Lady Stark// Peter Parker x Stark reader
Summary: After the blip a lot of people couldn't return to their old life, for many reasons, y/n stark or "Lady Stark", the daughter of tony stark took them in and they are now a famous gang in New York city. Peter Parker, her old boyfriend, worries about her and asks her if she can join their field trip to Europe.
Words: 1761
Is set in Far from home, after the events of endgame.
Pairing: Peter Parker x stark reader!
Cast:
Eminem as Jace/Shady.
Thomas Brodie Sangster as Elliot.
Masterlist:
New York City | 3:14 AM | Southside
The sky bleeds orange over the rooftops — not from the sun, but from the flames licking up the edge of 45th. Another building, another warning.
I stand on top of the shelter’s roof, hoodie up, metal railing cold under my fingers. Smoke coats the air. Sirens wail in the distance, but they won’t come here. Not this part of the city. Not for us.
They never do.
“Got a light?” a voice says behind me — low, scratchy, teasing.
I turn, and there he is. Jace, But people just call him Shady, just because of him always acting Shady, but you can still trust him. Behind him are a few others of my men, most of them are black, some black men Jace is white though, and so is Elliot but he’s not present. Jace is leaning against the rusted door, cigarette between his lips, dirty-blond hair pushed under a black beanie. His hoodie’s torn at the shoulder, and there’s dried blood on his knuckles.
I raise a brow. “I told you to stop picking fights with the West End boys.”
He shrugs, lights the cigarette with a spark from his lighter. “Wasn’t a fight. It was a conversation. I just talked louder.”
I snort, but I’m tired. Not laughing-tired. Bone-tired.
Running this place — feeding people, housing them, it’s a war. A quiet one. One no one gives awards for. Now you might think “gangsters?” They aren’t. Not at first.
They were teachers, janitors, mechanics. Some were fathers. One had been a newlywed. All of them had something — someone — before the Blip.
And then they didn’t.
When they came back, the world had restructured without them. Governments handed out apologies. Families handed out restraining orders.
No one wanted them.
Except me.
Me, y/n Stark, the oldest daughter of Tony Stark, took them in and bought houses for them in the southside part of New york city. Not out of pity — out of rage. I knew what it meant to be left behind, to be unwanted after the dust settled. That’s how I felt when my father suddenly had a kid after I got blipped away.
Now they guard the southside like it's sacred ground.
They fix broken pipes, cook for the runaways, watch the doors like hawks. And if anyone threatens the safety they’ve clawed back?
They don’t call the cops.
They call me.
“They torched the supplies,” I say quietly, eyes back on the flames. “That was a month’s worth of meds. Gone.”
Jace steps closer, his voice lower now. “We’ll figure it out. We always do.”
I shake my head. “I can’t keep doing this alone.”
He doesn’t say anything. Just passes me the cigarette.
The shelter behind us used to be a factory. Now it’s home to six gang units, forty-seven runaways, two newborn babies, and a seventeen-year-old hacker who rewired our entire security system using scrap metal and an old Iron Man drone.
It’s not perfect. But it’s ours.
They call me Lady Stark out here.
Because I’m Stark’s kid. The one who vanished.
Because Game of Thrones is our favorite show.
Because I don’t exist in their world anymore — not Pepper’s, not Peter’s, not Morgan’s.
Just here.
With my people.
With Jace — the boy who make sure we got weapons, who grew up in a trailer with bruises for lullabies, who calls me “boss” but follows no one.
“Y/N.”
His voice breaks through the smoke again, quieter now.
“There’s someone asking for you at the gates. Said his name was... Parker.”
My stomach drops.
I turn my head slowly. “Peter?”
Jace’s jaw clenches. “Yeah. Exactly, huge nerd, had a star wars t-shirt.. You want me to tell him to fuck off?”
I don’t answer.
Because my chest is burning and not from the cigarette.
“No, let him in, he’s an old friend..”
“Just a friend?” he asked with a red face, was that jealousy?
“No,” you answered honestly.
He hesitated, jaw twitching like he wanted to argue — but you were the boss. So, he stepped aside.
The door creaked open, and Peter stepped in.
He looked the same. A little older maybe. Still had that boyish guilt in his eyes, like he never quite got over disappointing people.
You stood up straighter, crossing your arms.
“What are you doing here?”
Peter shifted uncomfortably, hands stuffed into the pockets of his hoodie.
“I just… wanted to see how you’re doing. We didn’t really talk at your dad’s funeral.”
You arched a brow.
“Well, I was mourning.”
The words came out sharper than intended — but you didn’t take them back.
Beside you, Jace didn’t move. He stayed leaning against the wall, arms crossed, silent but unmistakably protective. His eyes never left Peter.
Peter cleared his throat.
“Right. Yeah. I just… I’m going overseas with my school soon. You know, Midtown High? You used to take a class there, maybe they'd let you—”
You cut him off.
“Don’t have time for a school trip.”
Your voice dropped, less annoyed and more curious now.
“What are you really doing here, Peter?”
