Requested by Afrikanskach0ma: The Avengers are a mob and Y/N is Tony's daughter. She's not allowed to date anyone in the mob, but she's secretly in a relationship with Peter.

I drove my foot into the man's face, making him groan and fall to the carpet as he coughed up blood.

"Are you ready to pay my father what you owe him?" I cooed as I bent down and harshly grabbed his chin, making him choke as I forced him to look at me.

"I-I don't have it, I'm s-sorry." He gulped. I sighed and stood back up as I looked at him.

"Well, that sucks. It really does." I nodded before kicking him in the face again. He groaned and fell as my heel made contact with his skin, his face now bloodied and beaten. Because of me. But that was how I liked it.

"What the fuck is going on here?" I looked over my shoulder and rolled my eyes as my dad, Steve and Peter walked into the room. Though my heart jumped at seeing Peter, the boy looking extremely good as always in his black suit and slightly unbuttoned white dress shirt.

"I'm interrogating this guy. You know, the one who still owes you hundreds of thousands of dollars." I nodded sarcastically. My dad returned the nod and twisted his face slightly in thought as he looked at Steve.

"Funny. Because I specifically remember telling you to go nowhere near him. Do you remember that, Steve?" He asked.

"Yeah. I do." He nodded, making me scoff and shake my head as my dad's head turned to look at Peter.

"What about you, Pete? You remember me specifically telling my daughter not to go anywhere near the prisoner?" he asked. I raised my eyebrow at my secret boyfriend, giving him a warning to keep his fucking mouth shut. Though I could tell that he wasn't listening as he folded his hands neatly in front of him and tried not to smirk.

"Yeah, boss. I do too." He nodded. I rolled my eyes at them. I was the daughter of Tony Stark, the leader of the most feared mob in New York and Queens combined: The Avengers. Despite their name, my father and his mob didn't avenge anything except for their lost profits when someone fucked them over, or tried to steal our land from us. Of course, being the daughter of such a notorious man had its perks, I held more power in my pinky finger than most of the men in New York would have in their entire lives, and I lived for that kind of wealth. But where they were perks, there were always downsides. The main one being that my dad's strictest rule for me was that I was not allowed to date anyone from the mob. Which was a rule that I didn't mind...until Peter Parker had come along. The boy had been abandoned by his aunt at age fourteen when he had been bitten by a radioactive spider and had developed powers, and so the boy had sought refuge in my father's mob. He had been cute back then, sure, nothing particularly special, but the more that my dad groomed him into his perfect little right-hand man, the more I had become attracted to him. I had watched Peter grow from a scrawny little kid who got scared by a spider, into a ripped-as-shit god of a man who would kill several men a day for my dad and look extremely hot doing it. It would be a very twisted transformation to most people, but for me, it made my heart thump that bit more harshly for the boy. This, of course, was where my dad's rule about me not dating inside of the mob came to be an issue, considering that I had found out that Peter also liked me one night six months ago, when we'd gotten drunk together and had hooked up. We'd been together secretly ever since, but even at the best of times, it was hard to keep it under wraps. This being one of the times, given how fucking sexy my boyfriend looked in his suit.

"I did you a favour, dad, you should be thanking me." I scoffed. My dad returned it and shook his head.

"Thanking you?! Y/N, I had a plan, and you just fucked that all up, that's why I asked you to stay the fuck away from this guy. I've had enough of you blatantly ignoring orders and just doing whatever you want in this mob. You may be the boss' daughter, but you are not the boss. Peter, kindly escort my daughter to her room, and make sure that she stays there." He instructed.

"Boss." Peter nodded, making my eyes widen as he started to walk towards me.

"Dad, I'm not a child-Peter, fucking touch me and see what happens." I threatened as he got closer to me.

"Maybe next time, you'll think before disobeying my orders. Though, knowing you, I doubt it." Dad scoffed as Peter got to me.

"Peter, I'm not kidding." I spat.

"Don't make this harder than it has to be." He mumbled, making me yelp out as he harshly grabbed my bicep and started to drag me out of the room.

"Get the fuck off, don't fuck with me, Peter, stop." I spat as I tried to pry his hand off of my bicep, but to zero avail. He dragged me out of the room and along the hall, me continuing to fight and try to get out of his grip as he pulled me to my bedroom. Now, the fun started. Peter threw my door open before dragging me in, making me yelp again as he pinned me to the wall with his hands still harshly gripping my biceps. He shut the door with his foot before leaning down and smashing our lips together. I smirked into it and let my eyes flutter shut, Peter finally letting my arms go so that they could curl around his neck as he gripped my hips.

"That was some amazing acting, baby, I thought that you were actually mad at me for a second." He smirked into the kiss.

"Oh, I am. Well, mad at my dad, not you." I scoffed.

