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“No way, May! I can’t. It’s not happening.” Peter’s voice was higher than normal, clearly upset with what his aunt was suggesting.

“Please Peter, I’m sure she would love it. You know she’s not getting the same experiences as you.” May argued, she’d win this if it killed her.

“So?” Peter asked, “That’s not my fault, it’s Mr. Stark’s! I shouldn’t have to take someone that obviously hates me to my senior prom.”

May tisked, “She does not. You’re being dramatic.”

“No I’m not! Besides, she probably wouldn’t even say yes to me asking her! I’m not going to embarrass myself.”

“Peter Benjamin Parker,” May reached across their kitchen table and placed her hand on his arm. “We all know you have feelings for her. Just give it a shot, please? I missed my senior prom and regret it terribly. I don’t want Y/N to miss her chance too.”

Peter hated when his aunt pulled his full name. Hated even more when she guilted him, he couldn’t say no now. He sighed heavily. “Alright… but if she says no it’s not my fault and know I’m never going to be able to show my face at the tower ever again.”

May smiled excitedly, “Thank you.”

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“So your aunt tells me you’re asking Y/N to go to prom with you,” Tony said, just as Peter entered the lab.

Peter groaned, “Aunt May told you?”

“Yes she told me. I’m the one who suggested it.”

He could only stare at Tony in shock. “What?”

“I went to 23 prom’s Peter, they were a blast. I’m not gonna let my kid miss out on something like that just because I have her home schooled. Plus everyone knows you like her take the chance kid.”

“I can’t believe you’re the one that set me up for this humiliation.”

Tony shrugged, “i think you’d be surprised. Now go get it over with.”

“N-now?” Peter asked, a wave of nerves washed over his gut, he was not ready to face you in the slightest.

“Why not? You’re prom’s only two weeks away.”

“Uh- well- I-“

“What are you stuttering over this time spider?” You had just entered the lab and Peter was fumbling over his words. You loved hearing him nervous, it was adorable, not that you’d ever tell him that. He thought you hated him, which definitely made him not like you. But really you just got nervous and didn’t know how to flirt so you ended up being mean.

Peter sighed, then turned to face you.

“I have to go take a phone call in private,” your dad informed, heading out past you.

“I thought you had to talk to me about something!” You called to his back, exasperated with him.

He ignored you.

Rolling your eyes you turned to leave Peter, figuring he probably wouldn’t want you around anyway.

“Hey, wait,” Peter started quickly. He knew this was a set up. He’d be mad at Tony later, right now he knew he had to get this over with.

You stopped, something about the situation you were in seemed suspicious and made your stomach knot. Turning back to look at him you cocked your head. “Yeah?”

“Okay, I feel real stupid for asking but I don’t really have a choice in the matter and I’m sure you’ll say no anyway but would you wanna go with me to my prom?” He said it so quickly all you really heard was him asking you to prom.

You were stunned, but also excited. “Yeah of course I will.”

“Okay that’s totally alrig- wait did you just say yes?” Peter thought you were going to say no, so much so he almost didn’t pay attention to your real answer. So when you confirmed that you would he was real surprised.

“You were really ready for me to say no there,” you pointed out, the feeling that maybe he didn’t want you there to begin with floated through your mind.

“Well I wasn’t sure you’d want to go to a dance, where you don’t know anybody, just to go.” He rubbed the back of his neck, keeping the thought of you hating him hidden.

“You’ll be there,” you said simply. You could have argued with him, ask him if he even wanted you to go. Tell him he better not just have asked to take Tony Stark’s daughter to his prom to show off. Or maybe that your dad put him up to it. But instead you turned and left him there in the lab. Immediately going to your room to act like the giddy teenager that just got asked to prom by the guy you like, like you were.

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When the day finally came Peter was nervous and dreading it. He was hoping to have fun tonight, but now he was going to be worrying about not pissing you off and not being embarrassed by jerks at school. He definitely didn’t think he was going to have fun. You were probably going to be mean to him. What reason did you have not to be. He was just your way in. You’d probably end up with someone else for all he knew!

But, when he arrived to pick you up he pushed everything aside. He couldn’t help but focus on how beautiful you looked. Your dress fit you in all the right places. Your hair was perfect and so was your makeup.

Seeing the look on his face made you blush. You went over to him and punched his arm. “Stop staring. Is that for me?”

“S-sorry,” he apologized quickly, his eyes darting away. He held out a corsage to you.

“Yeah,” he answered simply.

“Alright you two,” Tony said entering the living room. “I promised May I would take some pictures of you two. So get together and smile you’re gonna have a great night.”

