"Stark! What the hell was that? How did (Y/n) do that?" Steve asked, as he left a still gasping Parker with the others. The captain joining Tony as he continued to look at the huge hole in the wall, that his daughter had just created.

"I........I don't know. I knew that she was working on a suit of her own. That she had tried to tell me about some new great advances she had made. I just.........well I just........."

"Just got too caught up in your importance to listen to anything that (Y/n) was trying to tell you. Right? I know I shouldn't say this. But there is part of me that understands why she's done what she's done." Steve huffed. Glaring at Tony before he re-joined the others, so that he could make sure that Peter had recovered.

Tony continued to stare out into the night sky. His mind filled with his daughter's bitter words. The billionaire not sure what to make of the threats. But knowing that he had a severe mistake by not listening to her. That like Rogers had just said, he had been too caught up in his own importance. His own work, and..........well, whatever Peter was doing, to pay his own daughter the attention she deserved, that she needed. Tony mentally beating himself up for allowing history to repeat itself. For allowing himself to become his father, and for letting (Y/n) feel like she was second best. Like she was not the child he wanted. Just like Howard had done with him. But stopping this was not going to be easy. Tony hated to admit it, but (Y/n) was far too smart for her own, or anyone else's good. And if she had declared war on him and Peter, then he was going to expects the worst. He was going to be prepared to face the storm that he himself had created.

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"It was my fault." Peter gasped, as Clint and Bucky helped him to his feet. The young man still shaken from not only feeling as though he had just nearly died, but also by the way (Y/n) had so easily been able to stop him. Peter amazed by the advances that she had come up with for her suit. Advances that it was obvious by Tony's confused look, that he hadn't known about either.

"(Y/n) was just trying to take a car. She was going to leave it in the city where Mister Stark would be able to find it. She just wanted to go. Wanted to get away. If I had just let her go, none of this would have happened." Peter managed to explain. His lungs burning as he tried to suck in as much oxygen as possible.

"We have to find her. She's upset. I know (Y/n) didn't mean to do this. I have to explain. To tell her..........."

"Its ok, Peter. We'll find her. Don't worry. We will bring her home and fix all this. Now, let's get you checked over." Bruce interrupted. The doctor and Natasha helped the shaken young man to the medical room.

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(Y/n) looked up at the old workshop. It was perfect. Just what she had been looking for. The ideal base to begin putting her plan into place. Her plan to show her father, perfect Peter, and all the others, that she was a force to be reckoned with.

It had taken her some time to find the right, out of the way town. A place where they hopefully wouldn't ask too many questions. She had managed to lay low since the incident with Peter. The cash that she had been able to put away for years, was now coming in handy, and was allowing her to stay off the grid. Plus, a few old friends in low places that dear old dad had never know about, had enabled her to acquire a fake I.D. And with a brand new phone from a local Walmart, and a cheap old car. (Y/n) had got off to a good start.

A little part of her regretted what she had done to Peter that night. A few moments longer, and the arachnid might have been no more. The thought of the incident going around and around in her mind, as she contemplated what she would do next.

It wasn't that she really hated Peter, or her father. In fact, she loved them both deeply. Loved Peter more than she had ever confessed. But it had been because of that, that she had found herself pushed to those extremes. And now there was no going back. Not as though she would, even if she could. She had had enough of loving the two men, and not feeling loved in return. Of feeling, that no matter what she did, it was never good enough. That no matter what she came up with, what she designed, invented, or fixed, perfect Peter Parker could always do better. She was tired of feeling like she worked for the Avengers, and not with them. That she was just an unknown, faceless lacky that was just there to pick up the pieces when something fell apart. The kind of person that would loyally do the same job for years, then all of a sudden would be told that they were no longer needed and kicked out onto life's trash heap. Well, no more! She was a Stark, and Stark's never did anything by halves. So, if she was going to go to war with Iron Man and his little side kick, then she was going to do it with a bang.

"Miss Parker?" A soft southern accented male voice enquired. (Y/n) smiling at the alias that she had chosen, as she turned to look at the older man behind her.

"Yes. I'm Miss Parker. You must be Mister Jackson, the realtor." (Y/n) replied. Holding her hand out for the seemingly confused older man to take.

"I hope that you will excuse me for asking this, miss. But are you sure that you are really interested in this place? I mean, it's an old machine shop. I don't normally get lovely things like you, looking at places like this." The realtor asked, as he motioned at the building. His brows furrowing as (Y/n) began to chuckle softly. The young woman for once glad, that she was the unseen, unknown Stark. Her years in the labs giving her complete anonymity.

"No, I can't imagine that you do, Mister Jackson. But I'm not like other girls. And this is exactly the kind of place that I'm looking for. Now, could I take a look inside. Please?" (Y/n) replied. Smiling sweetly, as the elder man pulled a large bunch of keys from his pocket.

"Well. If you are sure, miss." Jackson chuckled, as he made his way over to the door, with (Y/n) close behind.

"Here you go." Jackson continued, as he let (Y/n) into the shop. Her smile getting larger as saw the inside of the building, and the old machines that had been left behind. (Y/n) knowing that with just a little TLC, she could have each of them back in working order. And even though the shop was nothing like the labs back at the compound, it would certainly do. The young Stark well aware that her father had managed to make his first suit from a pile of junk, with barely any tools, while being held hostage by the Ten rings, in a cave in Afghanistan. And whatever Tony Stark could do, (Y/n) Stark could do better.

"The space is twenty thousand square feet. And the price is quite reasonable for what it is. All the machinery is included in the price. But if you like, we can arrange to have it removed........."

"No. No, I'd like to keep it all. And it's just what I've been looking for, Mister Jackson. So, why don't we go to your office and finalise the details. I'd like to take possession immediately, if possible." (Y/n) interrupted. Not needing the realtor to give her all the usual spiel. Her mind too full of all the possibilities that the shop would afford her.

"Oh, er.......well, yes. Of course. If, you're sure. If you would just follow me in your car. My office is in the centre of town." Jackson replied. The older man not too sure why a young woman would want such a place. But money was money. And a sale was a sale.

"And when our business is concluded, you can tell me where I can get a good cup of coffee around here." (Y/n) smiled. Taking the old man's arm and letting him lead her out of the building.