"Are you sure that May will be okay with me swinging by too? No pun intended." I spoke, making Peter chuckle as we walked along the hallway to his apartment.

"Of course, she loves you, almost as much as I do. And she'll want to make sure that you're okay, just as much as she wants to know that I'm okay." He nodded, looking down sceptically at the waist that I'd been holding for a day now.

"Pete, I told you, it's fine. FRIDAY said that I have three broken ribs, obviously all on the same side, just my luck. But that's why I'm in so much pain. Nothing too serious." I shrugged.

"Only in our world is three broken ribs not too serious." Peter chuckled, making me smile as he got to his door and unlocked it.

"May? I'm home-."

"Oh my god, Peter Benjamin Parker, I've been worried sick, I'm so glad you're okay!" May sighed in relief as she came running out. She immediately engulfed Peter in a hug, making him chuckle and return the hug.

"I'm okay, May, I promise." He nodded into her hair. She sighed and opened her eyes, them widening as she saw me stood there.

"Y/N, oh my god, honey, are you okay? What did that awful man do to you?" she gulped, rushing to me and also hugging me tightly. I couldn't help but smile as I returned the hug, smiling at Peter over May's shoulder.

"Apart from try to kill me a few times, nothing major." I chuckled.

"Asshole." She mumbled before pulling away to look at us both.

"I'm so glad that you two are okay. Is it all over now? Are you two safe?" she asked worriedly.

"Until the next supervillain comes along." I nodded.

"Beck's dead, May." Peter admitted, his eyes wavering slightly.

"Oh, honey, I'm sorry. What happened?" she sighed.

"He had Y/N on a roof, she managed to get out of his grip but he still wanted to die, rather than be taken in by Fury. We did everything that we could to save him, but..." Peter looked down.

"Oh, hun. I suppose that you can't save someone who doesn't want to be saved." She nodded.

"That's what my dad said." I smiled slightly.

"That's because your father is a smart man, just like I'm a smart woman." She smiled.

"That you are." Peter chuckled, making May's smile widen as she headed into the kitchen.

"I better be getting home, Happy is still outside." I nodded. Peter returned it and walked forwards. He gently took my hands and looked at me.

"You okay?" he asked gently. I sighed.

"Yeah, I just...a lot has happened in the last year, and now, it's over. I mean, I've been nearly killed several times, you've been nearly killed several times, I've nearly killed myself, we've broken up, we've gotten back together, we've both been nearly exposed, you've been led to believe that I was dead, I've been led to believe that you were dead, I almost died again yesterday-." Peter cut me off by taking my face and gently pressing our lips together. I couldn't help but smile into it, holding his face as his hands moved to my waist. I broke the kiss and bit my lip at him.

"I mean, how are we meant to carry on with our lives, being the only ones knowing all that's happened?" I whispered. Peter sighed, gently stroking his thumbs over my cheeks.

"We go to school, we graduate, we hang out with Ned and MJ, and we act like normal teenagers. That's part of what being a superhero is about." He shrugged. I sighed.

"I just don't know if I can return to normal, knowing all that both of us have been through." I admitted.

"You can, sweetheart. And you know what?" he asked.

"What?" I asked.

"I'll be right there with you." He nodded. I sighed and smiled at him.

"You promise?" I asked.

"I promise. I'm never leaving you again." He spoke softly. My smile widened and I leant up to kiss him again. He returned it, holding my face as he smiled into it. I broke the kiss after a moment and touched our foreheads.

"I have to go." I whispered, making Peter sigh and hold my face that little bit tighter.

"Okay. I guess I'll see you tomorrow then, at school." He nodded. I groaned loudly, making Peter laugh as he let me go and walked with me to his door. I opened it and looked at him.

"I love you, Peter Parker." I nodded.

"And I love you, Y/N Stark." He replied. I smiled and gently pecked his lips before heading out of his apartment, biting my lip to stop myself from smiling even more as his gaze followed me until I was around the corner in the hallway, and out of view.

"Y/N!" my eyes slowly opened as I heard dad's voice.

"What?" I shouted back.