The two of you did as Tony said, wide smiles spread across both your faces just after you put the flower on your wrist and his corsage on his jacket.

You grabbed Peter’s wrist, “Bye dad!” You called from the elevator. You were ready to get to this dance. While you were nervous about tonight not being good, you were very excited to go to a prom.

The ride down was quiet, the limo that your dad had rented for the two of you was awkwardly quiet, and you thought Peter was just going to act like you weren’t there all night. So, you stopped him before getting out of the car.

“Peter,” He finally looked at you, and he could tell you were nervous, you could see it on his face. “Look, I know I’m hard to get along with but… if you don’t want me here I’m not going to bother embarrassing myself by going in there and being ditched…”

He frowned at you, the concern in your eyes making him feel awful about not even letting you take a chance to be nice. “I’d never ditch you, Y/N. And I never said I didn’t want you here.”

“Well face it Peter, you were ready for me to say no, you mentioned not having a choice which says to me that you were forced to ask me whether by my dad or your aunt I guess it doesn’t really matter. You obviously don’t want me to be here with you, so why don’t you go have a great time and the driver and I will come back to pick you up later. How’s that sound?” You couldn’t even look at him as you spoke. You weren’t sure why it was suddenly spilling from your lips. It hurt though.

Peter stared at you. He really felt bad now. He took a deep breath. “Listen, you’re going in there with me. I’m sorry I’ve made you feel that way but you hate me, who's to say you won’t be the one ditching me tonight? Yeah, I asked because my aunt made me ask you. And you know, I probably wouldn’t be mean back to you if you weren’t mean to me first. It’s hard to like someone that’s mean to you all the time. But here I like you anyway and I asked you even though I thought you’d say no. And now I just don’t get you at all. Even more than before.” He huffed and put his head back against the seat.

“I like you too,” you said it, your voice so shy he almost didn’t believe you were the one saying it.

His head snapped to look at you.

You glanced at him wearily. “I’m sorry I’m mean… I don’t try to be… I just can’t help it okay? I don’t exactly have any experience with liking someone. It scares me. And I don’t exactly have a perfect role model for relationships. I just end up being mean and I’m sorry. I don’t mean to. I like you a lot and it made me so happy that you asked me to come with you tonight.”

Peter sighed then offered you his hand. “I’m beyond willing to try this if you promise you’ll work on not being so mean all the time.”

You slid your hand into his, “I promise.”

He smiled, kissed your hand, and the two of you finally got out of the car.

It was an amazing night, you couldn’t have asked for a better one.

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Your dad’s message had just ended for Pepper. His words making both of you cry. You didn’t want to be hearing this. It was too soon.

“Sunshine,” He started to you. “I’m… I can’t express how absolutely sorry I am to you. That I won’t be there for you. I need you to remember I… I did this all for you. Every time I put that suit on it was so that the world might be a little safer for you… but look how that turned out. Just remember how much I love you. Because I’m going to be thinking about you for the rest of my time. You’ve made me so proud baby girl. Do great things.” He sent you a kiss before the footage cut off.

You sobbed into Pepper’s shoulder, unsure of what to do. Half the world was gone, the other half was in absolute chaos. Your dad was dying somewhere in space. You were just 16, you didn’t know how to deal with all of this. But somewhere in your mind, you knew what had to be done.

As soon as you settled down enough you were getting up.

Pepper wiped at her own face as she watched you. “Y/N, where are you going?”

“To the lab,” You told her. “I can’t just sit here while dad dies in space. I’m going to find him and we’re going to bring him home.”

The determination in your eyes lit the fire in Pepper. She stood and followed you. The two of you worked together in the lab. You were on a time crunch, but you were going to get this work if it killed you. Which it could, but you didn’t care you needed your dad back.

Pepper held your hand tightly as your machine started up. With your dad’s DNA you could use it to track his location no matter how far away he was.

When it pinpointed him you couldn’t stop yourself. Pepper ran after you as you headed towards the air strip. The new and improved Quinjet was there waiting. Maybe you were just starting to learn how to pilot the thing, but once you punched in your dad coordinates, you threw it into auto. Pepper didn’t hesitate to go with you. She was not going to let you go into space for your dad alone, especially if you found him and he wasn’t alive.

It felt like forever, but you knew you’d make it to him, and you did. WIth only moments to spare.

As soon as he was on the ship, a robot alien in tow named Nebula, he didn’t let go of you or Pepper.

You cried into his shoulder. “I’m so glad we made it.”

“Me too,” Tony said, kissing the top of your head. “I’m so proud of you.”

