Like father like daughter.

   "Explain, now." The voice of the father was so serious that you was a little scared, after the chaos on the stage, you and the avengers went back to the dressing room to talk.

   Surprisingly Tina and the teacher were happy that their show is destroyed, but they have a student who is the daughter of iron man instead.

   You gulped. "The percentage has raised, one day they will find out anyway."

   "(Y/n) have you not know me? Look what it has done to me when i told everyone who i really am."

   "I know, i know. But you know when i was on stage.. i was like, you will keep me secret forever, if they found out who i am you'd probably still dance around the subject, so i remember a video from YouTube, and i was like, let's tell them."

   "What's the video titled?"

   "Just do it."

   "Shia Labeouf." Sam laughed, then realized no one laughed with him and stopped.

   Your dad face palmed and sighed. "That's beyond your decision."

   "It's my decision, what will happen to me 20 years from now? Will you tell people who i am?"

   "..." He didn't reply.

   "You ashamed of me? Is it because my mum... is it because you don't really remember her? Because I don't remember her neither." You asked, didn't even realize how sad you look, but then your face, everybody's faces, went confused.

   Peter pulled you into a hug.

   He feels what it's like to lost someone.

Dumb dad still thought it was a best friend hugging and pointed at you two. "Is this allowed?"

  
   Thor smilingly went in between the two of you, softly split you up, he whispered. "Your dad won't be stupid forever."

"Okay, please, back to the story, what will we do now?" Natasha went back to talk.

"We officially declare her." Tony discussed. He then walked to you once again with softer expression. "Honey, that wasn't wise, but that was just like me, so I can't chew you out."

You nodded with guilt.

"From now on, your life will turn up side down, I'll teach everything you need to be one hell of a stark, are you ready?"

"More than ever." You replied.

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"Today has been an honor for the Jason show. You'd probably heard the rumors about the daughter of Tony stark, or as well known as Iron-man. He's been denying the rumors for these past weeks, until yesterday, a girl revealed herself in front of the whole audience. Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome Tony and (Y/n) Stark."

The studio was crowded with people, since every reporters from every kind of media would kill to be here. An applause brought you and Tony on the stage, this is the first interview, but you were fearless.

Jason, the interviewer started the question. "So, social media has been a mess since yesterday, everyone wants to know who you are, can you introduce yourself officially?"

You nodded. "I'm Tony stark's daughter. Name's (Y/n) Stark."

"Such a beautiful young woman you are, (Y/n), can you tell us how long have you been with your father?"

You looked at Tony, he jerked his head that it's okay to tell them. "Just a while before the battle of New york."

"So you were together through his fight, where exactly were you?"

"I was younger, so it was safer for me to stay away, but I managed to help them, i was the one who brought back Dr. Bruce banner for the fight."

^friendly reminder😂 this scene is so funny for me, it's like, he's hulk, but he went by riding a regular motorcycle, it was so cute.

"Can we asked about your mother?"

"No." You replied, like you didn't wanted to talk about it, when the truth it you didn't have much memory about her.

"Okay, the upcoming question will be from the audience here, anyone?" Jason asked, every hands was in the air.

He picked a woman with a voice recorder in her hands, she stood up. "Why were you hidden for?"

You were going to reply when Tony took turns. "For her own safety, I thought it would be better for her."

"He planned to hid me until my death."

Tony looked at you, he was a little pissed. "Yes, but we figured people started to finding out so we told the world."

Yeah, yeah, whatever. You thought.

"Next question anyone?... you." Jason pointed out at a guy.

   "What's an avengers for you?"

"A family." You said.

"Can you describe?"

"A normal one, except some of them can fly."

"Can you shared us something you did with them, for us to picture it?" He kept adding questions.

"Let's see... we played like a family, also prank, i used to stole Captain America's shield, it wasn't that cool anyway, i just sneaked in his room and took the shield to my room for 2 weeks, he didn't even realize it was missing."

A guy sat down and took notes, Jason was the speaker one. "So, you're basically a normal family, in a hi tech house."

You nodded. then Jason picked one more to ask you. "You, over there."

This one was a girl, probably about 20 years old, she wears makeup like crazy, her eyebrows was so weird that you think it was a wings and would fly off any minute.

"Are you ashamed of yourself that you live off your father?"

It was quite a rude one, Jason said apologies immediately. "I'm sorry... Guards, get her out."

"No, stay, i want to see what she's think." You told him, she was smirking at you, trying to get on your nerves, but you were calm.

"See, you were born on a mountain of money, and if you're successful, people will says it's because your dad." She said.

"If you wonder if I'm ashamed of myself because of my dad, i am not. The only thing i thanks him is the brain of the stark, not just money."

"Yeah, but you still use his money right, while people out there are struggling their life."

"Everyone struggled with their own problems, even me. I use my dad's money like you use yours, are you denying that you didn't use your dad's money when you were younger?"

She couldn't reply.

"If any of you try to attack me with the 'Stark's daughter is lucky because a mountain of money for her' it's not going to even bother me.

The whole audience were in silence, listening to you.

"Because all my dad ever made was weapons, and yes, i am not just his daughter living off his money, i'm his weapons, i'm was made by stark industries, i'm the property of the stark, called (Y/n), thank you."

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"The speech was awesome." Peter smiled at you, he was watching you from the backstage. Now you both walked alone on a backstage of the show, making way to Happy hogan.

"Thanks... I just realized how rude that sounds..."

"It sounded okay, anyway, are you..." Peter went red as a tomato. "Are you free tonight?"

"I guess...?"

"How about a movie night?"

You smiled, and nodded.

Peter was so happy, he smiled so big that his eyes practically closed, you felt something 6520482885% more.

A grabbed of a hand on your shoulder got you to flinched, you turned around to see a guy, with bright blue eyes, and a dark blonde hair, in a white shirt and and a jeans.

It was Harrison osterfield.

"Hey, sorry for interrupting, but my dad is your dad's friend, so I figured i should say hi." He talked directly to you, completely ignored Peter.

You both shook hands. "..oh, hi, i'm (Y/n)."

"I know, i was at both your show at the school, and the interview a minutes ago." He smiled, he was so polite.

"I've heard about you too, a jewelry? Osterfield company isn't it?"

   "Yes, i hope i'd see you around, I really want to." He said, then smoothly kissed the back of your hands, you were surprised.

   "(Y/n) Can you come here for a minutes? Our base's interrupt, anyway idea to shut them down?" You dad shouted, from another side of the walk way.

   "Yeah? Sure." You replied, knowing he can easily fix that but he want you to practice. "Catch up, ok?"

   Peter nodded, you walked out, left Harrison and Peter alone.

   Peter felt something he didn't like about Harrison, the way he looked at you, his smile that's never fade.

   And this.

   "Are you and her dating?" He asked Peter.

 
   "We're not."

   Harrison smiled even wider, so Peter added.

   "Yet."

   "Oh." He giggling, Peter wants to web his mouth up. "Then we have to fight then?"

   "..." Peter just looked at the guy so still.

   "Because... what's your name again?"

   "Peter, peter parker."

   "Because, Peter parker, i think i like her, and i want her."

   Spider-man has met his rival.

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Author : Dear, Thomas potter. I can handle your wand, trust me.