Biology was a big fat NO - you hated biology...with a passion. It was too complicated, in your opinion.
Unluckily for you, that was the very class you were stuck in right now. Why did you even have to take Biology? You were the notorious Tony Stark's daughter, though kept a secret, a genius by blood; you didn't need school. But for most of your life you had gone to school and so it was to stay that way until you were old enough.
You were sent to Tony after your mother died in a car accident, about a year ago. He didn't actually know you even existed until then. Since you had no family to go to, the government conducted a DNA test to see who your biological father was. As it turned out, that genius, billionaire, playboy, philanthropist was your dad. The authorities were instructed to keep it quiet, by law. Mr.Stark was indeed contacted and informed about your existence. At the time, you expected him to turn you away; but he did something that surprised you, the government, and even himself.
He said you could live with him.
Long story short, you moved in and, though awkward at first, warmed up to him and eventually met the Avengers. However, you were still studying at NYC high school to keep some essence of your old life.
Then that leads you here - in a boring-ass biology lesson...
"H-hey," someone lightly tapped your shoulder from behind, distracting you from your thoughts.
Turning around, you set your eyes on a fellow classmate, one of which you slightly recognised but rarely addressed.
"Yes?" You answered, a little tired.
"Could you just...grab my pen of the floor?" He smiled nervously, "It's just underneath your chair."
He laughed a little nervously. His smile seemed to lighten you up a little. It was nice to see a genuine smile once in a while. Maybe it was the way his eyes beamed that added that hint of hope; something you had not felt in a while.
Leaning down, you picked up the pen and returned it to his desk with a small smile, avoiding further eye-contact.
"Thanks, I-I'm Peter by the way," he added.
You took note of his stammer. Did you make him nervous? No, you weren't intimidating.
"Peter...Parker?" You asked, trying to remember where you'd seen him.
He gave a quick but happy nod, a timid smile still upon his innocent face. Then you realised he was the one that got beat up by Flash. You suddenly felt a little guilty for remembering him like this - it didn't leave much left for his dignity. Although, now you had some idea as to why he stuttered.
Feeling sympathy for the brunette boy, you decided to continue the conversation.
"Do you like science then?" You questioned, providing small talk.
Peter was slightly surprised you opted to strike a conversation with him, but he figured you were bored, going by the expression on your face.
"Yeah, I guess..." he shrugged.
"What about Physics and Chemistry?" You said.
"I like physics, but then I also have to be good at it..." he trailed off, realising he still had to keep his alter-ego a secret.
"What do you mean?" You frowned.
"N-nothing!" He quickly answered.
"So then..." you paused, "Do you like biology?"
"It's not really my favourite I'd say," He sighed.
"Well then Peter, I might consider talking to you again. Y'know, it's better than listening in this class," you smiled.
Thinking you had the shy guy all figured out, you left the class with a certain pride and confidence, a trait you inherited from you Dad of course. But, the truth was, you really had no idea...
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