Mr. Stark's Daughter

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Grace's POV

I finished packing my suitcase.

"Kid! You ready?!" I heard Happy yelling. I stepped outside of my room and made my way to the main room. I redesigned the Avengers facility to be more like a home. The lab and everything is still connected but it's more spaced out.

"Yep. Let's go" He took my suitcase and I took my carry on. I've never been on a normal plane before. I wonder what it is like.

"You excited?"

"Yes. I have't been to Europe in a long time." The last time i went to Europe was to fight Steve.

"I hope you have fun. I'll miss you"

"I'll miss you too Happy." I hugged him and took my stuff out of the car. I walked into the airport and met up with my class.

"Hey Grace" Brad Davis said and I smiled.

"Hi Brad"

"I was just wondering how you are doing"

"Um, I kinda hate it when people ask me how I'm doing. It's a recent thing." He nodded.

"I'm sorry. I should have thought about that."

"It's all good. You didn't know."

"So are you excited for the trip."

"Yep. I haven't been to Europe since I was fifteen."

"Oh. I've never been so maybe you could be my tour guide."

"Sorry Brad, she's already my tour guide." MJ pulled my arm and I smiled at her.

"It's all good. Maybe I could just tag along then?"

"I'll letcha know" MJ pulled me over to where she was standing before. "You looked like you needed saving."

"I did." She smiled. "Have you been on a plane before?" She nodded. "What's it like? I've never been on a normal plane. Only my dad's"

"Well it's basically the same as a private jet besides the fact that you are cramped in a seat, you get crappy food, one maybe two bathrooms, and most of the time crying babies."

"Fun" I laughed. "Maybe on the way home I'll call the Stark Jet and we can drink champagne while everyone else suffers" She laughed this time.

"Yes please"

Next thing I knew we were boarding the plane.

MJ and I made our way to our seats while Flash was trying to bully Peter.

"Yo, Parker. This is an airplane. It's like the buses you're used to, except it flies over the poor neighborhoods instead of driving through them."

"Hey Flash, have you ever been on a private plane?" He was silent. "Well as you know, I own a few and I have pictures of Peter on it. And a few of him on my dad's yacht. Wanna see?" He rolled his eyes and took a sip of the champagne he was drinking.

"Ma'am?" MJ called over one of the flight attendants. "He blipped, so technically, he's sixteen, not twenty-one" She took Flash's champagne.

"She's lying. I don't even know this girl." I smiled at Peter before MJ and I walked to our seats. We were sitting next to each other, with Betty next to me.

Brad Davis helped me put my stuff into the carry on above me.

"Hey, guys. There's an old lady in front of us wearing a crazy amount of perfume, and it's kind of setting off Peter's allergies." Peter isn't allergic to perfume. "Betty if you could just switch seats with him, that would be..."