No One Like You (Peter Parker & Stark Daughter)

Tied To You

"Daddy, can I go to a party tonight?" I ask as I walk into the kitchen, leaning against the counter.

"Princess, you know you're grounded." He chuckles softly as I frown.

"Yeah, I'm grounded for one more day. At midnight I'll be ungrounded, and the party starts at 10. Can I pleeease go?" I pout, making sure he's looking my way as I give my best puppy dog eyes.

He sighs in defeat, turning to the stove. "Fine, I guess. But you have to be home before 2." He says sternly, making me nod.

"I swear it."

"And no boys."

"Oka-"

"No alcohol either."

"Daaad." I groan. "I get it. Absolutely no fun."

"Now you're getting it." He jokes, pulling me into a hug, making me laugh.

"Daddy, I need to go get readyyyy." I groan, pushing him back and laughing again, running up to my room.

I don't wanna be too "Look at me, I'm rich!" but at the same time, parties aren't fun if you don't wear an expensive dress and show up in a Lamborghini.

God, I'd totally punch me in the face if I knew me.

So I got dressed in something Kylie Jenner was shown wearing weeks before, along with some heels that hurt really bad but made my ass look great, and headed down to the garage.

But because I texted him I'd be on my way, Peter was already sat on my car in his Spiderman suit.

"Peter, you can't be here! If my dad sees-" I start, but he cuts me off.

"He won't see." He chuckles. "Thought you'd enjoy a personal escort from your friendly neighbourhood Spiderman?" He extends his arm and I laugh, grabbing his hand and pulling him to me.

"You really are quite the romantic." I tease. "And I'd absolutely adore being taken by you- wait that sounds dirty." I giggle, something I haven't done since i was six. "Are you gonna roll up to the party in your suit?"

"I'm gonna drop you off, change, then meet you inside." He confirms, which makes me nod.

"Let's get going then, first night of freedom." I grin.

We then sneak up to the roof, carefully avoiding my dad, and get ourselves to the party way quicker than if we'd used my car.

He does as planned, dropping me at the front- quite literally so he wouldn't be seen- and going to change.

As I walk inside there are the usual scents of alcohol mixed with cheap weed out of makeshift Bud Light can pipes. To say I missed this was a severe understatement.

I make my way through the crowd with ease, finding the table that had several half empty bottles and mixing myself something that would hurt in the morning.

Halfway through said drink Peter runs up to me, smiling. "Hey, sorry, I got my suit caught on a bush, it was this whole thing-"

"It's fine." I chuckle, handing him my drink. "Try it, it's kind of like drinking Satan's piss."

His face contorts as he takes a sip, with a cough and a nod he hands the drink back to me. "You definitely weren't lying. That's disgusting." He lets out a half-hearted laugh, and I take another sip.

"Wanna dance?" I suggest, already pulling him to the crowd of sweaty, grinding bodies. But he was quick to shake his wrist out of my grasp, shaking his head.

"Huge crowds really aren't my thing-" He begins, but I roll my eyes, the alcohol already beginning to take its toll.

"I'll give you one more chance before finding the nearest guy and grinding with him, which i won't be to happy about because I'm dating you." I say, pulling him to me and frowning, putting my hand on the back of his neck. "Pleeeease?"

"You're drunk already?" He sighs, trying to masquerade his frown with a chuckle.

"A little bit." I admit, giggling. "C'mon, let's goooooo." I groan, trying to pull him again, but to no avail.

"Seriously, Clo. I can't do big crowds." He says firmly, shaking my hand off once again.

I look at him blankly for a moment, then let out a humph, pushing my way into the crowd and ignoring his attempts to stop me.

A sinking feeling sets but I ignore it as nauseousness.

Never ignore your instinct.