I walked downstairs, holding my bag as I walked into the kitchen.

"Morning, kiddo." Dad spoke, making me smile as he slid a plate of pancakes across the marble island. I sat down at the stool that the pancakes had stopped in front of and took a bite.

"So, kid, I was thinking." He spoke, looking at me.

"That's dangerous." I joked, making him chuckle.

"How about you invite Peter over for dinner this Friday?" he asked. I looked at him and let my mouth hang open as I dropped the fork, making it clatter against the island.

"Well, that's an overreaction, if I've ever seen one." He nodded.

"Dad, I can't do that, are you crazy?!" I exclaimed.

"What's the issue? Do you not trust him enough to tell him who you really are?" he asked.

"Dad, you know that that's not it. It's just that he's not going to be happy if he finds out I've been lying to him." I sighed.

"I'm sure that he has some secrets of his own. Anyway, you have to tell him eventually, he's definitely not going to be happy if you don't tell him until he proposes and he finds out when I walk you down the aisle." He teased.

"Dad." I groaned, holding my head in my hands.

"What's the worst that could happen?" he shrugged, sipping his coffee.

"He breaks up with me for lying to him." I nodded.

"Trust me, Y/N, he won't do that." Dad chuckled.

"How do you know?" I scoffed. Dad sighed.

"I just do. Get your ass to school, you'll be late if you don't leave now." He warned. I sighed and nodded, looking at my watch as I stood up.

"See you later." I spoke as I headed towards the front door.

"Ask Peter to dinner!" he called.

"I will." I groaned as I opened the door and walked out.

I walked up the steps to the school and smiled at the usual sight of Peter, Ned and Michelle waiting for me.

"Hey, guys." I spoke, alerting them to my presence.

"Hey." Peter smiled as he leant down and pecked my lips.

"Get a room." Michelle smirked, making Ned laugh as we started to walk into school.

"I kissed her." Peter scoffed, making me smile as he took my hand.

"And you did ship them, MJ." Ned chuckled.

"Hey! So did you!" she exclaimed, punching him in the arm as we walked into chemistry class.

"Ow!" he hissed as we sat down, making Peter and I laugh.

"Don't forget homework, please." Mr Harrington spoke as the bell went and we all stood up.

"Crap, I forgot about that." Peter sighed, packing up his bag.

"That's not like you, Peter." I spoke. He looked at me.

"It's nothing, I just have a lot on my mind." He shrugged as we left class and started to head to lunch.

"Hey, can I talk to you?" I asked as I took his hand, making him smile as he looked down and intertwined our fingers.

"Sure. Ned, could you save us a couple seats in the cafeteria?" he asked. Ned nodded before heading into the cafeteria with Michelle as I pulled Peter to an empty classroom.

"What's up?" he asked as I shut the door.

"My dad has invited you over for dinner this Friday." I spoke.

"Oh, wow, that's so nice, I'd love to, Y/N." he smiled, taking my hands.

"You may not be saying that once I tell you who my dad is." I gulped. He looked at me.

"Why not? I thought that he was just a coder for Stark Industries." he chuckled.

"Yeah, you thought that because that's what I told you..." I smiled sheepishly. Peter's smile dipped.

"Wait, what? Are you saying that you lied to me about who your dad is?" he asked.

"Yeah, but I lied to everyone, and I had to, you'll understand why once I tell you who he is." I promised. He sighed.

"Out with it, then. Who's your dad?" he asked. I bit my lip.

"Tony Stark." I admitted. His eyes widened and his jaw dropped as he just stared at me. I gulped as he just stared at me, nothing coming out of his open mouth.

"Peter, please say something." I gulped. He nodded.

"I just...I'm dating Tony Stark's daughter..." he mumbled. I nodded and bit my lip.

"You are." I smiled sheepishly. He dropped my hands and held his hands to his head instead, resting them against his hazel curls.

"I'm dating...Tony Stark's daughter-wait, since when does he have a daughter?" he scoffed.

"He's kept me a secret for sixteen years because of the danger that I'd be in if people knew who I was. But I know that he has a daughter, because it's me." I chuckled nervously. Peter continued to just stare at me.

"...you're his daughter..." he gulped.

"Why do you keep saying it like it's a bad thing?" I asked. He shook his head and held my hands again.

"It's not, it's just a lot to live up to. How am I meant to get his approval when he's Iron man?" he chuckled nervously.

"Babe, he's just a normal guy apart from that, and you're amazing, it won't be hard for you to get his approval." I chuckled. He gulped and nodded.

"Okay. Okay. Yeah, I can impress Tony Stark, multi-billionaire and Avenger, I can do that." He nodded.

"Does that mean that you're coming for dinner?" I asked hopefully.

"I guess." He spoke slowly.

"You could try to sound a little more excited and not just utterly terrified." I gulped.

"Right, sorry, it'll be great, it'll be fine, it's no big deal, just a meal with the Avengers." He nodded.

"Exactly. They're going to love you." I promised, resting my hands against his chest. He looked down at me and physically relaxed as he curled his arms around my waist.

"Thanks, Y/N." he spoke gently. I smiled before leaning up and gently kissing him. He returned it, smiling into the kiss. I broke the kiss and looked at him.

"We better get to lunch before MJ and Ned start to suspect that we're doing something none-PG." I chuckled, making Peter laugh as I opened the door and pulled him out into the hallway.

Peter's P.O.V

Peter unlocked his front door and slipped into the apartment before shutting the door. He turned around and rested against it, gradually sliding down it until he was sat on the floor as he tried to comprehend what Y/N had told him earlier that day.

"Is that you, Peter-oh." He looked up and gave May a weak smile as she stood at the doorway to the kitchen. She looked at him with furrowed eyebrows.

"Should I be worried?" she asked. Peter looked at her.

"Tony Stark has a secret daughter, and I now know this because, turns out, Y/N is the secret daughter. I am dating my boss' daughter, and she doesn't even know it, and I didn't even know it until today." He scoffed, shaking his head. May's eyes widened.

"Wait, what?" she scoffed. Peter sighed and looked straight ahead.

"YN invited me over for dinner on Friday, and said she needed to tell me the truth about her dad. Turns out that Mr Stark is a father, to Y/N, but he kept her a secret to keep her safe. But that leaves me with so many questions, like, does she know that I'm Spiderman, how have I been an Avenger for two years and never even known she existed, does that mean that they've all been lying to me, Mr Stark has been lying to me, Y/N has been lying to me-."

"Woah, okay, honey, you're spiralling." May nodded as she went to sit on the floor opposite Peter. He sighed and looked at her.

"Yes, they lied to you, but they did it to keep her safe. Just like you keep Spiderman from her, to keep her safe." She begun. Peter sighed and nodded, knowing that she was right.

"Also, I'm sure that Tony hasn't told her that she's dating Spiderman, it's not his secret to tell. It's all going to be okay, just stay calm and enjoy dinner with them. At least you don't have to go through actually meeting him for the first time. You just have to pretend." She shrugged.

"I guess. Okay, yeah, I can pretend that it's the first time meeting the Avengers and Mr Stark. I can do that." He nodded, trying to convince himself.

"Yes, honey, you can." May agreed, giving him a small smile before standing up, kissing his head and walking away. Peter sighed, resting his head against the door as he continued to think about Y/N. Who was...his boss'...daughter.