You were surprised when you heard someone knocking on your door, but when you opened it your were surprised to see the slightly panicked look on Peter’s face. You frowned at him, hoping he wasn’t coming to tell you he couldn’t do it. “Hey, Peter, everything okay?” You asked.

He hadn’t even thought about it when you asked him, he was too hung up on his own problems. He didn’t think about something that could potentially be a problem for him. “I have a problem,” he stated, rubbing the back of his neck.

You were frowning at him now. “Please don’t tell me you can’t go…”

“What?” He asked, casting a confused look at you. “No, I um… I just don’t have anything nice to wear to a wedding… I’ve never been to one and I definitely haven’t been to anything nice enough that a button up shirt and a pair of old black pants couldn’t get me through…”

You sighed in relief. “Oh thank God. I thought I was screwed for a second there.”

He was still frowning, and he felt bad for having to break this to you. “I-I mean… you still kind of are… I don’t have the money to be able to get something like that right now…”

You frowned at him, having the passing thought as to why he was going to a place like MIT if he couldn’t afford a proper suit. Then you remembered he was on full scholarship. You reached behind your door for your purse and keys. “I’m not letting this small fixable problem take down my plans. Let’s go, the mall should still be open.”

“W-what?” He asked, stepping back as you exited your apartment.

You turned to look at him. “We’re going to go get you a tux silly.”

“Y/N, no I-I can’t let you do that,” he said, following after you as you started down the stairs.

“It’s really the least I can do,” You told him.

“At least let me pay you back over time or something.” He suggested, he did not want you to be paying for things for him.

You shrugged. “Maybe,” you teased, getting into your car.

Peter sighed, giving in. He knew arguing with you about it probably wouldn’t end up well.

So, the two of you journeyed to the mall and went into the nicer department store. You found someone that could help you and they took Peter off to try some things on.

You were so surprised when he came out of the dressing room. You always thought Peter was cute, but man did his jeans, sweaters and hoodies not do him justice. You were honestly a little bit shell shocked.

“Is it okay?” He finally asked, he wasn’t sure since he’d never had to wear one before. He knew nothing about the etiquette of wearing a tux.

The tux fit him perfectly and you were glad you wouldn’t have to get rush alterations on it. You nodded. “You clean up well, Parker.”

He rubbed at the back of his neck. “Thanks,” he said, turning back to go get out of it, really just trying to hide his blush. He also didn’t want to accidentally ruin it.

When he returned you next went to find him shoes, then a bow tie that would match your favorite color dress. Finally, when you were done shopping you went to pay for it. You had hoped the cashier wouldn’t say the words, but the second she said, “Are you renting the tux or purchasing?”

“I’ll be buying it, thank you,” You answered.

“Wait, why don’t you just rent it?” He asked.

“Because, you’ll use it again and it’s my money. I’m not letting you pay me back for it either. Every guy needs to have one, it’s a pretty essential part of a wardrobe.” You told him, handing the woman your card.

You signed the receipt when you were handed it then handed Peter the dressing bag. You took the other one with his shoes.

Peter felt like he was going to be sick. He caught sight of the amount as the woman put the receipt in the bag. He was going to be paying you back for the next 4 years with how expensive it was. “Y/N, seriously,” he started on you as you made your way out of the store.

“Peter, really it’s the least I could do. Just, accept okay?” You asked, you didn’t want him to be upset about this, you really didn’t mind. You enjoyed doing things like this for people.

He didn’t answer, nor stop frowning the entire way back to your building.

When you made it back you put the car in park and looked at him. “Please don’t be upset about this all weekend, it’s going to be long enough and I don’t know what I’ll do if you’re upset the whole time…”

Peter sighed. “Sorry, I just… I feel bad…”

“You’re doing me a giant favor Peter, if anything I’ll never be able to repay you, as far as I see it buying that tux is part of this deal. Even though I would have done it anyway had I known you didn’t have one, besides the point though. I’m asking you to go to this with me. Of course I should pay for something you need in order to do it. Please… if it bothers you that much I’ll take it and donate it after the wedding’s over. But I want you to have it.”

He sighed, running a hand through his hair. “Are you sure it’s okay?”

You smiled, and took his hand. “I’m positive,” you said, giving his hand a small squeeze.

“Alright,” he said, giving in. He wasn’t going to think about it anymore. The last thing he wanted to do was ruin your weekend.

You squeezed his hand again before getting out of the car. He followed after you and thanked you once again before going into his apartment. He couldn’t get the thought of how much he liked your hand in his out of his head.

