponentially. You wished for it every birthday, it was on every single Christmas list, and any time you would see Peter Parker in his suit you would rage with jealousy.

“He’s the same age as me!” you would whine to your Dad. He would always shush you, and remind you that Peter had powers and it was his job to protect the neighborhood. There was no reason for you to have a suit. You tried to argue that you also needed it for protection, and what if the aliens came back to earth and the Avengers needed a plus-one? Your Dad would not listen. He just argued that he would never put you in that situation, and that was the end of the story. 

Most people wish for a car for their sixteenth birthday, but not you. When your Dad asks you what you wanted, you handed him a piece of paper that was titled ‘Birthday List’. There was only one thing written there. “suit”. 

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“Goodmorning, Y/N,” your Mom greets you as you bound down the stairs and shuffle into the kitchen. “Happy birthday!”

“Thanks,” you mumble, still half asleep. You rub your eyes as you feel a pair of arms wrap you up in a hug. 

“There they are!” You were now being picked up and spun around, the room becoming swirls of color and your stomach was objecting. “You’re sixteen!” 

“Dad! Put me down!” you squirm in his hands and he set you down gently. You almost topple over from the dizziness, but his hand catches you. 

“Sorry, but I can’t believe you are sixteen! You know, when I was sixteen I was-”

“Do I smell bacon?” you interrupt your Dad, not wanting to hear one of his childhood stories. 

“I made bacon quiches!” your mom opens the oven to check on them, and the smell makes your mouth water.

“My favorite!”

“Exactly! Do you want any coffee?” she asks and you nod. 

“I can get it,” you walk over to the coffee pot and pour yourself a cup with just enough room for some hemp milk creamer. 

“How does it feel to be sixteen?” your Dad asks, also grabbing a cup of coffee. 

“It feels the same,” you shrug. You realize you were so distracted by your Mom and Dad that you didn’t even realize the decorations in the living room. There were clear balloons which were filled with confetti decorating the walls, along with gold streamers and two very large ones shaped like the numbers 1 and 6. 

“Do you like the decorations? Sam helped me with them all night!” your Dad says after noticing your staring.

“The balloons could spell out 61,” you giggle. “Maybe they are for you, old man.”

“Excuse me? What? I am nowhere near that age!” He gets defensive.

“It’s a joke, Dad.” You laugh at how flustered he gets. You look back around at the room and notice a singular present on the coffee table. “Is that for me?”

“No, it’s for the other person in the house who is turning sixteen. Yes, it’s for you!” your Dad teases. 

“Can I open it now?” you ask with wide eyes. You watch your Dad slowly look over at Pepper, asking for confirmation and she responds with a slight nod and smile. 

“Go ahead!” he claps his hands together.

You walk over to the box, which was perfectly square and was a pretty average size. You shake it, and you hear something small rattle inside. Slowly, you unwrap the red and gold paper and open the lid of the box. Inside was another wrapped box, but smaller. 

“You guys did not do that stupid joke,” you groan as you continue opening the gift, revealing yet another wrapped box, but even smaller. You glare over at your parents who were smirking as they watched you. Carefully, you peel off the paper and you honestly were expecting another box but instead, you are met with a small keychain.

“No way,” you gasp. You pick up the keychain and eye the silver key attached to it.

“Is that what I think it is?”

“Maybe,” your Dad chuckles.

“You got me a car?” you shout. You stand up and run to the elevator.

“Hold up,” you Dad stops you. “Follow me.” 

“Aren’t we going to the garage?” you ask, confused. 

“Follow me I said!” he was already walking down the stairs to the floor below which was where his lab was located. 

“To your lab?” you ask, catching up to your Dad who was practically speed walking. He couldn’t stop smiling.

“I think those keys might go to something in there,” he says softly, punching in his code. You peer around his shoulder into the huge lab and see a large silver safe, like the ones he keeps his special suits in. 

“Dad,” you whisper. Your brain was running a hundred miles a minute, and your heart rate was through the roof.

“There’s a code on there, but I think using the key would be more special. Go ahead!” his hand squeezes your shoulder and you slowly walk towards the silver safe. You look at the touchpad where you enter your personal ID code, next to it,  a small keyhole. Gently sliding the key in and turning it, the door to the safe opens with a whoosh. 

“Holy shit,” you gawk at the platinum silver and red suit in front of you. It was smaller than your Dad’s and you knew instantly that your birthday wish had been granted. 

