Life As The Youngest Avenger

Tony Stark's Daughter?!

Backstory: Peter is Maria Stark's boyfriend. Basically all you need to know. Oh, it's set after The battle of New York but before Age of Ultron and Civil War.

Maria Stark's POV

"DAD! Get your butt up here or I'll get Pepper to do it!" I screamed down to my father who was predictably unconcious in his lab. A crash and grumble echoed up the stairs and I smirked at my success. Turning around I walked over to the very expensive white couch and looked out at the view of New York City. There was something hypnotizing about all the flickering lights during the nightime hours, no matter how often you saw it. I heard the unmistakable stomping of my sleep deprived and grumpy father approaching

"Nice of you to join me, finally" I sighed, barely hiding the disappointment splayed across my face. He had been caught up in his work alot lately and seemed to have cast me aside, sad really, seeing as though im literllay his only family member left. He stared at me blankly

"You're a little late for my presentation. It ended TWO hours ago" I prompted and he seemed to catch on his eyes going wide, an apoligetic expression on his features. But it was too late, the damage had been done and he knew it

"Maria, I- I know I've been buried by my work lately but-" His attempted apology made it worse somehow and anger boiled inside me so I cut him off

"But you haven't been 'buried' in work. Not since you signed over the company to Pepper! You're choosing to do whatever it is you're doing down there ALL day" I paused to take a breath

"Mari-"

"No, Dad. You're 'work' is obviously more important to you than your own daughter. So excuse me if I feel a little forgotten!" I could see tears in his eyes, I couldn't care less at that moment

"Goodnight 'Dad'. I WON'T see you tomorrow. As usual" I pushed past him and didn't stop until I was within the safe space of my room and the door was locked behind me. Immediatley I started pacing, breathing and heart beat rapid as I tried to calm down. No, not now. I can't have another panic attack now. Sadly my body didn't care much for my opinion and instead collapsed onto the cold marble floor. I couldn't breath, I couldn't see, the only thing I could hear was my frantic pulse thrumming in my ears. Then suddenly I wasn't in my room, I was in the living room back at the old house, seconds before the missile hit. I watched as my father's face contorted with fear and he lunged toward me, instantly aching for him to hold me. I was a prisoner in my own mind as I relived some of the worst moments in my life, the news announcement on my dad's kidnapping, the expo, almost dying when my house exploded and finally the most haunting, the battle of New York.
Buzz, buzz, buzz...
My phone was my savior, pulling my attention from my negative thoughts.

"He- Hello" I sniffled bringing the phone to my ear

"Mar? Are you okay?" Great, it was Peter. Although I knew he was exactly who I needed at that moment I really didn't want to tell him about all my problems, not now at least

"It, uh. It happened again" I had calmed down mostly but was still crying a little, hearing Peter's voice helped alot though

"Ok, I'll uh. I'll be there in five, k?" I was a little surprised, I mean it was almost 12am

"Ar- are you sure?" He confirmed before assuring me that everything would be fine and hanging up. I smiled to myself, even though I had never told him, I loved Peter so much. He was so sweet and always cared about me. He was nicer than my own father most of the time.
I was still in the fetal position I had been in before when a knock sounded on my door

"Mar? It's Peter!" I couldn't speak, if I did I would lose it. Instead I hummed in response and he understood, picking the lock, he let himself in and rushed over. He was careful not to touch me, in case he set me off again