Ms. Stark [Peter Parker]

Chapter 11| Stanley's Bar

MARIA
9:03 pm; Friday- Avengers Facility

"Tighten the dress more in the back. It could be tighter."

"TIGHTER? Tighter? She won't be able to walk if I go any tighter!"

Wanda yelled at Natasha, as she zipped up my skin tight dress in the back. I knew Natasha was used to tight suits, but this dress is a lot more than just tight.

Natasha walked around me, eyeing me up and down.

"I like the black dress. She looks kinda like me," she proclaimed, proudly.

"No offense Nat, but I would never wear this if it wasn't for the mission." Natasha shrugged slightly, but then Rhodey entered the room.

"Peter is ready-WOAH!" he said, taking in the view of my outfit. Natasha smiled proudly again, at his reaction of course. I don't think she understood he was more blown away by surprise of me wearing this outfit, rather than the look of it.

"I chose the outfit. Fits a bar, right?"

Wanda sighed as she muttered something under her breath. She finally let go of the zipper, releasing me since it was finished.

"Well I suppose so," Rhodey said, still blinking rapidly.

I went over to the mirror to see the strapless black dress. It was almost a leather material, as it hugged my thighs until the mid of it. It was narrowed down my chest though, luckily it covered up my breasts good enough.

I am never going to wear this again, I thought, as I followed Rhodey out of the room.

We reached where the rest of the guys were, which was right near the exit of the Avengers Facility. I looked out the windows to see how dark it was, as I realized I was never usually here this late. All the men were talking what it seemed like to Peter.

I slither down the stairway, in a smooth manner so no one would pay attention to me.

Even as I hit the floor, no one even glanced at me. The only ones who knew I was there, was the three people following behind me. I gingerly tip-toed up to my father, and tap on his shoulder from behind.

"And that's why I said-" my dad paused after he felt the tip of my finger to his shoulder back. He started turning to see who it really was, ignoring his conversation with Vision.

"Hey Tiger, about time you were ready-"

Once he turned around fully to see me, he paused himself as if he was seeing if it was really me. The other Avengers had similar reactions after they noticed my dad's pause with his words. Except my dad seemed to be the maddest of them all.

"What on earth are you wearing?" he demanded, still looking at my outfit. He furrowed his eyebrows, bewildered by what I was wearing.

"It's Natasha's fault."

"HEY!" Natasha shot back at Wanda's blunt information. My dad was about to shoot fire at Natasha, but I quickly butted in.

"You think I want to wear this either? It's for the mission, that's all."

"Yeah, but the mission isn't to have every pervert staring at you in the bar-"

"Little Stark shall be fine. I've seen young ladies half her age in half her clothing," Thor says, putting a hand on my dad's shoulder trying to comfort him. He immediately brushes it off though.

"Don't act like you wouldn't wear that if you were a girl tony!" Sam yells from the corner, lightening the mood. My dad offers a half smile, not denying the fact.