The next day the two of you tossed your bags in the car and you started on your way home.

As awkward as Peter felt, he’d always found you easy to make conversation with, so luckily it wasn’t boring for either of you. You had plenty enough in common when it came to intellect, but the same went for other things. Like your music taste, which led to a good chunk of time the two of you singing along to a playlist you had going.

You were most of the way home when you decided it was time to talk about this situation you were in. “So,” you started. “Sadly, I’ve definitely said Jason’s name to my dad before, so I’m sorry but you’re going to have to adjust quickly to being called Jason.”

Peter nodded. “Yeah, I figured that would be the case. You dated the guy long enough… I’m honestly surprised he never met your dad…”

You sighed. “Yeah well, he was an asshole. I should have known it wasn’t going to work the second time he copped out of meeting my dad.” You shook your head, you didn’t want to think about him right now. After crying about him for one night you decided that you wouldn’t anymore. You were so much better than him. “Anyway,” You continued. “Since he never met my dad, that just means he didn’t meet the rest of the family. Granted I don’t think I need to go over everyone, but I will tell you now, the wedding’s my Aunt Nat’s and Bucky’s.”

“Wait, like war hero Bucky Barnes?” Peter asked, looking over at you.

You nodded, not looking away from the road. “Yeah, you do know who my dad is right?” You chuckled. “You’re going to be okay meet a bunch of big names, right?”

Peter hit his head back against the seat. In all honesty, he hadn’t even thought about that. The first time he met you he was so shocked by you. You were so famous in his mind that he couldn’t believe you were living across the hall from him. He never even thought that this wedding was going to be a big thing, he figured it was going to be some random couple your dad knows that you just had to go to. Now, he knew he might be trouble. He had grown so comfortable around you he almost forgot what it was like to be around a big name. Now he had less than an hour to really get himself together, because not only did he have to meet your dad, but probably a lot of others that he could under no circumstances embarrass himself in from of for his own sake.

“Hey, relax. They’re all really chill, I promise. Just act the way you act with me and you’ll be fine. Think of them as family, you don’t have to be uncomfortable around them. “ You tried to assure him, but you weren’t sure how good of a job you were doing.

He gave a stiff nod. “Y-yeah, it’s not like it’s just now hitting me that I have to not only meet Tony Stark, I have to meet all his super famous friends.”

“Peter, it will be fine. I promise.” You said, reaching over and squeezing his arm. Then another thought hit you. “How are you with PDA?”

Peter blushed and looked at you again. “I-I dunno-”

“I just ask because we need to kind of look like we’ve been dating for two years… I don’t want you to be afraid to like hold my hand…”

He nodded in agreement, glad that’s all you were actually talking about. “Oh y-yeah that’s fine, I can totally do hand holding.”

You chuckled, you could feel the nervousness coming off him in waves. “Well yeah hand holding, maybe having your arm around me sometimes… You know like a typical amount of physical contact for a couple. I’ve always been big on tiny kisses, like hands, cheeks and foreheads, so don’t be surprised if I do that please… We need to be believable or my dad’s going to start getting suspicious, okay?”

“Look, I agreed to help you… I promise I’m going to try my best to not mess anything up. However, I can’t promise I won’t embarrass you…” He warned, afraid he was going to do something stupid, like make a fool out of himself.

You glanced at him for a quick second, sending him a smile. “I want you to embarrass me. I don’t think a good relationship should be ‘let me bring my straight a, jock, rich, boring as all hell, jerk of a boyfriend home to meet daddy’. No, just like I want in real life, I want a guy that’s going to make my dad look at him and go, ‘that’s really the one you want?’ and I just say ‘yup’ because he makes me happy even if he makes some mistakes and isn’t perfect.” You weren’t sure where all that came from at first, but then you did. You let out a short chuckle. “Wow, I can’t believe it took me til now to realize all that.”

Peter was more than surprised by you, but honestly, he was grateful you weren’t asking him to pretend too much. Being himself, he could do. Being who your ex was, not so much. It actually took some of the pressure off, enough that he could make a joke. “Well, I can give you all of that, minus the not having straight a’s, I gotta keep my scholarship…”

You smiled widely and chuckled again. “Let’s just have fun Peter, don’t let this be stressful, okay?”

“I’ll try not to,” He assured. “Just promise you won’t leave me alone with anyone?”

“I’ll try my hardest,” You told him.

This was the big one. The one where all the big names of the next Marvel movie were all together. You might not have that big of a name yet yourself, but you were a big focus in the next film being released so you were included too.

You were sat smack dab between Tom Holland and Robert Downey Jr. the rest if the cast around.

