Althea is Tony Stark's daughter. She was dropped off at the mansion as a baby and no one knows who the women is but it's confirmed that she is Tony's flesh and blood. Tony raises her best he can with the help of Rhodey, Pepper and Happy. Althea is i...
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Althea
Peter and I sat in the living room watching Harry Potter on the big screen. I found out he has never seen the movies and forced him to come over for a marathon.
My dad sat in with us for the first two (he swore it was because he loved the movies and totally not to spy on us but my dads not slick and I saw right through him). He got called to work in the middle of the second one though and had to leave.
Peter and I sat on the couch, my head in his lap as he occasionally fed me popcorn.
It had been a month since I met Peter and I can definitely confirm that my feelings for him have only intensified during that month. We quickly became best friends. Probably too quickly which caused me to be thrown into the pits of the friendzone.
I really wished Pepper, Natasha or Wanda were still around. I could use some girl advice. Pepper came around every so often but her and my dad were currently on another break after he idiotically risked his life again. Pepper was always just a phone call away, and she assured that to me time and time again. But I knew it always just served to pull her back to my father, and maybe she didn't want that anymore.
But I really freaking like Peter and there are moments where I think he feels the same. Moments much like the first time we hung out, where we would be millimeters away, not even a second from kissing and I think, this is it. This is where Peter Parker makes his move and finally becomes mine.
But he moves farther away from me and I'm left feeling rejected and... humiliated.
God boys are the worst.
We were currently on the sixth movie. Harry had just used the Felix Felicis. I had been falling in and out of sleep since it began but I listened with my eyes closed.
I felt popcorn hit my lips causing me to mumble.
"You can't sleep!" Peter yelled, throwing popcorn at my face.
I laughed, opening my eyes. I grabbed his hand to stop the popcorn from flying.
"You forced me to watch these," he said, wrapping his hand around mine.
"Yeah but I've seen them a hundred times, more!"
"That does not excuse you from sitting here and watching it with me."
I chuckled, intertwining our fingers without really thinking about it. I wiggled onto my back so I was staring up at Peter, our hands resting on my stomach.
"You're so needy Peter Parker." The smile on my face wouldn't go away.
We just stared at each other for an awkward amount of time — yet it wasn't awkward. Or, at least I didn't think so.
Peter pulled his hand out of mine. The bare feeling left over was way more uncomfortable than the staring.
"Yep that's me," he said overly quick. "A needy friend."
