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
When I woke up, I felt as if my head was being cut in half by a rusty chainsaw.
Why.
The fuck.
Did I drink.
So much.
I groaned, rolling on to my side. I spotted a bottle of Advil with water and a tray of pancakes and sausage. Sitting up, I took four pills, downing the water in nearly one gulp. I began eating the pancakes, praying it'd cure this nasty head ache. After I finished eating I went back to bed.
The second time I awoke, my head felt only as if it were being hit with a hammer. I popped another Advil into my mouth stretching wide. I still wore my clothes from last night so I got up to my dresser, putting on a pair of sweats, a sports bra and a crop top. I tried throwing my hair up in a pony tale but the headache only increased by doing so.
I laid back down on my bed as the door creaked open.
"After noon my party bug." My dad walked into the room. "Have a fun night?"
"Can you yell at me after the hangover passes?"
"I'm not going to yell at you Thea. Trust me I've been there. I created being there."
I laughed slightly, stopping as soon as the pain shot through my head.
"Just wanted to let you know that Peter is here and I'm letting him in."
"Wait! No! Dad please!" I begged, running up to him, I grabbed his hand to keep him from leaving. "I totally made an ass out of myself yesterday. There's no way —"
"Althea. This thing between you two, is killing me. As a parent and as a person. Also... Happy, Rhodey, and I totally betted on when you two would get together and I'm close to winning."
He patted my shoulder. "Dad. This isn't a game. He doesn't like me and I'm not going to just embarrass myself even more for a stupid bet!"
"Althea." He grabbed both my shoulders. "You are a super intelligent girl. But right now you're being an idiot. Talk to him."
"But dad—"
My father left leaving me to pace around my room.
What the hell was I going to say.
Peter walked into my room. His hair was unstyled, curling and laying flat against his forehead. He shoved his hands into his pockets, shutting the door slightly.
"So..."
"Look it's okay," I said. "I get it."
"And what is it that you get?" Peter asked with a raised eyebrow.
"You and... MJ." I winced just saying it. "I mean she's great! So like... it's great! So, so great..."
"Wait, wait, wait. MJ and... me? What the hell do you mean Thea?"
"That you and MJ are... y'know... come on don't make me say it, Peter." I wrapped my arms around my shoulders, sitting on the edge of my bed.
Peter laughed. He actually laughed.
"Who told you MJ and I were dating?" he asked through chuckles.
"Flash..."
"Flash?! And you believed him?!"
His amused smile made me angry. I was so horribly broken last night when Flash told me. It doesn't matter if it was true or not — I did believe it and him mocking my naïveté was just making me angry.
"Geez, you're right Peter! I'm an expert with people so I should totally just know when people are assholes!"
I stood walking to my door. "Maybe you should just —"
"Althea wait." He grabbed my hand. "I'm sorry. I know that you don't know what a jerk Flash is but the point is, he was lying. I'm not with anyone. But there's someone I want to be with."
I pulled my hand out of his grip.
"You don't need to rub my nose in it. I said I got it."
He chuckled, making my anger intensify. Why the hell was he laughing. I turned on him, ready to chew him out.
He grabbed my hand again. "Althea. You can be a real idiot sometimes."
"And Peter you can be a real —"
I was stopped mid-sentence as Peter pressed his lips against mine. I wasn't really sure what to do. Or what was happening. My brain couldn't process it.
I have thought about this moment a lot but it seemed a lot easier in my head.
He pulled away.
"You- you didn't kiss back..." he said. "That's not how I saw that going in my head."
"Y-you kissed me... oh... oh! I-its me? I'm the someone you want to be with?"
He nodded.
I squealed a little, interlocking my fingers with his. "I'm the someone you want to be with!"
He laughed. "Yes, yes you are."
"So... can we redo the whole kiss thing?" I asked a bit awkwardly. "I kind of ruined it with my confusion."
Peter laughed again, nodding. "Yes, please."
I stood on my tippy-toes as he bent down, his lips pressing against mine once more. This time I kissed back and it was everything I could have imagined and more. I felt as light as air.
He pressed his body further against mine. My back pressed against my door causing it to shut all the way.
"That door better be open!" My fathers voice rang through the house.
Peter and I parted. I reached behind me, cracking the door back open.
"Yeah that's what I thought. J.A.R.V.I.S, call Rhodey..... Rhodey! Where's my fifty..... Yeah I witnessed the whole thing, they're dating! Pay up."
Peter and I both laughed. I rolled my eyes at how ridiculous my father was.
Peter cupped my cheek with his hand. "Let's go on a date."
"A what?"
"A date." He kissed my forehead. "You know the thing two people do when they're... y'know..."
"No... I don't know. When two people are what, Peter?" I asked coyly, leaning closer.
His face went red. "You just want me to say it."
"Say what? I honestly have no idea what you're meaning?"
He sighed but was smiling. "When they're... boyfriend and girlfriend."
I squealed slightly causing Peter to chuckle. I stood on my tippy toes to give him a quick kiss.
"I'm going to get ready." I pushed him out of my room, shutting the door to get ready.
I was about to go on a date with Peter Parker and I couldn't have been more happy.
