❝ This dude is Spider-Man? He looks like he hasn't touched a girl his entire life. ❞

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6 YEARS LATER

(Y/N) (L/N)

BEEP! BEEP! BEE—

"MARIA, TURN IT OFF."

"But Ms. (Y/N) this is your 6th time snoozing with your supposed 8 AM alarm. Are you sure to snooze again?"

"Ugh..."

Ah shit. I woke up at noon again. I stretched my body as I was welcomed by the sun's rays burning in my eye. I quickly transformed my hand into a mini shield to protect me from sunlight. "God, Stark, and his unbelievably large windows."

If you asked just how rich this, Tony Stark man is; The kitchen is on a different floor and you can only access through it by a special elevator. This place was solo, he built this mini apartment for me to live in.

After the whole Ultron Offensive thing that he didn't allow me to join and literally sent me to a different state just so I could be safe, Stark sold the tower and 'migrated' to a brand new building where I would dumo my shit.

I glance at my bedside table where a piece of unknown metal shaped like a spike stands. It was from Thor; he got it from Destroyer; it serves as a souvenir and he gave it to me. He and I seem to agree in many ways such as our daddy issues, resulting in a friendship being born.

A disastrous friendship.

Yes, we are best friends with Thor.

I reached for my glasses and adjusted them on my face. And before you could whine to the author that you don't wear glasses, these bad boys aren't graded at all. They have access to Maria, my A.I.

"Greetings, (Y/N)." The automated voice automatically detected my presence once I went to the fridge. "Morning, Maria," I reply back grabbing a cold sandwich from the fridge. "Ms. (Y/N) it is already 12:45 PM."

This digital assistant that Tony made was actually named after me.

Miraculously. And. Really. Intelligently. Annoying.

I don't even know if that's grammatically correct.

You see, my dad loved me very much. Oh, why I called him dad? After clearing his schedule and gathering enough papers, he adopted me to call me one of his own. So, I am now known as (Y/N) Stark rather than my birth name. People learned about my name only. Tony refused me to expose his only adoptive daughter to the public.

A great dad, am I right?

I used to have google searches of me but after that one incident. He deleted my name from the internet, that's how powerful he was.

No one really knows me but the Avengers, a cult my dad made to save the city and stuff.

"Maria, turn on the TV and go to the news." I hopped on the couch with my dessert in my hands. There weren't any new things to deal with today, just politicians. But I suppose people like them belong to the villain list.

The T.V glitched and flashes a man who I found very irritating.

"Why are you still in your pajamas and eating ice cream?" Tony Stark appears on screen wearing his signature fancy suit that matched along with his shades.

"Maria, turn it off." I groaned in annoyance as I walked towards the fridge to literally cool myself.

As soon as I shut the tall furniture, the screen that was engraved on the door beside the handle displayed my dad looking rather irked by my action. "Did you just asked my A.I that I created to end my call?" Tony raised a brow.

"Hey, dad nice to see you unexpectedly visiting my kitchen using the television and refrigerator's screen when you could easily go down here and see me for yourself." I retorted, placing the cold sandwich that I forgot to eat last night in the microwave.

"Didn't I say, building hours are only limited till' 10 PM?" He scolded, removing his glasses to pinch the bridge of his nose that he'd often do when talking to me. "You know I've been doing a lot of thinking and..."

"What?" I leaned on the counter table with crossed arms.

"I thought that maybe you could—"

"Be finally part of the Avengers?" I interrupted as my eyes shined in excitement and my whole body tense up. It was my dream ever since. My dad treated me like I was some kind of member of the Capulet that I should conceal myself from outside, which is the lamest thing.

"Well, no—"

"Pft! C'mon Tony, I'm just as powerful as anybody else in the group!"

"We've talked about this—"

"Well, the conversation's not done.—Just—Just look, " I raised my arm forward behind me creating an armor that filled the area of my elbow to my fingers generating a repulsor cannon on my hand that is similar to his Iron Man suit. I released the blaster.

The violet-colored muon beam hits the plant, completely destroying its life and turning them into ashes.

"Whoops."

"That was my bonsai souvenir from my Japan visit—Erm—Very impressive, but no."

"Dad, c'mon! You don't even have powers why do you get to decide?!"

"Excuse me? I'm actually the founder of this so-called group you look up to a lot." He preened, raising his tone of pride while I mimic his mouth movement.

