Well, Fuck.

Chapter three

"Kiddo.... you know that's not true!" Tony said, heartbroken at the sight of his daughter crying. He thought back to all the moments he's spent with her, and to his disappointment, she was absolutely correct.

He barely spent more than a few minutes with her every day. And when he did, he was usually busy doing something else and didn't give her the proper attention she deserved.

"What does it matter? You're probably just gonna lock me up in a mental hospital so I'm not an embarrassment to you!" You say, tears having finally stopped and left you feeling numb.

"He wouldn't! Mr. Stark is great!" Peter exclaimed, trying to be helpful and failing, judging by the look you gave him.

"You've known him for how long exactly? No offence but why are you still here?" You ask, voice flat and emotionless.

Peter flinches. "Because you're my soulmate and I care about you!" He says.

"Kid, give us a moment." Tony says, shooing Peter our of the room.

"First off, I'm not going to send you away. Secondly, you're my kid and I care about you and-" you cut him off with a laugh that's half laugh, half sob.

"Since Fucking when?" You exclaim.

"Since the first day I saw you! I knew you were my kid and I haven't done right by you and that's wrong of me but you're still my kid. Give me a chance."

You pause, frowning. In your head you think, 'does he really deserve one?'

You open your mouth to reply but are cut off by FRIDAY's red alert for the Avengers to assemble.