Maximum Stark

Daughter?

Tomorrow is my one month anniversary of living with dad. He knows it's not much but he still thinks that it should be celebrated. I agreed to it anyways I mean not like I had a choice. My peps from Queens are coming over tomorrow to see me as well. I thought of inviting Peter too but I thought that it would be weird to tell him I'm a Stark. I kind of miss home. Not for my mom or anything. As much as I hate school I can admit that I miss that too. The avengers try to make me feel as social as possible but they are still all adults. I tend to get lonely sometimes. As I sat in my room working on homeschool I heard the door bell ring. I really don't know who it might be because all my peps are coming tomorrow. I ran downstairs anyways. Without even thinking I swung the door open. There stood... Peter?
"M-Max? What are you doing here? Everyone thought you were kidnapped or something you haven't been to school no one knows what happened to you" he looked concerned. Gosh, was Peter always this good looking? I took a minute to examine his face. He hasn't changed a bit. He had the same brown hair that was slightly curled also the same dark brown almost black eyes that felt like a deep abyss that would never end. He was wearing a T-shirt that caused me to notice his muscles that I haven't noticed before. However, under his right eye there seemed to be a faded purple spot. Without even thinking I reached my index finger and brushed over the spot lightly. Peter winced a little bit but so fast that even I almost didn't notice... almost. He looked down at me. "Max...it's really nothing..." Flash. That idiot probably has been beating him up every day since I left. Suddenly a flush of emotions bolted through my body. It's MY fault. I wasn't good friends with Peter but I know well enough that he wasn't a wimp. He was just NICE. He can stand up for himself if he wanted to. Yet he let himself get beat down. I was the only one who could help him. I was the only one who could stop that. I was his only hope. I ditched him. I bet Flash has been waiting for this moment all these years. It was all my fault! Suddenly I feel a hand wrap around mine that was still on his face. I looked Peter in the eyes as he slowly took my hand down from his face.
"Max... it's not your fault." He whispered. I started to tear up a little.
" yeah it is Peter. I know that you think that Flash will get sick of bothering you and leave you alone but I could have stopped this." I whispered back only barely loud enough for him to hear me. At this point a tear rolled down my cheek. Without even thinking I took his hand and dragged him to my room. I shut the door behind us and locked it. We were going to have a serious discussion about this. I motion for Peter to have a seat. I myself paced around the room a little.
"Max..." I snap my head in his direction with nothing but anger blazing in my eyes.
" how many times?" I interrupted him. He looked away.
"Peter, how many times?!" I repeat a little louder this time. He finally manages to look at me. " sometimes a few times a day sometimes not touch me at all. Basically whenever he needed to let his anger out."He mumbled. One thought just hit me. His face is bruised a little which has to mean that he wasn't hit there recently. The thought suddenly snaps into place. I turn and hastily walk over to Peter.
"Stand up." I command. He did as he was told. Before he could react in any way I pulled his shirt up until it was just slightly under the neck and gasped. Peter's chest and stomach were all blue, purple and yellow. I stood there in awe. Peter once again took his hands into mind and pulled the shirt down.
" Max... it's ok Flash won't bother me again. We had a fight in school 2 weeks ago... I won. He can still tease me sometimes but that is as far as he goes. He has no more friends left because he lost the fight." I looked up to smile at Peter. He really could stand up for himself. I couldn't  help but wrap my arms around him and give him a light hug not tight enough to hurt him. Peter was dumbfounded at first but seconds later snaked his arms around my waist.
" I'm just glad you're ok." I whispered.
" You have no idea how often I thought about where you were. The police were searching for you and never found you. I knew that you couldn't be dead." He whispered back. We pulled apart from our hug.
" so what exactly are you going here?" I asked with the question that I should have asked first.
" oh um Mr. Stark called me for an internship here..." he was clearly hiding something. Either way we headed down stairs where my father stood awaiting Peter.
"Parker I see you have been reunited with my daughter Max..." he said. Shoot!! I didn't tell Peter yet he thought that I was there for an internship too!
He snapped his head in my direction
"D-daughter?"