ANGELICA // PETER PARKER (1)

WHERE'S MY SUPER SUIT

"ANGELICA STARK, WHAT ON EARTH WERE YOU THINKING?!" Were the first words Angelica heard as the Taxi dropped her off outside the tower. Tony stood in front of the door in his plush suit, arms crossed in front of him and foot tapping against the spotless pavement. From first glance Angelica knew she was in deep trouble. As a result she kept her little head down as she got out of the taxi. Yellow shoes guided her towards Tony slowly until she stood in front of him, not daring to look up. However, she couldn't help but smile inside as he called her Angelica Stark, and not Angelica Stevens. "Well?"

"I just wanted to go out and see New York." Two pairs of sparkling brown eyes met with a pure reflection of one another. The man sighed, placing a hand on the small of Angelica's back to lead her back towards the tower. He felt as though he couldn't be mad when her tiny vulnerable voice spoke against his own defeatedly. He felt malicious and cruel; as though he were entirely overreacting.

"You don't have to sneak out, Angel." He mumbled. "You could've just asked me. I understand how you feel, always being pent up inside." Angelica smiled solemnly, nodding. "Now. Onto other things..."

Tony described everything to his beloved daughter, from Bucky escaping to Vision calling him. She listened intently the whole time, nodding along to his careful words and cringing at his vulgar language.

"What're we gonna do, dad?"

"Well..." tony smirked "how we make you that suit."

Using her artistic traits, Angelica sat down at the drawing board with her father, sketching out a suit and bonding a loving relationship with him. They shared giggles and threw pencils at one another, completely forgetting the outside world.

"So, what colour?" Tony asked as he enlarged the image to Angelica's measurements on the large screen.

"Pink!" The words left her mouth quickly, causing Tony to wince slightly with a chuckle. He should've guessed.

"Are you sure you don't want something more... subtle?"

"I'm sure, dad."

And within hours, the suit was ready. It slightly resembled a power rangers suit, a slight skirt and bottoms covering her legs. It stretched, making it easy to slip on and off. Tony said it wasn't the final product, but would suffice for the circumstances. The blonde smiled as she twirled in the suit. It felt like a right of passage, as though she were really part of Tony's world. Smiling fondly at his daughter, Tony muttered, "look at my little girl, growing up." And Angelica smiled so much she thought her face would fall off.

The day ended with Angelica and Tony having practiced fighting and watching the viral video of spider man. Tony was impressed to say the least, not so much but the Spider-Man's home made costume.

"His name's Peter." Angelica mumbled as she mixed the pasta in the saucepan.

Snapping his head up, "what? How do you know?"

"I met him, today." She replied carelessly. Her father's eyebrows scrunched together.

"We can't trust him if he goes around telling people who he really is, Angel." He sighed and crossed his legs, one over the other.

"Oh, he didn't just tell me. I saw it in his back pack."

"How old is he?"

"Around my age." She poured the pasta into the strainer. With a sigh Tony stood from his seat, making his way towards his daughter. Awkwardly rubbing at the back of his neck he cleared his throat.

"So, you're not going to like, I don't know. Fall in love with him or anything?"

Angelica dropped the pasta into the bowl unintentionally, the brown haired man's question taking her largely off guard.

"Wha- I don't know! I only just met him!"

"I don't want to give the bird and the bees talk so soon."

"Dad!"

"Angel!"

"Not funny." She mumbled and placed the sauce into the pasta. The jar was snatched out of her hand, Tony holding it above her head. The little girl tried to reach it, but Tony was too tall for her five foot frame. "Seriously, dad?" She giggled, jumping up to reach the sauce. After a while Tony let up, giving it back and petting her hair.

"We'll meet him tomorrow. I'll have happy find his location. Would that make you happy, Angel?"

"The happiest, dad."