"In his defence, you disobeyed a direct order from him." He mumbled as he broke the kiss and moved his lips down to my neck.

"I was helping him, I was starting the process of getting his money back. He could at least be grateful." I huffed, though my eyes fluttered shut and my mouth hung open at the feeling of Peter leaving open-mouthed and nippy kisses on my neck.

"He's protecting you, angel, he's protecting the mob. He needs things done in the proper way. I know that it's upsetting, but it's how it's always been." He mumbled as he raised his hand to the other side of my neck and gently tilted it to give himself more access.

"I can't believe that you're taking his side over this. I'm your girlfriend, you're meant to take my side." I scoffed. He sighed out, his jaw clenching and his tongue in his cheek as he raised his head and looked at me. I gulped and returned the look timidly, my boyfriend looking very sexy and intimidating right now as he placed his hands on the wall either side of my head to keep me pinned to it.

"I get why you're upset, baby, I really do. But I also get why your dad is upset, so I'm not going to take sides in this one. Now, do you want to continue talking about your father, or do you want to have sex?" He nodded. I sighed and bit my lip as I looked into the gorgeous chocolate eyes that I'd fallen in love with.

"Sex. I'd rather have sex." I stated.

"That's what I thought." He smirked, making me return it as he leant in and reignited the kiss. I squealed against his lips, making his smirk widen as he lifted me up and carried me to my bed before laying me down on it and crawling over me.

"So, what's the plan for today?" I asked, my naked body wrapped in the sheets of my bed as I lay on my side and watched Peter get dressed.

"Your father has a few more enemies that he wants me to take out. Just the usual, I'll get another white shirt ruined today by covering it in blood. You know, just how you like me." He teased, making me smirk and bite my lip as he did his trousers up and buckled his belt.

"When you say shit like that, you make me sound like a sadist or something." I returned.

"Don't worry, angel, there's nothing wrong with finding your boyfriend covered in someone else's blood sexy." He flirted as he pulled his dress shirt back on and buttoned it on before shrugging his dress jacket on. I playfully rolled my eyes, making him smirk and place his hands on my bed as he leant down and lightly pecked my lips.

"I've got to go before your dad catches me, otherwise it'll be my blood on my shirt." He chuckled, making me smile as he stood back up.

"I'll see you later, baby. Love you." He nodded.

"Love you too, Pete. Be safe." I returned.

"Always am." He smiled before opening my door. Our eyes widened, a gasp leaving my lips and my body shooting into a sitting position to cover myself with the sheets as my dad walked past my door right as Peter opened it. He stopped and looked at Peter with furrowed eyebrows.

"Peter, what are you doing in Y/N's-." His eyes moved past me, making me gulp harshly and tightly hold the sheets against my naked chest as his eyes widened. His mouth fell open, Peter also staring at him with wide eyes as my dad looked between us.

"Both of you. In my office. In FIVE minutes." He demanded, his eyes giving Peter one last death stare before he disappeared from my door. I sighed and looked down, Peter looking at me with petrified eyes. I'd seen Peter kill hundreds of people, I'd seen him remain completely stone-faced and unfazed when having a gun pointed at his head. And yet, nothing but pure fear was in his eyes at the fact that his boss had just caught him leaving his daughter's room. With his daughter naked in her bed.

"I'm going to die today." Peter nodded.

"Quite possibly." I gulped, making him groan and throw his head back as I got up and started to get dressed.

I stood against the wall, my arms crossed over my chest and my teeth nervously biting at my nail as Peter stood in front of my dad's desk. My dad paced the floor in front of him, Peter trying to remain stone-faced as he held his hands behind his back. Peter and I had just stood there for five minutes, both of us afraid to speak first. But the whole time, my dad hadn't said anything either. He'd simply paced the carpet in front of my boyfriend, the simple action freaking us both out beyond measure. I sighed and lowered my hand.

"Dad, please-."

"Don't...don't speak. I'm still trying to wrap my head around the absolutely fucked up shit that is my right-hand man fucking my daughter that he knew was out of bounds." He nodded.

"Sorry, you kill several people daily, and yet you can't wrap your head around that-."

"That's what we call sarcasm, Y/N, you're my daughter, you should know that." He scoffed as he looked at me.

"Boss, if I may interject-."

"No, you may not may, Peter, I caught you leaving my naked daughter in bed five minutes ago. I know that we have many rules in this mob but by FAR the most important one is that she is off-limits!" He yelled.

"Dad, please-."

"No, Y/N, because YOU had the same rule too! My rule for you has always been that you don't date any members of the mob! Do you have ANY idea how dangerous it is for you to date Peter, or anyone else in the mob?!" He shouted. My eyes widened.