“Do you like it?” he smirks, taking in your excitement. Your jaw was still wide open and you couldn’t stop hopping in place.

“This can’t be for real! Dad, are you serious? It’s mine!?”

“Yes! It’s all yours!” 

“Oh my god!” you shriek. You feel like running around with all the excitement and energy that was bubbling inside you. 

“I take it that they liked it?” Pepper’s voice rings from the doorway.

“Yes! A million times yes! Thank you so much guys!” you throw your arms around your Dad, wrapping him up in a hug.

“Anything for you,” he whispers. You release him and give Pepper a hug as well. 

“Don’t thank me! This was all your Dad. He has been working on this suit for the past six months!”

“Six months?” your eyes widen.

“Why do you think you haven’t been allowed down in my lab?”

“I don’t know, top-secret Avenger stuff? I just can’t believe it! Can I try it on?” 

Your Dad chuckles, “Yes, but first let me explain what it does, okay? It’s not a suit made for fighting, it’s a suit made for protection. So, while yes, you can go out flying and enjoy it, you need to be responsible. Okay?”

You nod, “Yes!” You walk over to the suit and take a better look at it. It was almost exactly like your Dad’s, but instead of red and gold, it was mostly silver with some red embellishments. 

“FRIDAY is hooked up to it as well, and it can fly just like mine and Pep’s.”

“Does it have laser beams?” you ask.

“No, there’s no reason for it to have laser beams.”

“But what if-”

“No, Y/N, no what if’s. If you are not responsible for the suit, then it will be taken away from you. Understand?”

“Yes, sir,” you nod. You so badly want to try it on. 

“We will have to teach you how to fly in it, it’s more difficult than you would think.”

“It looks easy when you do it,” you giggle.

“You should have seen me the first time I tried it, I literally flew all over my old garage.”

“I’ll be safe!” you plead. “I want to try it on and fly!” You grab your hands together and look up at your Dad with puppy-dog eyes.

“Okay, so here are these,” your Dad hands you two bracelets. They resemble the ones he used to wear. “I didn’t think you would want to insert machinery into your arms and these are much safer.”

“Can’t I just step into it?” you ask.

“You don’t want to feel what it’s like to have it form around you?” 

“It seems nerve wracking,” you confess.

“I’ll be right here, I promise it will be okay.” Your Dad snaps the bracelets on your arms and presses a few buttons on them. “Okay, so tell FRIDAY to activate Sweet 16.”

“You named it Sweet 16?” you roll your eyes.

“It’s fitting!” he chuckles.

“FRIDAY?” you call out. “Activate Sweet 16.” A whirring sound forms behind you and you watch as the suit starts to move. 

“Keep your arms out!” your Dad informs you and you do as he says. You brace yourself for impact as you see the pieces start to move, but they softly mold themselves to your body. First, the arm and leg pieces, making you shiver as the cold material touches your bare skin. You were still in your pajamas. 

The chest piece was a little more rough, causing you to back up a bit.  All that was left was the helmet. You look over at your Dad who had his arm wrapped around Pepper. He was smiling softly as he watched you transform right in front of him. 

“Dad?” you mumble as you prepare for the helmet.

“It’s okay!” you hear but you close your eyes as you see the helmet coming towards you. It is slow and gentle, the opposite of what you were expecting, and when you open your eyes you are welcomed with FRIDAY”s voice.

“Welcome to your suit,” her voice chimes in your ears. You look over at your parents, and Pepper had tears in her eyes.

“What’s wrong?” you ask your Mom, and she just shakes her head.

“You’re just all grown up!” 

“You’re embarrassing,” you mumble underneath your breath. You glance over at your Dad, who was still smiling. 

“Well, how does it feel?”

“It’s cold in here,” you laugh. 

“Tell FRIDAY to turn on the heater.”

“There’s a heater?” you gasp. “FRIDAY, turn on the heater!” Instantly, a warmth surrounds your body.

“Nice, huh?”

“Mmm,” you hum in agreement. You turn your head and it isn’t as heavy as you were expecting. Every time you had seen your Dad walk in his suit, it seemed like it weighed at least 80 pounds on him, but in fact it wasn’t that much at all. 

“Want to learn to fly?” your Dad questions and you nod. 

“Here?” 

“Ha, no, not unless you want a repeat of what happened to me. Let’s go to the gym.” Your Dad follows Pepper out of his Lab and towards the elevator, and you shuffle behind. The clank of the metal against the floor was loud, and you try to take quieter steps.

