ANGELICA // PETER PARKER (1)

YOUR COMPLETELY NORMAL, MILLIONAIRE DAD

Angelica shook slightly with nerves. Peter would know that what the little girl had told him was a lie, and she regretted it. Of course she regretted it, but she couldn't go around shouting about her multimillionaire father.

She'd been nervous since Tony and herself reached Queens. She played with the silver band on her thumb and twirled her hair around her finger so many times it'd knotted. Angelica had filled Tony in on everything she'd told Peter, however Tony was adamant that once Peter saw the world famous Tony Stark he'd forget all about the little white lie. She sat daintily on the sofa which was situated in the small apartment Peter's Aunt May owned. Her pleated skirt rubbed against her leg as it shook violently, her baby pink crop top moving in and out with each breath she took. May had offered both Tony and Angelica a snack — which Tony gladly accepted, and the little girl kindly declined, as she remembered Peter's warning about May's cooking.

Unbelievably, Angelica's father was a huge flirt. There was no doubt that May was attractive and Tony took full advantage of that, telling her she was gorgeous from the moment she opened the door to them.

There was a rustling of the doorknob before the grey door was pushed open. The lanky, brunette boy pushed through and set his bag down on the table, not having caught eye of the two sat on the chair next to his aunt. "Hey, May."

May gulped down her coffee in a hurry, scrambling to get up as Angelica's heart trembled faster. "Mmm. Hey! How was school today?"

Peter walked through to the kitchen with his earphones in, nodding his head to whatever he was listening to dorkishly. "It was okay. This crazy car parked outside." During his talking Peter trailed off, his eyes setting on the three pairs staring back at his own. More importantly, the pair he'd been dying to see since the last time he'd seen them. Identical to them say another pair, the pair belonging to Tony Stark.

"Oh, Mr Parker." Tony quipped, quirking his eyebrow as he caught the young boy staring at his daughter.

"Um... wha- what are you d-doing..." he stammered adorably, eyes flickering between Angelica and Tony. "Hey! Um, I-I'm Peter."

"Tony, and my daughter, Angelica." The short girl raised her tiny hand in a short wave, an embarrassed blush covering her freckled cheeks.

"D-Daughter! What are you- what are you doing here?" He crossed his arms over his chest. Angelica gulped, watching Peter's muscular arms flex underneath his hoodie.

"It's about time we met. You've been getting my emails, right? And surely, you've met my daughter." Tony gestured for Peter to play along.

Confusedly, the teenager nodded along to the Iron Man's words. "Yeah! Yeah, right. Regarding the..."

"You didn't even tell me about the grant." May scolded her nephew.

"About the grant."

"The September Foundation." Said Tony.