Most people assume being Tony Stark’s daughter is a life of privilege. They’re wrong.
Living in the Stark mansion means no privacy, especially for a teenager. Every morning, you find yourself making breakfast for Thor, son of Odin, a task that still feels surreal.
Then there’s the Stark genetics. The intelligence, the wealth—it’s overwhelming. You have to hide your identity, slipping from “Tony Stark’s daughter” to “(Y/n) Smith.” You still hear your father badgering you every day: “Are you still Smith?”
It’s impossible to tell your friends the truth, let alone consider dating anyone at school. Your safety depends on anonymity.
There are countless other annoyances, but right now, your mind is occupied by Bucky Barnes’ recent move to the new Avengers facility. He unnerves you.
“Thanks, kid, best pancakes ever,” Thor boomed, flashing his characteristic grin. You nodded, already accustomed to the god’s compliments.
You placed plates for the other Avengers, then grabbed the syrup jar, pouring for each. You paused when reaching Bucky’s plate.
“Hm…can you eat this, or do you prefer motor oil?” you asked nervously.
Bucky stared back, unblinking. Captain America chuckled, and Sam Wilson burst into laughter.
“Girl, I love you so much,” Sam said, pointing at you.
“Just normal syrup, please,” Bucky said, his voice calm.
You glanced around, ensuring everything was okay. Serving the Avengers felt increasingly like being a maid. You noticed Sam still laughing at Bucky.
“Here’s your lunch money,” Tony said, dropping a thousand dollars into your hand.
“Dad, seriously? You can’t give me a thousand dollars every day.” You rolled your eyes.
“I can. I’m Iron Man.”
Despite the exasperation, you couldn’t help but smile. This might be the only perk of being Tony Stark’s daughter.
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“So, who’s your favorite Avenger?”
“Huh?” You glanced at Jenny, your best friend, who was asking random questions during lunch. “Oh…I don’t know. I don’t really like them.” You sipped your drink, trying to appear nonchalant.
“For me, it’s Captain America,” Jenny said.
“I’m bored of him. He’s always in those videos the teacher makes us watch… I prefer Thor.” Rose, another friend, chimed in. “What about you, (Y/n)?”
You hesitated. “Maybe…Iron Man?” You shrugged.
“Is he your type?” Jenny asked, her eyes widening.
*No, no, you all need to chill, that’s my father.* You screamed internally.
“Hey, don’t turn around just yet. Hot guy spotted looking at you.” Jenny grinned ridiculously.
You turned to see Peter staring at you, then quickly looking away.
“I said don’t turn around!”
“Oh, sorry.”
“Is that Peter? Peter Parker?” Rose asked. “How creepy. You don’t realize, (Y/n), but he’s been staring at you ever since you entered the school. Well, at least he’s cute.”
“I didn’t know…” You told Rose. You did sit with Peter in art class. He was nice, a little awkward, shy, and didn’t talk much. And yes, he *was* adorable.
But you felt a wave of unease. Being Iron Man’s daughter meant constant caution. As your friends returned to their food, you checked your watch. A second later, a photo of Peter appeared.
“Girls, I’m going to the restroom, be right back.” You hurried out of the cafeteria. You headed to the restroom, ensuring you were alone, then activated your natural-language user interface, nicknamed “N/n.”
“(N/n), check the picture I just took. Run a full profile check on him, including FBI and SHIELD records.” You quickly connected your watch to your headphone.
“Right away, (Y/n),” N/n replied, a holographic graphic illuminating from your watch.
You scrolled through the information N/n provided.
“I found no records of him in the FBI database, but his name appears in SHIELD’s classified files.” N/n reported.
“SHIELD? That’s strange.” You enlarged the SHIELD file. “Hack it, N/n.”
“I must apologize, but the file is beyond my capabilities.”
“How? We hacked Donald Trampoline’s mansion system together, locked him inside for two weeks.” You asked, surprised.
“Because your father created this file, (Y/n).”
The answer stunned you. Your dad had a classified SHIELD file on Peter Parker? Was he dangerous? What connection did they have?
“(Y/n), I’m detecting Peter Parker outside the girls’ bathroom right now.” N/n’s voice jolted you back to reality.
“Transfer control from my watch to my phone. Deactivate the hologram.” You connected your headphone to your phone and hurried out of the bathroom.
You opened the door and saw Peter fleeing. You were too late.
“Peter Parker!! Come back!!” You shouted, but he didn’t stop.
“Who are you, Peter…”
That’s when you realized your secret was no longer safe.