Peter and I sat in the living room, doing our homework and talking as we worked. Suddenly, the red lights started to blare, making us look up at the lights and the alarms.

"Mission time!" Steve yelled as him, Natasha, Clint, Bruce and my dad sprinted through the living room.

"Mr Stark, can I come?" Peter asked as he shot up.

"You're not ready yet, kid!" my dad yelled as he ran through the room.

"But-."

"No "buts", you're not coming!" he yelled as he left the room. Peter sighed and slumped back down onto the sofa next to me.

"I'm sorry, Pete." I sighed. He shrugged and gave me a small smile as he put his hand on my knee.

"It's okay. Staying here with you is better, anyway." He spoke. I smiled and bit my lip before going back to our work.

Peter and I sat on the sofa, watching a movie and waiting for the Avengers to get back from their mission. I sighed in bliss as I wrapped my arm across Peter's stomach and rested my head on his chest, his arm around my waist.

"You okay, angel?" Peter mumbled. I looked up at him and nodded.

"I'm with you, of course I'm okay." I whispered, making him smile and gently move a strand of hair out of my face. But we stayed as we were, our smiles dipping as we looked at each other's lips. I knew what was coming, and hopefully we wouldn't be interrupted this time. Peter gulped, looking into my eyes for permission. I nodded, making him smile slightly as he leant down and gently pressed our lips together. I returned it without hesitation, gently holding his cheek as he held my waist. I couldn't help but smirk as Peter deepened the kiss, slipping his tongue past my lips as we kissed. Peter broke the kiss and looked at me, making me smile as I leant up and kissed him again. He smiled into it, his hands moving to cup the bottom of my thighs. I realised what he was doing as he gently picked me up and lay me down on the sofa, his body hovering over mine as he leant down and joined our lips again. My heart beat through my chest, my body getting excited at our make-out session as Peter's tongue entered my mouth again and his hands explored my body. Not that I at all minded. I closed my eyes as he broke the kiss and moved his lips down to my neck, making me breathe out and arch my back into Peter's chest as he smirked in response.

"WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON?!" My eyes shot open and Peter shot off of me, making me sit up. My eyes widened and I blushed deep red as my dad stood there, still in his Iron Man suit, and looking absolutely furious.

"Dad, this isn't what it looks like." I gulped as Peter and I both stood up. My dad looked at Peter.

"Get the fuck out of this building." He nodded. Our eyes widened as we looked at each other.

"Mr Stark, please-."

"No, Peter. The ONE rule that I had was that my daughter was strictly off-limits to you. And then I come home after saving lives, to find you two doing that!" he yelled loudly.

"Dad, we didn't do this to make you angry or to upset you." I choked.

"Then why DID you do it?!" he shouted.

"Dad, you don't get it-."

"You're right, I fucking don't, explain it to me!" he yelled.

"I LOVE HIM!" I screamed back. My eyes widened, as did my dad's and Peter's as we all realised the magnitude of what I had just said.

"You what?" dad scoffed.

"Yeah, what?" Peter gulped. I returned it and timidly looked at him.

"Yeah, Pete. I know that we've only been dating for a couple of weeks, but...yeah. I love you." I scoffed and shook my head. Peter stared at me, a smile tugging on the side of his lips as he took my hands.

"I love you too, Y/N. Fuck, I have since the day that I met you." He admitted quietly. I smiled and bit my lip as Peter leant down and gently pressed our lips together. I returned it, holding his face as his hands moved to my waist.

"Yeah, I'm still here." We broke the kiss and looked at my dad, my cheeks burning slightly at the idea that my dad had just seen us kiss. He sighed and looked at us.

"You actually love each other? You're not just saying that?" he asked.

"Not at all, Mr Stark." Peter reassured. My dad sighed again and nodded.

"Okay. Fine. What kind of cool father would I be if I stopped you two from dating? But you are NOT sleeping in the same room." He stated.

"That's fine, dad. Thank you." I smiled.

"It's okay. Be safe, you two." He chuckled, giving us a smile before leaving the room. My eyes widened and I squealed as I tightly hugged Peter, making him laugh as he returned it.

"I'm fucking glad that that's over with." He puffed out.

"I know. And he responded better than I thought that he would." I admitted.

"You thought that it had the potential to go worse?" he scoffed. I chuckled and nodded, making him playfully roll his eyes as he leant down and kissed me.