❝  I'm no love expert, but you two are in love and it's becoming a threat for me. ❞

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(Y/N) (L/N)

IRON MAN'S SUIT WAS enough to humble me down and fly away from the secured ship. No matter how much I tried, I really am nothing compared to him. His creation could fix disasters like this, while all I do was bring catastrophe.

My chest was crushing itself and my head was getting dizzy as I took the wing off from the area. When I admit I'm in trouble, I'll stop fooling around and accept all of his naggings.

Smoke clouded the area as boat rescuers and helicopters approached the damaged vehicle.

Knowing Tony Stark... This ferry incident will probably be the last straw.

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Peter and I sat quietly on the outskirts of New York. We recalled all our fatal mistakes in our heads as we await our mentor and the real hero of this accident.

I glanced at Peter. He was staring down, his eyebrows straight and his eyes intense. Every breath he took was heavy, and his muscles were very tense. He too was scared to face the man we both look up to.

I put a hand behind his back and patted it to calm him down. Peter took out a quick, quiet smile before coming back to his emotional state.

He even told me to leave immediately because he didn't want me to enter any sort of trouble from his wrongdoing. It was our fault and for me to just run away and leave Peter, for all the blame is selfish. Even though he doesn't know that, I'll be the one who's in heavy annoyance. I stayed.

"Previously on Peter Screws the Pooch..." Tony arrived in his suit. "... I tell you to stay away from this. Instead, you hacked a multimillion-dollar suit so you could sneak around behind my back doing the one thing I told you not to do..." He spoke. I'm pretty sure he's also taking me for the blame since I let Peter hack his suit.

"Is everyone okay?" Peter questioned.

"No, thanks to both of you." He replied.

Peter didn't take that comment too well and faced him with an unsatisfied expression. "No, thanks to us?" He stood up from the ends to quarrel. "Those weapons were out there, and I tried to tell you about it... but you didn't listen. None of this would've happened if you had just listened to me. If you even cared, you'd actually be here."

I remain silent in the corner. I couldn't face Iron Man. And I'm here, praying that he's not inside his suit.

The technology hatched to reveal Tony Stark that has been there inside the entire time.

"I did listen, kid. Who do you think called the FBI, huh?" Tony approached Peter, who still was in disbelief at his sudden appearance.

"Do you know I was the only one who believed in you? Everyone else said I was crazy to recruit a 14-year-old kid." He admitted. "I'm 15." Peter corrected.

"No, this is where you zip it, all right? The adult is talking. What if somebody had died tonight? Different story, right? Because that's on you!" Tony pointed out.

I turned my head to see him have the same disappointed face he would always give me. "... and you." He then shifted his attention to me.

Tony puts Peter aside to walk towards me, as I still felt liable for my own actions. My throat feels like it has been crushed and I couldn't talk. My chest is aching physically and my eyes glittered with moist... I'm scared.

"And I thought you were better than this, (Y/N)... I trusted you for Peter—That's why I chose you. And this is the payback? You, teenagers, are unpredictable." He scolded.

Peter went in front of his view and blocked me away from him. "Hey, hey, Mr. Stark, please, she has nothing to do with any of this—"

"She's my daughter, Peter," Tony finally revealed.

"D-Daughter...?" He muttered as he gave way for the man I called father. "(Y-Y/N)...?" Peter called to me, who still continued to watch the sunrise.

I can't look at him. I feel so ashamed.

"We're going to have a long discussion when we get back home, young lady." He reminded before going back to Peter, who was still shocked with the revelation.

I want to apologize to Peter for lying, but I can't. Too much guilt is on my shoulder.

"If both of you died... That's on me. I don't need that on my conscience." He continued giving us both a mouthful of reprimands.

"I'm sorry. I understand."

"Sorry doesn't cut it."

Peter looked stressed, and his eyes were a shade of red. He's anxious as much as me right now.

"I just wanted to be like you..." Peter croaked out.

'And I wanted to be like him too.'

"And I wanted you to be better," Tony replied heartlessly.

"It's not working out. I'm gonna need the suit back." He ordered. I'm afraid that I will be next.

"For how long?" Peter asked, voice shivering.

"Forever."

Alright. I've heard enough. Once I heard him say that he was taking the suit back, I stood up from my spot and faced him. "Tony, you can't do that," I spoke, joining the two. "All of this is my fault. Peter shouldn't be the blame. You instructed me to keep an eye on him... And I didn't. Instead, I joined him with his shenanigans and I shouldn't have done that!"