“At least there is no way of you sneaking out in this,” Pepper teases.

“Mom!” 

“It’s a joke, Y/N.” She turns around and flashes you a smile. You were used to her looking down at you since she was a few inches taller, but now she was looking up at your suit. It was odd.

As you ride in the elevator, you keep glancing around and watching what FRIDAY had to tell you via the screen. You were able to check on your vitals, as well as other individuals’ vitals, and it was just fascinating. It was a lot like a pair of Stark Glasses that your Dad had given you for Christmas last year, but way more advanced. 

Once you arrive in the gym, you begin to sweat from the nerves of learning how to finally fly, but also because the heater was almost too hot. You tell FRIDAY to turn the heater off as you watch your dad give a short tutorial of everything the suit can do. You wish yours had all the weapons his did, but you understand why yours wasn’t equipped with deadly rockets when you were only 16.

“The rockets come from the feet and hands, and they are much more powerful than you will first expect. To hover, you need barely any propulsion. Think as if you were going to touch something very fragile, you just need to be cautious and in control,” your Dad explains. You watch in awe as he hovers a few feet above the ground, the whirring of the rockets ringing in your ears. You have seen him fly many times before, but it always interested you. 

“Ready to try?” Pepper asks. You could tell she was nervous, probably because she had to deal with your Dad learning all of this for the first time. She says that he is the reason why she started to go gray early.

“I guess.”

“Don’t be nervous.” Your Dad lands softly and opens his mask so his face is visible. He puts his hand on the shoulder of your suit. “You can do this.”

“I can do this,” you repeat, nodding slowly. You close your mask and get prepared to raise off the ground slightly, but your Dad was correct with how much more powerful it was because you shot you straight up into the air, making you yelp. 

“See? Powerful! Now try to hover!” your dad shouts up at you. You focus on lowering the power of the rockets, and surprisingly it works. You start to descend a bit and hover above the ground like your Dad was.

“Whoah,” you sigh to yourself.

“Nice!” Your Dad gives you a thumbs up. “Now try using more power to move around!” 

“Okay.” You put a little more force and you thrust forward a bit, but as you start to practice moving you quickly get the hang of it. In about ten minutes you were able to land, take off, and fly in a circle throughout the gym.

“You’re doing so much better than I was expecting!” your Dad gives you a high five as you land and reveal your face, which was dripping with sweat. 

“It’s tiring trying to figure out exactly how much power to use.”

“You’ll get used to it, want to go fly outside now?” he raises his left eyebrow.

“Tony, is that a good idea? They just learned how to fly!” Pepper interrupts, she was always super protective of you.

“Mom,”you groan. “I can do it!”

She purses her lips as she gazes back and forth between you and Tony. “Alright, but please be safe. I don’t want to have to put on a suit and come find you two all jumbled together in the middle of nowhere.”

“You can trust me, love,” Tony walks over and places a kiss on her forehead. “I will never let anything bad happen to them, or you. I promise.”

“I love you.”

“I love you too.” 

“Ew,” you pretend to gag as you watch your parents kiss in front of you. “Can we go now?”

Your father laughs, “Yes, grab my hand and once you get used to the feeling of flying with a heavier amount of power, then you can let go and just follow me across the city, alright?”

“Yes, sir!” You grab a hold of his suit with yours, metal fingers intertwined. The skylight of the gym opens up to reveal an opening to the sky. You mentally and physically prepare yourself for the jolt, and before you know it you are flying up in the sky following your Dad. 

It was mesmerizing. The blue sky and clouds are now underneath you as your Dad pulls you higher and higher until he looks back at you. He nods and lets go of your hand, and you start to fall a little, but quickly thrust your rockets and follow behind him. 

He starts to go lower, back towards the city, and you notice how tiny the people look, just like ants. Your Dad is twisting and turning between the trees, and you follow him closely, making sure to avoid the obstacles. He even does a little spin to show off, and you just giggle in your suit.

“How are you doing?” his voice breaks through the intercom in the suit.

“This is so fun!”

“Exactly! We should head home now though, once you get about 20 feet above the ground, make sure to loosen up on the rockets or you will crash into the house.”

“Okay,” you answer shakily. You only had practiced landing from about 10 feet from the ground, definitely not from about 50 feet which was where you were about now. You follow your Dad’s instructions, and when you receive the signal to slow down, you do so and even though your landing could have definitely been softer, you still avoid a crash. 

