Your POV
Yes, I'm Tony Stark's only daughter. I'm homeschooled, so I'm largely unknown to the public – a precaution Dad insists on for my 'protection.' Honestly, I'm so tired of it. Now, a new Avenger is arriving: Spider-Man. Another person to meet, another face to navigate. Apparently, he's sixteen, just like me. That strikes me as young, even for a superhero.
Dad arrived in his private jet on a sweltering summer afternoon, Spider-Man in tow. "Hi, sweetie," he greeted.
"Hi, Dad." I glanced past him, and saw a boy with brown eyes and curls. He was…cute.
"Whoa, Mr. Stark, I didn't know you had a daughter. Um, hi, I'm Parker, Peter. Wait, no, I’m Peter Parker," I heard him mutter to himself, a blush creeping across his cheeks.
Peter's POV
"Hi, I'm y/n Stark. Nice to meet you," she said, her voice laced with warmth. Her eyes—y/e/c—were striking, and her smile was genuine. "Dad told me to show you around, and to your room, so let's go."
She led me through the complex. I'd met most of the Avengers already, and they all noticed my interest in her. They teased me, suggesting I change my last name to Parker.
"Well, this is where you'll sleep. If you ever need anything, I'm next door down." She showed me my room. A huge TV dominated one wall, and a queen-sized bed sat beneath it. My suit was already in the closet.
"Wow, this is incredible. I'm glad I'm staying here," I said, my gaze lingering on her face. "Me too. I'm glad I finally have someone to talk to my age. I can help you unpack after dinner, and then we can watch a movie if you like," y/n offered.
"Oh my god, yes, that would be great," I blurted out, then immediately tried to play it cool. "I mean, yeah, totally."
"Great. See you then." She winked, and I felt my face flush as I blurted out, "Oh, yeah!"
Her head popped back into the doorway. "I heard that, Parker. By the way, dinner's in the dining room at six. It's a tradition, though no one’s made it official, you know?" I nodded, and she disappeared again.
Your POV
After dinner, we went to Peter's room. He hadn't unpacked much besides clothes. I turned on the TV while he began to unpack his suitcase. He meticulously arranged everything in the dresser and closet.
He was setting up a collection of hoodies when I noticed something odd. "Do all your underwear have Spider-Man on them, or is it just the one?" He slammed the suitcase shut, his face turning crimson.
"Um… I have no idea what you’re talking about. I think you’re having hallucinations or something."
"I'm kidding," I laughed, watching his embarrassment deepen. He finished unpacking, and boredom set in. "Want to see something really cool?" He nodded, and I grabbed his hand, pulling him toward my room.
"Not trying to be rude, but what’s so amazing?" Peter asked, clearly confused.
"Push that button behind the TV." He hesitated, then reached for the small button. A hidden door sprang open, and Peter jumped back. I stepped aside, gesturing toward the opening. "Welcome to my secret superhero suit stash. Also known as the Forrest. Because 4S sounds like it. I know it isn't clever."
"I love it, y/n. I didn't know you were a superhero. Mr. Stark really outdid himself on the suits."
"He didn't make them, I did. I told you it was secret. Dad won't let me actively use these suits in the field because he doesn't want me hurt. I’ve run every drill and passed every Avenger test with this suit without him knowing. The only people who know about this are Wanda and Cap. Even if they told him, he still wouldn't let me join," I said, my voice laced with disappointment.
"Well, I’m sure if your dad knew you built all these amazing suits, he'd give you a shot. Maybe one day we can battle," he offered, a chuckle escaping his lips.
"Yeah, sure, but prepare to lose. This is the only thing I do here, so I’ve had lots of practice," I retorted, winking at Peter.
"So um, y/n, I was wondering if you um…" I knew exactly what he was going to ask, so I moved closer, and kissed him. He broke the kiss, asking "Was it that obvious?"
"The Mrs. Parker thing gave it away."
"Wait, wait. What about your dad? He’s going to kill me."
"Who says he has to know?" I said, smirking. He pulled me into another kiss, his hands on my hips and mine wrapped around his neck. All I heard was a shout from down the hall: "Peter!"
He broke the kiss immediately, starting to walk out the door. "By the way, I think you'd be an amazing superhero," Peter said, winking at me, which made me blush.