fox (iron man's daughter)

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fox's p.o.v

i walk into the living room to a new voice.

"did you miss me though? come on admit you missed me"

it's a boy, he looks about my age, and he's kind of cute.

"if i did, i wouldn't tell you" tony is sat next to him on the sofa, smiling fondly.

he looks more like this kid's dad than mine.

tony looks up as i walk through the doorway "hey kid, sleep well?".

i shake my head rubbing my face and sitting opposite him.

"wanna talk about it?"

i look at the boy, then back to tony "maybe later" i mumble.

he nods understandingly and looks to the boy "fox this is peter, peter this is fox".

the boy smiles "nice to meet you".

i smile back, partially to be polite, but also because his smile is gorgeous.

"peter is spider-boy, fox is.. my daughter" tony trails off towards the end and i smirk at the surprise in peter's eyes.

"i didn't know you had a daughter" he raises his eyebrows half a metre.

"yeah neither did i, kid" he sighs and as inappropriate as it is, i laugh.

tony looks at me and smiles, shaking his head "the other day you looked like you were going to punch me over this".

"i got my punch out yesterday" i shrug, remembering the events of the beach.

he nods and looks like he's thinking for a minute "so.. pepper was going to break the news to you yesterday but then that happened and now you're here so i may as well do it now whilst you're with peter".

"well now i'm worried" i pull a face and stare at him.

"don't be, you have to go to school at some point and we figured that you should start soon" he pauses, as if to gage my reaction. i nod slowly, giving nothing else away. "pepper and i had a look at your report cards, and managed to get you into the same grade as peter".

i frown "what grade are you in?" i ask peter.

"10"

i frown even more "i'm only in grade 8!".

"you'll be fine, you're a clever kid" he attempts to reassure me and i roll my eyes.

"sure".

***

i walk with peter on the first day. i'm terrified.

ive never been a fan of school, i get overwhelmed and shaky and i panic a lot. peter tries awkwardly reassuring me that it'll be okay but these kids are older than me and probably smarter and im scared. it doesn't help that i'm only five feet tall, a foot shorter than half of the kids in this school.

i end up gripping peter's arm as we navigate the corridors. we're in all the same classes, probably something to do with tony.

our first lesson is math. ive never particularly liked maths, maybe because there's always a correct answer and anything else is incorrect and that bothers me, it's not how life should work.

i keep my head down in school, always have, i hate conflict with authority and i cry when i get yelled at. peter's sat next to me and asks if i need help a few times, but i turn him down and try to do it by myself.

at the end of the lesson the teacher tells us she'll mark our work and email our grades out later and peter and i head to our next lesson.

over the course of the day he introduces me to a few of his friends, including ned who seems sweet.