Y/N's P.O.V

Peter unlocked his apartment door and let us in. I walked in and looked around the comfortable apartment.

"Just wait in my room, sweetheart." Peter mumbled, putting his backpack onto the kitchen table. I looked at him.

"You okay?" I asked.

"I'm fine, I just need a drink." He nodded. I returned it slowly, not buying his excuse but leaving it anyway as I headed into his bedroom. I sighed, looking around the room that I'd been in a thousand times by this point as I sat on his bed. My eyes wandered around the room, smiling slightly as I noticed something new every time I was in here. This time, my gaze drifted to Peter's wardrobe. My eyebrows furrowed as I saw something metal through the white slats of the door. I walked to it and opened it. My eyes widened. My breath caught in my throat as I saw the metal and glass container, the Spiderman suit sat in it and surrounded by metal particles.

"Oh my god." I mumbled as I realised that it was one of my dad's machines.

"Oh my god." I repeated, only slightly louder.

"Babe, did you want some-oh no." I looked to the side and gulped as Peter stood at the doorway, his eyes wide as he saw me staring at the container.

"It's not what it looks like." He gulped.

"Oh, so you're not Spiderman, and my father didn't give you a suit?" I scoffed. He looked at me and opened his mouth, unsure of what to say.

"Okay, so it's exactly what it looks like." He smiled nervously. I choked and shook my head as I looked at the suit.

"When did he give you the suit?" I mumbled.

"Babe, please-."

"Peter, when did my dad give you this suit?" I snapped, pointing at it.

"Three months ago." He admitted. My eyes widened.

"That's when we started dating, Peter, do you realise how that looks to me?" I choked. His eyes widened.

"You can't seriously be suggesting that I only started dating you for your dad, Y/N." he scoffed.

"Well, it must have been nice, finding out that you were dating his daughter, meeting him, and then-." My eyes widened as I realised. Peter's eyes wavered as he looked down.

"Wait a minute...if you're Spiderman, which by the way, I'm also freaking pissed about that you kept that from me for a year, you've known my dad a lot longer than just three months, that's why everyone was so weird at that first dinner, wasn't it?" I choked.

"Yeah, but only because we were trying to protect you-."

"Trying to protect me? Peter, I love you, but Mysterio, a literal supervillain, knew that my boyfriend was Spiderman before I did." I snapped before my eyes widened. Peter looked at me.

"Did...did you just say that you love me?" he mumbled quietly. I gulped and looked down before grabbing my stuff.

"I need to get home, I also need to talk to my dad about the importance of trust." I mumbled as I moved past him.

"Y/N, you can't just say that you love me and then leave." Peter scoffed, gently taking my wrist as I passed him.

"I can and I will. You're not the only one involved in this lie, so I need to talk to your good friend, Iron man." I nodded.

"No way, not after yesterday, at least let me take you home-."

"I'll be fine, I'll just use my powers." I spoke. Peter's eyes widened.

"What?" he scoffed.

"That's right, Peter. The missile that hit the Avengers' Tower back when Loki attacked New York didn't miss me, it went off. The radiation gave me the same powers as Wanda has. I've been lying to you too." I admitted. His eyes widened further.

"So, we've both been lying to each other." He stated. I sighed and nodded before looking down.

"I need to go home. I think that it's best that you don't text me tonight." I admitted quietly. He looked at me.

"Y/N, what are you saying?" he choked.

"Nothing, Peter, but we've both caught each other lying, I think we need a night away from each other." I spoke.

"You also just told me that you love me." He nodded, a tear leaving his eye. I gulped, a tear also rolling down my face as I opened his front door.

"Y/N-." I shut the door and let the tears fall as I left the building.

I opened the door to the Avengers' building and walked in before slamming it. Steve looked at me as he walked out of the robotics lab, eating an apple.

"Hey, kiddo-."

"Don't "hey kiddo" me." I snapped, making his eyes widen.

"Hey, don't speak to me like that, excuse you-."

"No, Steve, excuse YOU, in fact, excuse all of you! I want all of you in the living room in thirty seconds!" I yelled. He sighed before looking up the stairs.

"Stark two point oh has just called a family meeting, guys, living room, please!" he shouted, looking at me as he walked into the living room. I rolled my eyes at the nickname as I followed him in to see Natasha, Wanda and Sam walking in from the kitchen.

"Hey, kid, how was school?" Natasha smiled.

"Crap, don't call me kid." I nodded, making her eyes widen as dad walked in with Bruce.

"Hang on, I told you to stay in your room all day." Dad scoffed, crossing his arms over his chest.

