"So what are we doing fun tonight?" Loki asked on your walk home from school that afternoon. He was still wearing his amor. He had had so much fun that day that he hadn't wanted to take it off and return to human clothes. You didn't feel like bursting his bubble and making him. Besides, he wasn't hurting anything by being in armor.

Plus his armor was hot.

"I'm going to a party tonight, remember?" you replied overly patiently. "Aunt May and Peter conned me into going. Happy's driving. We're picking up Peter on the way," you added. He seemed to have forgotten the plans. "And no, you're not going. You have to entertain yourself tonight. Besides, Dad said he wanted you to help with a mission. Or a project in his lab or something."

Loki pouted anyway. "Spending time with you sounds much more enjoyable," Loki whined.

"Of course spending time with your girlfriend is more enjoyable than spending time with her dad," you replied with a grin. "But this is an actual high schooler party. You weren't invited. Plus Dad needs you," you reminded him. Again. He pouted, but agreed. He wouldn't stand in the way of you living as normal of a life as you could manage. "I'll try to get out of it as fast as possible," you promised. You didn't really want to go to this party. You were going because you'd been cornered into it. "Besides, you'll be busy all night answering your fanmail," you laughed and stuck your tongue out at him. His phone had been going off the entire walk home. He was getting so many friend requests and kids all over the country were sending him pranks to review and sending him videos of the senior pranks they had pulled this year. His spectacle today had become a nationwide legend.

*

"Why did you take Loki to school with you?" Tony demanded when you got back to the tower.

"It was fun?" you replied with a grin. "Dad, it got us good press. He went, had fun, and improved the school with magic. He's actually invited back next year for Senior Prank Day." Tony grumbled, but couldn't argue with your logic. Plus you'd been guarded all day and hadn't complained about it.

"Fine," Tony finally grumbled. "What are you up to tonight? Working in your lab again?"

You shook your head. "I've got that end of school party. Happy's driving me and Peter to it. I think Peter wants to show off your 'internship' to look cooler," you rolled your eyes at that.

Tony laughed. "Maybe I can do a fly over for him," he mused. You rolled your eyes again. Stupid immature boys. They never grew up.

"Mario Kart or Smash Bros?" you asked Loki instead. Video games were much more mature...

*

"I never thought I'd say this to my teenage daughter, but will you please go change your clothes to look like a teenage girl?" Tony demanded when you tried to leave for the party in your favorite jeans and a Black Sabbath t-shirt that was technically his. You looked down at your outfit.

"What? Teenagers wear jeans and t-shirts, dad," you protested.

"Not to a party, they don't. You won't have friends if you don't try to fit in," he reminded you, doing the worried dad thing. You rolled your eyes.

"Fine..." you stomped upstairs to go find a dress to wear. You ended up with a halter dress that went down to your knees and strappy sandals. It was nothing like your usual t-shirt and jeans, or the old grungy clothes you wore in the lab where the explosions happened. It was way more revealing and uncomfortable. "Better?" you demanded of Tony when you got back downstairs. He looked like he was second guessing his decision to tell you to change.

Loki looked jealous that the teenage boys were going to spend an evening with you in a dress and he was not. You grinned at him. Making him a little jealous was ok. You gave him a kiss goodbye. "I'll be back soon," you promised.

"Be safe," he bid you. You held up your wrists. You were wearing the repulsor bracelets you'd made on them.

"I'm armed. I'll be fine," you promised. He gave you one of his jackets to take with you. You smiled at his courtesy. He gave you another kiss before letting you leave with Happy.

*

Peter was a ball of excitement when you picked him up. He was dressed nicely too, not in his usual t-shirt either. "Do you think Gwen will be there?" he asked in the middle of his babbling.

"No idea. She didn't say one way or the other." Gwen was one of the science geeks too and hung out with you occasionally when your projects overlapped. Her specialty was more chemistry based, while your were more on the engineering side. Peter was in the middle, so you were mostly friends through him.