"Dad, I'm your daughter, I'm literally the daughter of a mob BOSS, dating Peter doesn't put me more in harm's way! Look, we really like each other, we love each other. I know that you want to protect me and that you do that out of love, but you don't do that by keeping me from Peter." I nodded.

"You don't love him, you're too young to know what love is-."

"Boss, I'm sorry but, yeah, I'm going to interject now. Because, yes, we do love each other. I'm in love with your daughter, boss, and I know what the rule is, but I can't help how I feel, and if I'm being completely honest, there shouldn't be a rule anyway. She's twenty-two, she hasn't been a child for a long time, and she has the right to decide who she dates. And, well, she chose me, boss. I'm sorry, but she chose me." He nodded. I looked at him, my eyes widening slightly at Peter standing up to my dad. My boyfriend continued to look straight ahead, his hands still held behind his back as he held his head high. I didn't think that I'd ever been more turned on by him than I was right now.

"You know better than anyone that the last person to defy me like that got shot, Pete." My dad nodded. My eyes widened.

"Dad-." He raised his hand to silence me, making me gulp harshly and try not to cry at the idea of him killing Peter. Him killing the love over my life. Over a relationship that wasn't even his. I bit my lip, my heart racing in my chest as tears threatened to fall from my eyes. My dad stared at Peter, the boy unwavering in his view ahead as he held his posture.

"You really love her, Peter? And you're going to want to tell me the truth." Dad nodded. Peter gulped harshly, his eyes wavering as his Adam's apple bobbed.

"Permission to speak candidly, boss?" Peter asked.

"Please, this is your chance to declare your undying love for my daughter before you die." Dad scoffed. I gulped again, a tear leaving my eye at the idea of him actually killing Peter. My boyfriend still seemed unfazed by it, though, his clenched jaw telling me that he was staying strong.

"I'm in love with Y/N, boss. From the second that I wake up in the morning, to the moment that I go to sleep at night, I think about her. I think about how hard she makes me laugh, about how she makes me smile just by entering a room, about how I've never felt love like I've felt with her. She makes me crazy by doing something as simple as running her hands through my hair, or wiping the blood gently off of my face when I come back from an assignment. And I know that she feels the same way. I know because she looks at me the same way that I look at her. I'm in love with your daughter, boss, and I always will be. If I have my way, she'll have an engagement ring given by me on her finger in a few years, and will be walking down the aisle to me, before having my children. I want it all with her. And I want it all because I love her." He nodded. I choked, my mouth falling open slightly as tears left my eyes. Whilst I knew that Peter loved me, I had never known that he was quite so in love with me. And hearing the complete truth behind it meant the world to me. Dad sighed, his also expressionless face telling me that he was trying to remain tough, and not give either of us a hint as to what he was thinking. But then...he spoke.

"Fine. Alright. I can't hear all of that and either keep you guys apart, or kill him for feeling like that. Fuck, why did you have to fall for my daughter, Parker, of all fucking members?" He scoffed and shook his head.

"Look at her, how could I not?" He returned. Mine and dad's eyes widened, Peter clenching his jaw and closing his eyes as he pinched the bridge of his nose.

"So sorry, boss, I'm too used to talking about Y/N only with my friends. I apologise." he nodded. Dad sighed and shook his head, making me gulp.

"It's alright, kid. I know true love when I see it, and it's painfully clear that that's what you two have. Painfully clear. Apparently not that you need it since you've been sneaking behind my back for god knows how long, but you officially have my blessing. But both of you, I better not walk in on what I almost walked in on this morning, or there will be trouble. Am I clear?" He warned.

"Crystal, boss." Peter nodded.

"Right, good. Dismissed." He mumbled. Peter turned and headed for the door, me following him as he left the room. But before I left, I turned and looked at my dad again.

"Thank you." I nodded. He returned it and sighed, making me give him a small smile as I left the room after Peter. I shut the door, Peter's eyes widening and a breathless laugh leaving his lips as he looked at me.

"Oh my god...did we actually just get you dad's blessing?" He scoffed.

"Yeah, we did. Because you were amazing in there. Did you really mean everything that you said?" I choked and shook my head. He gave me a small smile as his arms curled around my waist.

"I meant every word, baby. I'm way past just loving you. I'm in love with you. I meant every single thing that I said to him, and I'll mean it until the day that I die." He promised. I tried not to cry in happiness at his words, my heart so full of love as I leant up and kissed him. He returned the kiss, my hands curling around his neck to pull him closer as we shared the intimate moment.

"Really?!" We broke the kiss and looked to my dad's now open office door, our eyes widening as he stared at us.

"Sorry, boss, so sorry." Peter gulped, making me giggle as he took my hand and pulled me down the hallway to my room instead. He pulled me in and joined our lips again, making me smile into it as we started to make out.

"Now, where were we?" he smiled into the kiss, making me squeal and laugh against his lips as he picked me up and carried me to my bed.