"Yeah, well, I snuck out and went to school." I nodded. His eyes widened.

"You did what?!" he spat.

"Never mind that, she's called her first family meeting, good job, kid-."

"WOULD EVERYONE STOP CALLING ME KID, I'M SIXTEEN AND A FREAKING SUPERHUMAN, JUST LIKE THE REST OF YOU, SO STOP. CALLING. ME. KID!" I yelled at the top of my lungs. Everyone looked at me in shock, their mouths open at my outburst.

"Y/N." Wanda spoke.

"What, Wanda?" I snapped, looking at her.

"Your eyes are glowing red." She stated calmly. My eyes widened.

"What-why?" I gulped.

"It's okay, hun." She nodded as she stood up and gently put her hands on my arms. I looked at dad.

"Dad, why are my eyes red, I'm scared." I gulped.

"You're going to be just fine, Wanda has you, you're okay." He reassured as he stood up and put a hand on my shoulder.

"Y/N, you need to create a safe space for when this happens, because you're about to lose control, and that will be bad. Think of what makes you feel safe." She encouraged, her Romanian accent soothing to my ears. I gulped, looking into her eyes as I tried to think.

"What's your safe space, Y/N? What, or who, makes you feel safe?" she asked, gripping my arms. I gulped.

"Peter." I whispered. Wanda sighed and looked at my dad.

"Wasn't expecting that." Sam mumbled sarcastically.

"It's okay, it's alright, if Peter is your safe space, think of him. Think of him to calm you down." Wanda encouraged. I gulped and nodded, closing my eyes and picturing Peter in my mind. I couldn't help but smile slightly as I pictured the way that his lips curled up when he smiled and how little crinkles formed by his eyes. I envisioned the way that his eyebrows furrowed when he was working, trying to figure something out that he would always eventually get to, because he was a freaking genius. I saw the way that his biceps flexed when we were making out on his bed, with him on top, his strong arms holding himself up enough so that he didn't crush me but also holding himself close enough so that our chests were pressed together. But my dad didn't need to know that part. I took a deep breath and opened my eyes as a tear rolled down my cheek. Wanda gave me a small smile.

"Good, good, your eyes are back to normal. You're doing well." She reassured before sitting down, leaving only dad with his hand on my shoulder.

"How about you go to your room and cool off a bit?" he mumbled.

"No, dad, no. I need to talk to all of you. Now." I nodded. He looked at me.

"Tony, she's barely holding it in, I would listen to her if I were you." Wanda warned. Dad sighed and nodded as he sat down.

"Fine. I'll let my sixteen-year-old daughter lecture the smartest and most powerful people in the world. But don't you dare think that we won't be discussing you sneaking out after this." He scoffed, crossing his arms over his chest. I looked at all of them.

"I know." I nodded. They looked at me with eyebrows furrowed.

"You're your father's daughter, you know a lot, narrow it down for us, kiddo." Sam chuckled, making me shoot him a glare.

"Sorry, sorry, sixteen-year-old mature superhuman." He spoke, holding up his hands. I clenched my jaw, returning my gaze to everyone.

"I know that Peter is Spiderman, and I know that all of you have been lying to me for god knows how long." I choked. They all sighed and looked at my dad.

"I'm sorry, hun." Natasha sighed.

"Y/N, I have to take responsibility for this, I told Peter not to say anything." Dad admitted as he stood up again. My eyes widened.

"You did what?" I choked. He looked at the others.

"Guys, can we have a moment alone, please?" he asked.

"No, no, I want you to explain, in front of everyone, why you not only told my entire family to keep this quiet from me, but also my own boyfriend! The boy that I love!" I yelled.

"Oh my god, she dropped the "L" bomb." Bruce gulped.

"I did it because Peter, just like the rest of us, wants to keep you safe." Dad insisted.

"It's one thing that my own father denies all public affiliation with me, but it's a whole other thing that you had Peter lie to me. How can I trust anyone?" I cried.

"You can trust all of us, the fact that we keep you a secret is our way of keeping you safe." Natasha encouraged as she stood up.

"Do you have any idea how lonely that makes me feel? Because of you, dad, the only people that I can trust now are Ned, MJ and May. I don't even know if I can trust Peter anymore. And that's because of you." I nodded, tears rolling down my cheeks as I stared at my dad. He looked at me and sighed as he looked at the others.

"I think that you should go to your room. Stay there until I say otherwise." He demanded. I scoffed and shook my head.

"Yeah, you're the one who's been lying and is responsible for everyone else in my life lying, yet I'm the one in trouble. Typical." I nodded before rushing up the stairs.