After smacking my phone onto the phone in a sleep-induced delirium for the fourth time, I swung my legs out of bed. My eyes still felt glued shut, but I was fully awake. Mostly because of the anxiety bubbling up in my stomach. My senior year of high-school was quickly coming to close which meant too may tests.
"Friday, turn my phone alarm off," I mumbled, stumbling across the mess that was my bedroom floor. The buzzing of my phone stopped, and the lights flicked on in my room.
"Frick," I hissed dramatically.
"You have t-minus 1 hour until departure," Friday's voice echoed through my room.
"So I can sleep for one more hour?" I asked the disembodied voice hopefully.
"No." Was her simple answer.
"Just thought I ask." I kicked through the pile of probably clean clothes in the corner of my room and bent over to pick up a pair of simple ripped jean-shorts, and some geeking t-shirt that I would get bullied for. Only the people I trusted - a poor few- knew that the Tony Stark was my one and only father. Well, not technically my one and only. But I don't care whose DNA is in me if he gave me up for any reason, I don't think of him as my father.
It felt like only a few minutes had passed as I yanked my clothes on, tossed my hair into a half-up hairdo, and put on the bare necessities of makeup, but Friday's voice ripping through my thoughts warning me of the fifteen minutes that I had left could say otherwise.
Tripping down into the kitchen as I slipped my dusty old combat boots onto my feet I was unusually greeted by Peter.
"Oh, hey," I waved quickly and grabbed a granola bar from the expansive pantry.
"You could have any shoes in the world but you still insist on wearing the single pair of ratty boots," my dad adjusted his hundred-dollar collar as he walked into the kitchen.
"You know you love them," I smiled back with fake sweetness. He opened his mouth to blaspheme my boots so more but I cut him off. "You hate the boots, you hate me."
His mouth shut slowly.
"That's what I thought," I winked.
Peter had sat watching quietly the whole time, elbows resting comfortably on the kitchen island's counter. "I feel a little left out."
"Speaking of which, why are you even here? Did you forget something last night?"
"No," he stood up," I convinced Mr. Stark to let me bring you along on my school's D.C. trip since we're both seniors and your school doesn't do things like this."
My face lit up. I quickly looked at said 'Mr. Stark' half expecting him to deny ever agreeing to such a thing, but no such thing escaped him.
"No way!" I almost squealed, but I clapped a hand over my mouth to stop it, "but I haven't even packed."
"That's taken care of," my dad waved it off.
"Thank you thank you thank you," I rushed over and wrapped my dad in a tight hug. Despite all of the things that my dad does, he really does care. You could blame his past for his seeming indifference.
"You and Mr. Parker better get going," my dad warned, smiling down at me as I released him, "And one last thing-" he added as we turned to go-" Parker here better keep his hands to himself."
"Dad!" I groaned, a contradictory smile firmly planted on my face. I grabbed Peter's hand and pulled him excitedly towards the door.
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Starkly in Love- A Spiderman x Reader
Fanfiction~Unedited~ After spending your eighteen years of life as the adoptive daughter of the prideful millionaire Tony Stark, you've gotten used to his sarcastic and secretive ways surrounding his super-hero life. You were fine with it until three years...