“I’m so proud of you!” your Dad calls out. His mask raises and you can see the look of pure excitement on his face. 

“Thank you, Dad. For everything. This is the best birthday ever.” You wrap your metal arms around your Dad as you try to hug him.

“I never thought I would hug my own kid while we both wear suits,” he chuckles.

“Can I have a fancy name like ironman? Can I be like the majestic 26?”

“Majestic 26?”

“Yeah, because Iron has the atomic number 26!”

“I think we can come up with something, we can do some brainstorming later on! Let’s go have some lunch.”

“Sounds good, Dad. Thank you so much again.”

“Of course, I’m glad you had a good sixteenth birthday. I love you infinitely.”

The prank war between you and Peter Parker started innocently when you would sneak up on him in your father’s lab. He would then return the favor by scaring you when you got off the elevator. You both would get so paranoid that neither of you could even go thirty minutes inside the tower without looking over your shoulder. What first started as trying to startle each other, turned into more aggressive pranks. The first one was completed by Peter, with the help of Bucky, while they gave you an oreo filled with toothpaste. 

That bite of the oreo was the unfortunate beginning of the long-lasting prank war. It had been around three months now since it has first started, and everyone in the tower (especially your Dad), was wishing it could finally end once and for all. 

The pranks have included you putting plastic in front of your bedroom door, then proceeding to yell for him because of an “emergency”. Peter has always been protective of you, like an older brother, so he ran as quickly as he could. His face slammed into the plastic, attaching itself to him, and he went flying forwards to the ground. You also put plastic on his shampoo bottles, underneath the lid, and it took him a solid ten minutes to figure out why his shampoo was not coming out. 

He also got you good a few times, including replacing the saltshaker with sugar. That one was just cruel because Peter knows how much you love salt with your dinner, and he ruined an entire meal. He also would constantly hide fake bugs and snakes inside your room and you always would end up shrieking at first sight. They were just so realistic-looking from far away!

The last prank that occurred was when you put tape on the bottom of Peter’s computer mouse, making him believe that it was broken. You only revealed it was a prank when he started to order himself a new one online. You knew that it was your turn to get pranked next, and you had been on edge all week. It had been six days, and usually, they would occur only four to five days afterward. 

“Have you seen Pete?” you asked your Dad who was down in his lab working on some nanotech. He shook his head and continued to focus on the work in front of him. You groaned dramatically and shuffled to the hallway. Maybe some of the other Avengers knew his whereabouts. It was a Sunday, and usually, he spent it inside the tower either working on homework for school or engineering something in the lab.

“Sam, Steve, you guys seen Peter anywhere?” you peered your head inside the training room. 

“I haven’t sorry,” Steve replied while wrapping his knuckles with tape, getting ready to train with Sam. 

“I swear to god if he is up to something,” you mumble to yourself. You felt on edge, and you wished you could have “senses” like Peter does (even though for some reason he almost always fails to see your pranks coming). 

You walked up the stairs to the kitchen and common area but there was still no sign of the brown-haired boy. Vision and Wanda were busy cooking dinner when you sat down at the counter. You knew that both of them would be able to tell you where Peter was because of their powers. 

“Wandaaaa, Visionnnn,” you sing-songed. “Do you guys happen to know where the spider-ling is?”

“Oh yes, he is,” Vision started to say but Wanda took a spoonful of whatever she was cooking and plopped it into his mouth.

“Taste this,” she said, staring into Visions’ eyes. She looked back over at you innocently, “No, we haven’t seen him anywhere! I think he might have gone out on a day patrol”

“Day patrol?” you scoffed. “On a Sunday?” 

“Yes,” Wanda gave you the sweetest smile she could muster. 

“Alright, whatever you guys say.” You stood up from the counter and headed back up the stairs to your bedroom. You didn’t want to waste one of your free days with worrying about Peter and whatever he had planned for his prank, and the more you thought about it, you realized that this is probably exactly what he wanted. He wanted you to expect him to do it on a Sunday, and have you worried about all day. 

“Think you can outsmart me, Spidey?” you mutter under your breath. Once you entered your room, you threw yourself onto your bed and grabbed your phone from the charger. You wanted to do a little work out in the privacy of your room instead of the training room. You connected your phone to the speakers in your wall and shuffled your work out playlist. You were already wearing your work out shorts, but you decided that you would be too hot with the sweatshirt you had on, so you ripped it off, leaving you in just your sports bra, and you sat on the ground so you could start doing sit-ups. 