"The only person I'd look up to is Steve because he is hot."

'If you know what I mean, hehe.'

He knows how much I fangirl for Captain America.

"He is too old for you.—Anyway! God, we completely went out of subject. What I'm saying is that I have a mission for you."

"And what is that?"

"Enrolling you to a school." He stated, checking his watch.

I furrowed my brows and inhaled sharply. "Dad, I'm 15 years old you think that trick would work on me? Dang, you're old." I grimaced, scratching the back of my neck.

"Because I want you to look out on someone for me."

"And why would I do that for you? What's the catch?"

"There is no catch. Just watch this boy and then report back to me."

"Oh, that's very easy but, maybe you'd give off some, I don't know... Extra credit?" I rubbed my index and thumb, gesturing the money sign.

"Your own bedroom, kitchen, and living room not enough for you, huh?" He remarked, with his hands pointing to my background with open fingers.

"Nope."

"Happy's right. I spoiled you too much."

"And I, thank you for that." I narrowed my eyes.

"I have some of the information you need. Name, his school, his guardian, just basically anything to have you out there." He stated, hinting that the job will be easy when it wasn't.

"Well, it's hard to study him and not be suspicious!"

"That's why it's your job."

"...Shit. So I'm left with no choice?"

"Nope."

"Okay. As far as I can recall, you promised that you'll let me participate in that Captain America fight." I bit my lip excitedly.

As you can see him and Steve is having beef right now, not sure exactly why, but I wanna be punched in the face by that boy wonder.

"Yeah, yeah, whatever you're in the team."

"So, who's this 'boy'?"

"This boy is named 'Peter Parker' A.K.A internet's sensation who he now refers himself 'Spider-Man.'"

The screen sparked a new image of a man skipping down the stairs like an excited kid. "This dude is Spider-Man? He looks like he hasn't touched a girl his entire life." I joked.

Who am I to talk? I have never even held hands with a guy before. Not like Stark would approve of it, anyway. "Hey—Hey, we're here to analyze, not comment about his life choices." He notified.

"Does this mission involved killing?" I put on a mischievous smile hoping that it will be included.

"It doesn't. It's safe, that's why it's perfect for you."

I sighed. "So, what do you want me to do? Like what specifically? Do I watch the way he eats, picks his nose or—?"

"Follow him. Obviously, evil schemes would be occupied with school hours, so he has to leave from time to time. Study his movements, attacks, and things such as that." He explained with a forced smile. "Why? Gonna hire him for assassination? You can hire me you know." I requested, pointing at myself.

"Irrelevant."

"Ugh. Moving on. So, I just take notes of his abilities and powers then that's it."

"Yes... The mission will start tomorrow."

"T-Tomorrow?! But semester began already how are you going to enter me to a school."

"I bought the school."

I blinked at him; I was speechless. "... You what?"

"Irrelevant. I'm leaving. Good luck with your first day tomorrow, sweetie. Love ya'!" Stark gives a flying kiss before ending the call in a flash.

"Ugh! I hate you!" I exclaimed, slumping my back on the sofa as I gaze up the high-positioned wall that has a complicated pattern of a chandelier.

"I heard that. Okay but seriously goodbye, love you." He comforted me sincerely with poor words, removing his glasses to look at me in the middle of my tantrum.

"Whatever, bye." As soon as I replied, the frame turned off and went back to its default setting of displaying the time and degrees of the freezer.

Tony Stark treated me more like his dog rather than his daughter. It's not like he abuses me or anything but he was lacking the father disposition I wanted to see...

Then I remember we're not blood-related.

So why would someone like me ask love from a fatherless man?

I don't know why he adopted me in the first place.

Hell, to add that, I never grew up as a normal child. Well, I may be rich as fuck but all my money goes to therapy so she'll probably inherit my dad's wealth.

"Hey Maria, go to Pinterest show me some 80s outfit."

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Fun Fact: Tony Stark himself was the person who told (Y/N) to call him dad.

A/N: i like 80s clothes idk they look so simple yet so stylish. and like jeans and a hoodie for the main character is like why. nowadays everyone knows how to style themselves periodt
maria was named after tony stark's mother

i actually thought of (y/n) crushing on thor and captain america but i change my mind regarding ur relationship with thor

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QOTD: Who in the MCU you think is attractive? (Aside from Peter Parker).

antman period ❣💘💕💞💓💖 (the power his teenage self holds omg)