"Get your ass down here, there's something I want you to see!" he yelled. I groaned, knowing that whatever he wanted to show me probably wasn't worth leaving the comfort of my bed for, but I stood up anyway. I grabbed my hoodie and pulled it on as I slumped along the hallway and down the stairs.

"What's so important that I had to get up that instant-." I stopped speaking as I walked down the stairs to see everyone stood in the living room, looking at the TV.

"Come on, kid." Dad urged, waving me over. My eyebrows furrowed as I walked over to him, but the nervous feeling in the pit of my stomach disappeared when dad swung his arm over my shoulder and pulled me into his side, telling me that whatever was on the TV was good news. I looked at the screen to see the news on, the image of dad's upstate compound onscreen as police officers walked people out.

"Breaking news, just minutes ago, twenty Stark Industries employees were arrested in connection with the recent crimes of Quentin Beck, also known as Mysterio." The woman spoke. My eyes widened and I looked at dad to see him smiling at me.

"The whole team stayed up all night, looking at Stark Industries employees' files and rooting every single one of those assholes out. We got everyone who had a connection to Beck, and not only did I fire them, but I informed the FBI. He won't be bothering us again, in any shape or form." He nodded. I couldn't help but choke, tears of happiness pricking my eyes as I hugged dad tightly.

"The supervillain, Mysterio, real identity Quentin Beck, was confirmed dead in the early hours of this morning. The charges against him included fraud, public misconduct, endangerment to life, two counts of kidnapping a minor, and finally, the attempted murder of Y/N Stark." The woman spoke. I froze and my eyes widened further as I heard my name.

"Shit, dad-."

"It's okay, kid, it's all part of the surprise." He chuckled. I looked up at him with furrowed eyebrows before turning back to the TV.

"In a shocking turn of events, the death of Quentin Beck was followed by world-renowned billionaire and Avenger, Tony Stark, releasing several photos of him with a girl, who he claims is his daughter." She spoke. My eyes widened further, making everyone look at me with smiles on their lips.

"Mr Stark took to social media and posted these photos, along with a caption reading the following: "Following the recent events with Quentin Beck, also known as Mysterio, in which unfortunately my family was caught up in, I realise that some things in life, you can't deny, or reject, or lie about. One of which is family. So, I think it's time that I introduce the world to my sixteen-year-old daughter, Y/N Maria Stark. I have kept her a secret since her birth for the sole reason that I wanted to protect her, but the recent events showed me that this isn't the way to go. I have a daughter, who I love unconditionally, and I will protect until I die. I love you, kid. Welcome to the world." The woman finished reading. I choked, tears now streaming down my face as I stared at the photos onscreen, the photos that dad had posted, depicting me from pretty much every age of my life. I couldn't help but let my smile widen as we were both smiling in all of them, doing silly faces and stupid poses, like the photo taken when I was seven, on my dad's shoulders and doing bunny ears on him. I looked up at him to see him already looking at me.

"Welcome to the world, kid." He spoke, giving me a small smile as he stroked my hair. I bit my lip, unable to stop my smile from growing as I buried my face into his chest, him quickly returning the hug.

"Thank you, dad." I whispered, finally feeling free knowing that I was no longer a secret. At last, I was free.

Peter's P.O.V

Tears streamed down Peter's face as he watched the news, the images of Mysterio's people being arrested filling him with happiness.

"The supervillain, Mysterio, real identity Quentin Beck, was confirmed dead in the early hours of this morning. The charges against him included fraud, public misconduct, endangerment to life, two counts of kidnapping a minor, and finally, the attempted murder of Y/N Stark." The news anchor spoke. Peter smiled and bit his lip, knowing that Y/N would be over the moon at not being a secret anymore.

"What you watching?" May asked as she came and sat next to Peter.

"The news." He sniffed.

"And why is it making you cry?" she chuckled. Peter returned it and looked at her.

"They arrested them, May. They arrested all of Beck's people. It's over. It's truly over." He choked. Her eyes widened.

"Oh, Peter." She smiled as she pulled him into a hug. He returned it tightly, feeling safe for the first time in months.

"You're okay, sweetie. You're okay. You're safe." She cooed, gently stroking his hair.

"I'm free." He whispered, letting him smile grow as more tears of happiness ran down his face.