“Holy shit,” a voice spoke from above you. A guttural scream ripped through your throat as your eyes shot up the ceiling. 

“Peter? What the fuck?” you quickly grabbed your shirt and threw it on top of you as Peter hopped down from the ceiling. He was wearing his suit, but without his mask. His cheeks were as red as a tomato and his lips were pinched together as he stared at you with wide eyes.

“I-I, t-thought,” he stammered. 

“What are you doing in my room? On my ceiling?” you raised your voice. “Is that part of the prank war!?”

“You usually take naps on Sundays so I was going to wait for you to fall asleep and then scare you!” he confessed, throwing his arms around wildly.

“Peter that is messed up,” you scolded him. “And freaking creepy!”

“It would have been so good though! Plus how was I supposed to know you were going to work out in here, that is what the training room is for!”

“It’s my room, Parker.” You crossed your arms and glared at him. “How did you even get in here? My room is locked.”

“The window.”

“The window!?” you practically let out of a laugh. You were astonished at what lengths Peter was going to, to try to win this prank war. 

“It would have worked if you had just taken a nap!” 

“You can not blame this on me, sir,” you pointed a finger at him. “This has gone too far, and your prank failed, which means I won!” 

“No way! You did not win! My pranks have been way better than yours!”

“As if!” you took a step closer towards him. You were starting to get angry, and you could feel your body get warm with frustration. 

“Your pranks suck!” he spat. 

“You’re the one that still falls for them even though you have a Peter tingle,” you mocked. 

“Don’t call it that, Stark.” Peter tried to take a step towards you so he could tower over you but you shoved his shoulders, causing him to stumble backward. 

“Your peter tingle literally does not work.”

“Shut up!” he shouted but you grabbed the cup of water that was sitting on your desk and splashed him in his face. He looked at you in disbelief from underneath his wet brown curls. 

“Got you again, Parker,” your eyes narrowed. 

“Ahh!” Peter yelled and before you knew it your hand was webbed to the cup you were holding. 

“Peter Benjamin Parker!” you shrieked. “You are not allowed to use your webs on me!” You ran towards him, trying to grab onto his hair with your free hand, but Peter dodged you. He ran out of your room but you quickly followed him. 

“S’cuse me!” Peter said as he turned the corner and almost ran into Steve. 

“Get the fuck back here!” you chased after him.

“Language!” Steve yelled behind you, but you ignored him. Peter was already rushing down the stairs and you did not want to lose him. You were surprised at how difficult it was to chase someone while holding a cup that was webbed to your hand. 

“Peter!” you chased him all the way down to the labs. You stopped suddenly as you saw Peter being held by your Dad. 

“What have I told you guys with running in the house? There is outside for a reason!”

“He started it!”

“She started it!” you both shouted at the same time. Tony let go of Peter and rubbed his temples. 

“Peter, I expect more out of you, especially when you are wearing that suit. You don’t want me to take it away, right?”

“No, Sir,” he shook his wet head. 

“Now, Y/N. You’re a Stark so I do expect this from you but can you please just leave it alone? I’m so tired of this prank war you guys have going on.” Tony put air quotes around “prank war”.

“He snuck into my room through my window! He invaded my privacy and then webbed my hand to the cup!” I shook the cup furiously. You heard Peter giggle, and you shot him a death glare.

“Peter,” Tony turned to look at the frightened boy. “Say you’re sorry and I better never hear about you sneaking into my daughter’s room again, you hear me?”

“Yes, s-sir.”

“Now, go get the web dissolver and I expect you two to be on your best behavior or I will ground you both!”

“Yes, sir,” you both mumble. You follow Peter to his desk in Tony’s lab and open up a bottle that was labeled ‘web-be-gone’.

“You need a better name for this stuff,” you tease.

“Why? I like the name.” He placed a few drops on your hand and soon it was let free of the cup. 

“It needs more pizazz.”

“True,” he chuckled. “I’m sorry I snuck into your room. You’re right, it was an invasion of your privacy.”

“It’s okay. I’m sorry I pushed you and threw water in your face.”

“I’m sorry I webbed your hand.”

“I’m sorry you got in trouble with my Dad.”

“I’m sorry-”

“Okay, I think that’s enough apologies,” you interrupted him, laughing. “We good?”

“We good,” Peter smiled. He raised his hand for a fist bump.