Hangover.

You were strong enough to not throw up, but not strong enough to walk straight. It's 6 in the morning, you made your way to the kitchen, you found Sam there.

   "Ugh...Sam? Where's the other?" You asked, rubbed your eyes like a kid.

"Those who couldn't fly went out to jogging." Sam replied.

"That's rude..." You said, felt so exhausted. "I don't understand... My dad can drink it like a water. I saw so many people going happier once they drink it. But for me, it make me sad, and wake up with this sick feeling."

You sat hopelessly on the chair. Sam looked at you and laughed a little. "Poor thing. Here." He threw you a bottle of water from the fridge.

   "Keep drinking water, and Thor, by the way, made you an omelette as a welcome back gift." Sam said, walked out of the room.

You found burned omelette on the table, but since you were too tired to make one for your own you ate it. "People from asgard clearly don't know how to cook... or maybe it just him." You forced yourself to eat it all.

   Even so you thanks him anyway.

   Then you went to take a bathroom, threw your favorite bath bomb in the tub, and soaking in there like a queen.

   You thought about Peter, some silly things like what is he doing now.

   "(N/n.), show a holographic monitor on the bathroom's wall please."

   "Sure thing." She replied.

   You took a minutes to consider if you should do it or not, but you did anyway.

   "Find me all information, news, tweets and posts, related to Spider-man." You said, knowing you shouldn't spy on him, but then you reminded yourself, you are (Y/n.) Stark, you can do everything in the world, duh.

   "Newest tweet from twitter, 42 minutes ago. Username, named 'Fabulous loser.' Caption. 'Spider-man did a backflip for me!' I also have the video, want me to play it?" (N/n) asked.

"Sure."

"Woah...his form is so good... crab!" You accidentally poured too much shampoo on your head.

"You want me to show more videos of him?"

"No, no. Enough, i'd have a heart attack. I just want to know what he's doing. Guess he's just being friendly neighborhood Spider-man."

"Yes. By the way, it seems like Peter parker's Ai, 'Karen' tried to get in touch with me." (N/n) said, as you washed off the shampoo.

"He has his own Ai? In his suit?"

"Yes. Do you want me to avoid her?" She asked.

"No, be friends with her. You two should be friends, since my dad created you both." You replied, got out of the tub. Wrapped yourself with a towel.

You put on a comfy outfit and headed outside, tried to find something for yourself to do. You walked around the places, passed the training agents on the grass ground so you stopped by.

   "Salute!" It was hawk eye who was teaching them. He said the words and all the trainee saluted you.

   "It's okay." You know it's a thing since this place is all own to the Starks, but it was a little awkward to be treated too nice.

   "Keep running." Clint yelled at them and then walked close to you. "How was your hangover?"

   "Terrible." You responded. "By the way, have you seen my dad? He wasn't in his lab, i own a big apology for him."

"He went on a mission."

"Seriously? I mean, it's seven in the morning." You shrugged, but then you noticed your dad was flying above the trees in an iron suit, he was heading to his lab, but once he saw you, he changed his way towards you.

"I'll let you two clear the things." Clint said, patted your shoulder as a supporting and walk away.

Your Iron dad landed in front of you, he then stepped out of the suit, with angry father expression on his face.

"Hello sunshine." Even in this time, you managed to get on his nerves.

"I think you own me something." He said.

"Yes. Dad, i'm sorry i made you worried, and that i got suspended."

He sighed. "Don't ever say sorry for me about anything at school, i've been telling you you don't need to go there, you're smarter than most of the teacher. Just..."

   He seemed too tired to complain any longer, maybe it's because it's early in the morning or he was on a mission.

   "Just, never run away again okay? You're all i have."

   He hugged you again, and you felt so good. You hug back, knowing he's all you have too. Like Natasha said, maybe you have to keep living behind the shadow, maybe that's just how you were designed.

   "Am I grounded?" You asked, still trapped in his arms.

   "No, just more protection."

   "You're the best." You two split off. "By the way, can I use your lab today? I want to fix upgrade my watch."

   "Sure. See you."

Your dad stepped in his Iron suit and flew away, you, that can't fly, walked your way to the lab.

You spent all the morning trying to add more functions to your watch. Which is parachute, but unfortunately, They were already 15 function in your watch, and that is too much for one little thing, there's like no way to fits in more.

"Ugh... what do I expect. Even YouTube application cannot be listening while browsing."

You groaned, throw your tools away, put on your watch, giving up on it. You were about to leave the room when you noticed something in the corner of the lab.

A spider.

"It seemed like the safest place for the avengers is not so clean huh?" You giggled alone, walked closer to it.

It's different this time, you were so-so with spider, but now it is very interesting.

"Hello, Peter." You sat in front of it. "I thought you were saving the world, what are you doing here?"

You talked to the spider, then bursted out laughing. "I'm such an idiot, who surrounded by idiots."

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Ned showed up at Peter's door later that night after Peter finished his spider hobby, now two of them are in the room together.

Peter's mind is not so with Ned, he kept thinking about you, and it was very uncomfortable, he wanted to see you.

"Peter. Peter!"

"Yeah?!" Peter yelled back. "Oh... sorry, what were you saying?"

"I was talking about this homework right here. But you were not listening!"

Peter sighed. "Sorry, i, i..." He didn't know how to explain this feeling.

"What happened with you lately, dude?" Ned asked, threw the homework away since Peter is not into it.

"I know I sound like a loser again, but I can't stop thinking about her..." He said softly but enough for Ned to heard it.

"Huh! I knew it, i saw the way you looked at her." Ned clapped his hands.

"Why? How did I look at her?"

"It's like me looking at Pizza."

Peter didn't understand, quietness took over the room again.

"So you really like her? Was it like you and Liz?" Ned asked.

"What? No. This is so different. That was just a crush, this is more than that. She's special, i want to make sure she's safe." He explained to Ned and himself too.

Ned nodded slowly. "Did you tell her about this?"

"I gave her the signal, my answer to her question. And even the plot for the school show is us! But she didn't get it." Peter groused.

"Wait! What?...So she's a princess, you are indeed the poor boy, and Tony stark is the king?"

Peter nodded adorably. Actually, Whatever he's doing is adorable.

"She wouldn't like me, all i can picture us is friend... She has more better choices." Peter said with hopeless expression on his face.

"But i saw her looking at you the way I look at Pizza too." Ned said, bright up Peter's hope.

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Author . Dear, tom holland. Did you sit in a pile of sugar because you have a pretty sweet ass.
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