Peter was also excited that you were being dropped off for the party in one of Tony's super fancy cars. He let Happy drive it tonight for you to impress the other students. Happy opened your car door for you and you stepped out, well used to the action from chauffeurs by now. Years of living with Tony had taught you a lot about rich culture.

The party was huge and loud. You wanted to turn around right that second, but you'd promised Peter and Aunt May, so you entered the stupid loud party and pretended that you actually wanted to be there.

You didn't.

People noticed you the second you came in. You noticed the looks, but you were used to attention too. Everyone knew who your dad was. Everyone also knew who your boyfriend was. You figured they wouldn't be as actively flirting as they were.

It was annoying actually, especially since you were already taken.

You ended up finding Gwen and you, she, and Peter found a relatively quiet corner to sip on your pop in red solo cups and chat about your various projects. Peter's computer friend came over at one point. So did a couple of guys who looked too old to be at a high school party. They must've been the ones who brought the booze. They tried flirting extra hard with you and Gwen. You both rejected their advances.

Peter grabbed all three of your cups. "Cokes, right?" he asked. Rule number one of a party was to never let your drink out of your sight, but Peter wouldn't do anything. He was a superhero after all. You nodded, so did Gwen, though she looked more wary.

"He's an intern for my dad. He's not going to do anything to our drinks," you reminded her when he'd left with the cups. "Plus he's a good guy,"

"Right, I forgot he got the Stark internship. What does he even do for that?" Gwen asked curiously.

You shrugged. "No idea. Sometimes he helps me with my project when dad doesn't have anything for him to do. He probably has to do a bunch of boring paperwork. Dad hates paperwork," you grinned and returned to your conversation. You took your cup back from Peter when he returned and gave him a thanks. He and Gwen were starting to hit it off, it seemed. You smiled and watched them, sipping on coke and watching the stupid flirting teenagers around you trying to dance to awful music. You wondered again why they thought this was fun. You'd much rather be at home with you lab, books, or video games.

It wasn't long after that you began to feel tired, woozy, dizzy, almost... drunk, though you'd stuck to pop all night. "Peter?" you drew his attention back away from flirting with Gwen. "Did anyone come near our drinks?" He shook his head.

"You know I wouldn't-" he protested.

"I know it wasn't you. But someone did," you countered, your words were slurring and the world was starting to spin. Shit. You had to get out of here. Now.

"We can make sure she gets home safely. Looks like she had too much to drink," the old boys you had rejected earlier suggested. Peter stood, standing between them and you.

"We're fine, guys." Peter told them firmly. "Y/N, call your boyfriend," Peter told you just as firmly. That was an excellent idea. The guys finally realized they messed up and made an excuse to go bother someone else.

How did you make a phone call again?

"Y/N, where's your phone?" Peter asked. You just blinked up at him confused. He pulled out his own Stark tech phone. "Karen, tell Loki to get here, now," he snapped at it.

"Yes, sir," Karen answered.

"Hold on, Y/N. Stay with me," Peter bid you. Gwen stayed nearby, though she looked scared. "Gwen, we'll give you a ride home too," he told her. She nodded. She was scared, but she seemed ok.

Loki appeared in front of you a moment later in full battle costume. "What's wrong?" he demanded. You just stared up at him, dizzy, confused, and fighting to stay conscious.

"Someone drugged her drink," Peter explained quickly.

"You called Loki? The guy who tried to take over the world?" Gwen demanded.

"You saw him today. Besides, Y/N is dating Loki. He was the best one to call,"

"Happy is on the way to pick you up. Wait for him outside," Loki told Peter. Peter nodded, grabbed Gwen's hand and led her out of the house.

"Loki?" you asked softly. You were quickly losing the fight with consciousness.

"I'm here, darling. Whoever did this is going to pay," he snarled, daggers and illusions appeared around him. You weren't sure if they were real or a figment of your imagination. You brain was not connecting with reality very well at the moment.

Loki was going to kill every single person in this house because one of them had drugged you.

There was nothing you could do about it either.