Jimmy Kimmel was your host and you were so excited to be there for this huge interview. The large crowd was nerve wracking but it was also exciting, you never imagined you’d ever get this far.

Jimmy, to your surprise, started with you. “So, Y/N, you’re the new edition to the group, how has it been?”

You smiled and glanced at Robert, he offered you a wink in response. You adored the man. “Well, it’s been a thrilling experience. Everyone is so awesome and offers so much advice. I’m so lucky to have been brought in as Tony Stark’s daughter. Working so closely with Robert has been an incredible experience and I hope everyone will be able to see my adoration for this man on screen.”

There was a roar of applause before Jimmy moved on, asking the other’s how they felt about your new part.

“Y/N and I really hit it off,” Tom answered. “We’ve become really good friends.”

“Do I smell a budding romance?” Jimmy asked.

The cast and audience laughed as you and Tom blushed.

“What we need to talk about is Y/N’s father daughter relationship with RDJ,” Anthony started.

Robert smiled and put his arm around your shoulders.

“I take it the two of you got close on set?” Jimmy asked.

“Got close?” Chris Evans asked, letting out a chuckle. “They were inseparable, it was like they were actually related! It was so cute, but so mushy at the same time!”

“They had great chemistry,” Mark added.

“You would think Robert had actually raised her with their similarities,” Scarlett said, a light smirk on her face.

“Did the two of you know your cast mates thought all this stuff about the two of you?” Jimmy asked.

Robert chuckled, “They relentlessly teased us since day one. When Y/N had her audition, I was in the room, and after she left I said that’s the one. She’s been so perfect for the role of Tony’s daughter.”

A few of your cast members groaned.

You chuckled lightly at them. They’d heard that a thousand times since you’d started working with them.

“I think it’s awesome,” Tom said. “They make it so believable!”

“Well,” Jimmy laughed. “I can’t wait for all of us to see the two of you up on screen sharing that kind of chemistry.”

“Yeah,” Anthony said. “Can’t wait to be nauseated watching it all put together.”

You rolled your eyes. “You’re just jealous that Robert didn’t take you under his wing.”

“I think my girl’s right,” Robert added.

Anthony groaned.

You smiled up at Robert, you wouldn’t have this relationship with him any other way. You were so glad for the opportunity to know him, especially to have him be an amazing mentor.

“Well,” Jimmy said. “That’s all the time we have! Make sure you go see the new Avengers movie out next week!”

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You had had it up to high heavens with your father. It’d been a month since the fallout and he was still complaining about having lost to Steve and Bucky.

So finally, you decided you needed to do something about it.

You threw a pair of workout gloves down on his work bench, “Let’s go.”

He looked down at them, then up to you. “Go where?”

“After having to listen to another rant this morning about your loss to Steve and Bucky. I’ve decided that you need more training.”

Tony scoffed. “It was two against one. What I needed was a fully functional suit.”

“I’ve seen the footage from F.R.I.D.A.Y. Let’s go,” you started out of the lab.

Tony decided to indulge you and followed behind.

The two of you stood in the middle of the gym. You were in a stance, ready to fight, your dad was not.

“I don’t see why we need to do this.”

“Because I'm sick of hearing how it wasn’t your fault. You had me trained by the best. Now, it’s my turn to show you a thing or two.”

“The whole reason I made you a suit was so that you’d never have to use hand to hand like this, Y/N.” Tony argued. “Besides-”

You lunged for your father, grabbing his arm and quickly twisting. You hoisted him over your back, making him land on the mat with a surprised thud.

He groaned, “What was that for?” He sat up slowly, rolling his shoulder hoping you hadn’t dislocated it.

“I’m so sick and tired of you bitching, dad! Steve literally almost killed you! And all because you couldn’t defend yourself well enough without the suit! If it wasn’t for the fact that Steve wasn’t as awful of a guy as you’re playing him to be, HE WOULD HAVE!” Tears of frustration streamed down your cheeks. You hadn’t said any of this to your father before. You didn’t show him that you were more afraid of losing him to one of his now ex-teammates than you were of him dealing with most of the other things he deals with on the daily.

Tony frowned looking up at you. He hadn’t realized what he’d been doing to you. He stood and wrapped you up in his arms. “I’m sorry, sunshine. You can help me train better, and I won’t complain about a thing.”

You sniffled into his shoulder. “Sometimes I think you forget that I don’t want to lose you, as much as you don’t want to lose me…”

He placed a kiss to the top of your head. “You’re right, I do. I’ll work on that too. Now, how about you show me some new moves?”