A moment of silence occupied our argument. Tony eyed us both and studied our body language. "I'm no love expert, but you two are in love and it's becoming a threat for me." He said.

Peter and I looked at each other in disbelief. It took us by surprise. I'm speechless.

"I said that out loud, didn't I?" Tony questioned with the same monotone voice.

"Yeah, you did." I mumbled.

"Oh, sorry about that. Anyway... I'm not taking your advice, (Y/N). Both of you have caused enough trouble. I'm still taking the suit. Let's have it." He spoke.

"No, no. Please—Please this is all I have." Peter pleaded, sounding like he was about to burst into tears at any moment. "I'm nothing without this suit."

"If you're nothing without this suit, then you shouldn't have it. Okay?" Tony replied. What I hate about parents, no matter how I try to fight off my side, they're just always right.

"God, I sound like my dad," Tony mumbled as he recalled the treatment of his father towards him. Well, history repeats itself.

"I don't have any other clothes."

"Okay, we'll sort that out."

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I didn't even get the chance to say goodbye to Peter. Maybe comfort him and explain some things. Tony let him changed in some random shirt and a hello kitty pajamas to go back home.

And seeing Peter wanting to bawl his eyes out is truly breaking my heart. Was he mad that I wasn't honest with him? Did he think I was the blame for Tony's arrival? Is he still going to talk to me when I get back to school?

Tony carried me back to the facility. He hasn't said a word on the way here and I too had the right to remain silent while on his arms.

We landed on my room's balcony. He gently puts me down before taking off the suit and letting it go back to its base on its own.

"You know that I'm gonna have to confiscate some things from you, right?" Tony began, as I faced my back to him. "I know."

"But for today, that's cancelled."

I turned to him with a look of doubt. It was strange for him to say that considering that the ferry incident is probably the biggest mishaps I have done in my life. "W-What?"

Tony sighed and walked past me. "I want you to go dress up and do your best make-up. After that... Meet me downstairs." He ordered before heading inside to take the exit out.

I haven't moved an inch. He didn't yell at me for being careless; he cancelled the shouting, and now he's asking me to change, just probably for one of his stupid fancy parties? The mood swing of this man is sending me to y-axis.

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I wore a simple (F/C) sheath dress. If this was a party that we are attending to then I don't wanna look too promising and eye-catching since people only socialize with me once they retrieve the information that I am Tony's daughter.

I got downstairs to find Tony waiting for me on the door at the end of the expansion. I walked towards him and tapped his back.

Tony twisted his heel and inspected my appearance. Even though our relationship is kinda messed up, he's still protective of me, even with some clothes I wear.

"What? Aren't you gonna ask how you look?" He spoke.

I'm surprise with his sudden change of personality.

I rolled my eyes. "Fine. How do I look?" I questioned as I flared my arm up out of annoyance.

"You look beautiful, (Y/N)."

I blinked and raised a brow. No matter how much I wanted to hide it, a small quick smile passed my lips. "Thanks..." I mumbled, barely even perceived by him.

"Alright." He raised his elbow to his waist and offered me to take it. I wrapped my arm around it as both of us began to talk towards the paired up door.

"Ready your eyes for flashes, sweetheart." He warned before putting on some shades.

"What?" Since when did we have photographers in private parties?

"Introducing for the first time... (Y/N) Stark. The daughter of Tony Stark."

The door opened on its own to reveal the area flooded by people.

Cameras came shining. Chattering filled the whole area. Some were holding microphones while others were holding on to their notes and their recording gadgets.

They weren't the usual people that Dad would invite...

Photographers...
"(Y/N) Stark! Here!"
"Over here!"
"Give us a smile!"

Commentators...
"You look stunning!"
"Tell us who designed your dress!"
"Who inspired you for today's look?"

The news...
"Tell us how you are living in the Avenger's headquarters!"
"Do you fight alongside the Avengers?"
"Will you be the next 'Tony Stark' after his retirement?"

These people were from the media.

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Fun Fact: At that moment, Tony saw the spark between (Y/N) and Peter. As if he caught a glimpse of the future of them together.

A/N: lol tony dad moment in the middle of an argument

QOTD: Favorite ship that aren't canon in the MCU?

pLS. the chemistry and tension between these two 😭