( STEATODA )

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THE DOOR SLAMMED OPEN TO, reveal an older man that looked almost similar to the H/C haired teen that calmly sat on her bed, a puzzled expression on her face. Of course she knew what this man was doing in her room, but she couldn't tell him what the issue from before was, or what was happening at the moment. She knew how he was with having guests over without his permission, especially male guests. He was an overprotective guy, but he was also a piece of shit. He didn't treat her the best. He only stuck up for her because he knew he would be able to hold it over her head in the future.

"What was that noise, hmm??" The father questioned with a look of suspicion on his face, his arms crossing over his broad chest. He thought he would've caught her doing something wrong, like he'd always hoped, but no. She was just staring at him, trying to fake a confused look so that he wouldn't think anything was going on. That was never an issue for him though because he always did suspect she was up to something, even when she wasn't.

She was stuck for a split second before she shrugged at the H/C haired man as he thoughts attempted to come up with the first believable thing she could've ever said, "It was nothing. I just knocked my drink over and I thought it spilled on my homework... Mrs. Ross is really strict you know..."

Taking some steps over to his daughter that narrowed her eyes with her lips forming into a tight line, he then leaned over, irritating her even more as he did so. His eyebrow raised and he looked her up and down as if he had to keep watch on her every move. She didn't know how her angel of a mother tolerated him when she was around, "Are you telling me the truth??"

"Yes, I'm telling the truth. I have nothing to lie for." Y/N responded with her voice seeming to grow a little stern against her father. He didn't do anything. He didn't even move a muscle. He wanted her to know that her tone of voice didn't affect him at all, and that it never would be able to.

She could see that that's what he was going for too, and she hated that, but she didn't mention anything about it since he wasn't either. It just annoyed her, but that was nothing new. He taunted her and got underneath her skin in ways nobody else could. She actually began to think that she was cursed by god himself, "So? What are you still doing here??"

"I've got my eye on you, Y/N. You're probably just like your mother. Your good grades don't prove anything to me..." the mention of Y/Ns mother caused her to freeze up, and she couldn't say anything about that. That deeply offended her, but it wasn't because he thought her and her mother were alike, it was because he mentioned her just to insult her, and that hurt. Not too long ago they were in love, and now he seemed to despise her.

Staring at the man's back as he walked right over to her door, his footsteps louder than ever, Y/N curled up against her bed and wrapped her arms around herself before she heard that loud slam of the door, resulting in her twitching for a quick moment. She only tried to keep a strong look because she knew who else was in the room.

After a few more seconds, she watched the man in red remove himself from the corner of the ceiling, his body gently plopping down on the woman's soft bed. He could tell that she was sad, and that made him sad too. He wanted nothing more than to punish the other male, but he also knew that was her father, and since that's all she clearly had, he didn't want her to lose another parent.

"Are.. are you okay..?" He whispered underneath his breath in case the father was anywhere around even though he could actually feel that he'd returned back to his own room.

Shrugging at the hero, Y/N kept herself in a little curl, no emotion on her face. He didn't think he'd see her like this so early on, and he couldn't imagine how embarrassed she must've felt. He didn't even want to think about how it felt to be in her shoes. Living with someone so evil must've really took a toll on her. Reaching his hand up to her back, he began to rub up and down in a comforting way.

It didn't seem to help her though. She was feeling too embarrassed, she actually just wanted him to go and come back another time, but at the same time she liked that he was atleast attempting to make her feel better. It was confusing feelings she was feeling even though she didn't confront them.

"Do..." spiderman gulped for a moment, his hand that was once rubbing against Y/Ns back now covering his mouth as he blushed underneath his mask. He shivered for a moment and let his hand drop before he cleared his throat and leaned his shoulder closer to the girls, "Do you want me to kiss you..?"