MY TESTS ARE OVER!
I HAVE TIME TO WRITE NOW!

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   Can you believe some random youtube DJ took your voice, saying 'I'm Iron man's daughter.' And made it into a dubstep song for nightclub, it has like 14 million views on YouTube.

   It goes. I- i- i- mmmmm. Iron man's daughter! Then it blast some catchy tunes. And that song was the one you are dancing to right now.

   "Let's take a selfie, (Y/n)!" A dude yelled.

   You lowered down to get in the shot, the suit made you taller. "Make sure i look lit or delete it." Said drunkly, realizing you sounds like a celebrity, oh wait you are indeed beyond.

   "Can anione get me something stonger?" Your didn't realize how drunk your voice sounded all messed up, yet people seem to understand.

They handed you more alcohol and you drank it as if it's your last, you danced around the club, handshake with too many people.

You remember a girl twerk in front of you, so you slapped DAT ASS.

Unfortunately you were wearing your suit, the slap was too rough that they had to send her to hospital, 'It's an honor.' she said.

People keep coming in the club to meet you, now that this place is too crowded you moved yourself to dance on the stage.

   Holding a party is the best thing you've ever done. Except for cuddling with Peter of course. People laugh at every single thing you say, no matter how stupid the joke sounds like, well, laugh for free booze.

   Your dance style ranges from dad at a barbecue to stripper whose rent is due tomorrow. And you still spinning around in iron armor like a fidget spinner.

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   "In here?" Peter asked Ned, very confused. This nightclub is too crowded, people are overflowed and the music was so loud that you could hear it from another town.

   "Yeah..." Ned said, somehow he felt hesitated. "Twitter hashtag #OhMyThor(Y/n)IsWasted is filled with her photos, saying she's in here."

   "..." Peter watched People wearing Iron girl shirt tried to get inside, but they can't, they were seriously too many fans.

   "Peter, can you tell me why she's like this? I knew you two were taking a break but is that the reason she's having mental breakdown?" Ned asked.

   "Mental breakdown? She's just partying. She's no loser dude." Peter said, after all Ned still had no idea, and it's better to keep it that way. "We can't use the gate, i gotta find someway to get in."

"Backdoor? I think it's full with people as well. Unless you can climb the wall and use the rooftop door."

"..."

"OH." Ned said, it reminded Peter the time he asked how can Peter do the internship and being Spider-man together, and he replied this is the internship.

Peter can climb wall without the suit, so only a minutes later he's at the top of it. He entered the club by jumping down to the second floor, he noticed you on the stage, looking so happy, the alcohol must have made you forget all the problems.

But this is so wrong, you are out in the open. Anyone could hurt you, and you wouldn't be able to protect yourself.

He made it downstairs and tried to get to you, it took him a while, and no matter how loud he shouted your name, you couldn't here it.

Finally, Peter crawled up the stage and pulled you to look at him. "(Y/n)!"

You were about to dab so you slapped Peter right on his chin.

Your iron fist was hard enough to make Peter flopping around. You looked at him with red, drunk face, a short piece of memory told you you will die, and he will have to live alone, but then alcohol took place and made you laughed. "Whoops! Sorrie Pedro."

"(Y/n), c'mon, this is not okay." He tried to get you off the stage.

"Guys is my party awesome?!" You shouted.

"Yes!!" They replied.

"So far, this is okey Pete." You shrugged then keep dancing.

"I know the last time we talked was a mess but let me in to help you okay?"

You chuckled. "Boi, you're already inside my club, now watch me whip."

"What?"

"Watch me nae nae."

Peter couldn't seemed to drag you off stage, so he took the microphone and spoke. "Guys, it's been an awesome party, but it has to end."

"Is it true you're banging her!?" One of the crowd yelled.

"HAHAHAAA." You bursted out giggling.

"Are you really just her assistant?!"

"Why are your curls so fabulous?!"

"What dat mouth do boi!?"

"Keeping frogs!!" You replied.

People were insanely yelling and laughing, Peter finally able to drag you away, he didn't listen to what they said.

He took you upstairs to some room at the second floor of the club, as you kept wining you'd rather be down there. He closed the door and took you to the... bed?

"Take it off."

"Boiiii." You shouted.

"Your armor, i mean." He sighed, he remembered you were so much quiet than this when you had your first alcohol.

"You wanna see me naked spidey-boi."

"..." He sighed, again, it's so hard to deal with the Starks. "Please, you don't want shield or Fbi to come to clean this mess up right?"

"Who care? I might be dead before they could even arrest me for whatever reasons."

"As long as we still hope, there are a cure." He said. "Karen, can you make her exit her suit?" He asked Karen through his watch, someone's been upgraded.

"(N/n) won't let me." She replied.

"Please, get out of there."

"Nope, it's warm in here." You teased him by leaning closer for a kiss, but he stopped you.

"What're you doing?"

"Let's have sex."

"What?!" Peter was shook.

"I'm dying, i have to do everything i want to." You insisted.

"If i'm giving you a kiss will you take that suit off?" He bargained, he came to bargain.

"Maybe." You shrugged.

Peter kissed you on the mouth, and your teasingly smile faded away, you immediately took off the armor and jumped to him, put your arms around his neck.

He wrapped his around your waist, God knows you love him, and if this is the last kiss it's better be the best one.

This is not just a normal kiss, maybe because it happened on the bed? It was so passionate and captivating. You ran your fingers through his curly brown hair as the kissing still go on.

You pushed him down the bed, Peter leaned on his back, for a shy-kind of person Peter is actually very smooth. You kissed him again, tried not to be emotional that life will tear you two apart.

You unbuttoned his shirt, Peter know this isn't right but he didn't want to stop neither.

Nothing will stopped you from each other tonight, nothing will, nothing is able to.

Except for Ned.

"Guys!--- OH."

Ned bursted in the room and noticed you both.

"Shit..." You whined, and buttoned up Peter's shirt.

"I'm sorry for cockblocked you! But this is seriously bad, a group of men came in with guns and--"

He stop his sentence as a loud gun shot fired continuously downstairs.

"..." It was like alcohol suddenly stopped working, you looked at each other, someone was definitely shooting a gun. "Close the door."

You told Ned and put on your armor. "(N/n), what happened?"

"A group of hydra broke in and looking for you." She replied.

"These fuckers, what the fuck do they want now, i'm dying, isn't that enough?" You said. "Did you bring your suit with?"

"I did." Peter said.

"Take Ned and run."

"What? No!" Peter shook his head. "I'm not leaving you, we fight together remember?"

"It's not Iron Spider suit, they're armed, they'll kill you and Ned too, you have to go and get my dad." You said nervously.

"No."

"Yes. Peter, yes. I have a feeling that they're not coming to kill me."

"..."

"Please? Be safe, for me?" You begged, and stared at him, intense enough for tears to started swelling up.

You kissed him, as if it was a last kiss.

Then opened the door and walked fiercely downstairs.

The people who was partying with you earlier are not hiding in fears, around the corner. You found a group of hydra mens with guns and weapons standing before you.

"I thought Captain America was your rival, what the fuck do you want from me that much." You asked with so done kind of voice.

"We came to pick you up." They said.

"I don't want to go, I'd rather die in a room with Donald Trampoline."

"If you're not being cooperative, we'll kill them." They said, pointed a gun towards the people.

"..." You sighed, you planned to fly and die at the sea or something like that but now these motherfucker want to take you somewhere. "Why?"

They smiled, and surprised you with such answers.

"We can cure you. Come with us and you won't die."

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Author : Dear, Tom holland. At least notice me on Instagram please.😭