He exhaled, shoulders tense.
“I saw one of your guys rob a store last night. I tried to stop them, but they got away. Took the money — but more importantly, they stole a ring. It meant something to the owner. I don’t care about the cash, but… the ring? That should be returned.”
Your jaw clenched. You didn’t look at Peter — you looked at Jace instead.
“Did you rob a store last night?”
Jace smirked, cocky and relaxed.
“I was with you the entire night.”
You flushed. He wasn’t lying. You had been together… doing stuff.
Still, you pressed.
“What about Elliot? Or the others?”
Jace rolled his eyes.
“Elliot and some of the guys tried to hit a grocery store. But fucking Spider-Man showed up—”
“That’s me, by the way,” Peter interrupted.
Jace blinked, then burst into a short laugh.
“You? No way.”
Peter didn’t respond. Instead, he calmly raised his hand, flicked his wrist — and a thin web shot out, latching onto the corner of a cabinet. He gave it a light tug, letting the web snap and curl back like elastic.
Jace stared for a second, then gave a slow nod.
“…Huh. Alright. Cool party trick.”
Then, more seriously,
“Still doesn’t mean you weren’t snooping.”
You held up a hand before they could start.
“Enough.”
Your gaze returned to Peter — and this time, there was a trace of something else in it. Tiredness. Maybe hurt.
“I’ll talk to Elliot. If the ring’s here, I’ll get it back.”
Peter nodded once.
“Thanks. That’s all I wanted.”
Peter stood awkwardly in the doorway, hands shoved in his pockets again.
"You should come," he said quietly.
"The trip. Prague, Paris and London. Could be good for you."
You blinked. Then I laughed. Not the sweet kind — the kind that said you have no idea who I am anymore.
"Fuck no."
Peter smiled faintly, like he expected that answer.
"Figured."
He glanced around once more — like he was looking for the girl he used to know buried somewhere in the gang leader you’d become.
"Take care, Y/N."
You didn’t answer, and he left.
The door clicked shut behind him, and silence filled the room. You could still feel the shadow of Peter’s presence. His voice. His guilt.
Then Jace was in front of you, eyes darker than before. He grabbed your chin with his hand, firm but not cruel, and kissed you — hard. Possessive.
When he pulled back, his breath was hot against your lips.
"You never mentioned you dated fucking Spider-Man."
You smirked, your hands sliding under his jacket.
"Jealous, huh?"
Jace chuckled low in his throat, lips brushing yours again.
"Nah. Just wondering how a nerd in a star wars shirt managed to get your attention."
He kissed you again, slower this time. I remember meeting Peter, or “Spiderman” for the first time. It was late, I must've been 15 or even 16 or something. I was doing some homework while listening to music, then I caught something by my window…
A silhouette crouched on the ledge — awkward and definitely not blending in.
I rolled my eyes, pulled my hoodie tighter, and opened the window.
“Are you stalking me, or just bad at hiding?”
Peter nearly toppled off the ledge, flailing like a puppy caught mid-chew.
“I—no! Mr. Stark just asked me to—uh—check in.”
I crossed my arms, smirking. “You mean spy on me. Classy.”
He rubbed the back of his neck, cheeks flushing red. “Not spy. More like… protect. You know. Patrol. With bonus Stark points.”
I chuckled. “You’re awful at this.”
Without another word, I stepped aside. “Come in before you fall and break your neck. I’m not explaining that to my dad.”
Inside, the air felt different. Awkward, but not in the way bodyguards usually made it.
Peter shuffled his feet, trying to be polite, and I teased him like the annoying little pest he was — but not a guard.
Then, somehow, the teasing faded.
He actually listened. Didn’t treat me like a problem or some fragile Stark trophy.
I sighed, half-joking, “You’re Tony’s nerdy pet project, aren’t you?”
His blush deepened. “Maybe…”
I let my guard drop for just a second. “It’s suffocating, you know? Living in this shadow.”
He nodded, quietly. “I get it. Responsibility you never asked for.”
I caught his eyes and leaned in — almost kissing him — before pulling back with a sly grin.
“You’re cute, Spider-Boy. But you work for my dad.”
He stumbled out, probably texting Ned in full panic mode.
The first time I met Peter Parker was just... normal.
He showed up in the kitchen one afternoon, looking way too nervous for someone working in Stark Tower.
“Hi, I’m Peter. Tony’s new intern,” he said, trying to sound confident but failing spectacularly.
I barely glanced up from my phone. “Right. Stark’s intern. Heard you’re supposed to be good with tech or whatever.”
He smiled awkwardly, eyes flickering around like he wasn’t sure where to stand or if he should just run away.
Honestly? He was just some regular kid — nowhere near as interesting as the guy I’d seen swinging through the city.
Tony never told me Peter was Spider-Man — said it was too dangerous, that I didn’t need to know.
So, to me, Peter was just this shy, geeky intern who brought coffee and tried way too hard to make small talk.
I didn’t know the hero I’d secretly been falling for was sitting right across the room.
