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ｗｏｒｄｃｏｕｎｔ: ４,５ｋ

You remember the first time you met Peter Parker. It was embarrassing, to say the least.

It was a pretty unexpected meetup. You didn't even know that he was in the tower. You were working in the lab with another one of your dad's employees, helping design a suit for the new Avengers recruit, Spiderman. It was your first major job, and you were so focused that you hadn't even noticed when your dad and Peter walked in.

"Hey, Y/N, meet the new recruit, Peter. Peter, meet Y/N, my daughter." Tony said loudly as he entered the lab, startling you and making you hit your head on the wall.

"Jesus Christ Dad, you scared me. I didn't even know anyone was in here." You had laughed softly. You turn to look at Peter, who you assume is Spiderman, and you're shocked. When your dad had told you that they were recruiting him, you just assumed he would be older like the rest of the Avengers. But much to your surprise- and maybe happiness- he was around your age. And he was cute.

Peter blushed when he saw you, giving you a small wave. "H-Hi, Y/N."

"I'm just showing the spiderling here around the tower. You'll see him around here often. Peter, no making moves on my daughter. Off limits." Tony said sternly, but there was definitely a hint of humor in his eyes. You had glared at your dad, embarrassed that he would have even said something like that.

"Way to go, Dad. Thanks." You mumbled under your breath, not loud enough for either of them to hear. It's not like you're a little kid anymore. You're eighteen, not twelve.

"O-Okay, Mr. Stark." Peter nodded as he tore his stare away from you, making you blush this time. So maybe he was interested, too.

"Oh god, I might've just unintentionally played matchmaker." Tony had mumbled, already starting to usher Peter out of the room. "Well, Peter, here's your suit we're working on, but unfortunately there's no time to stay in this room any longer so let's move along."

It was an awkward and embarrassing first interaction, but it was something that you'd never forget.

You had only just moved in with your dad, Tony Stark, after graduating high-school. You had got a great job offer with Stark Industries (something Tony claims he has nothing to do with, but you know that's bullshit). Much to his happiness, though, you gladly accepted the job. You love your mom and it's not that you wanted to move away from your small town in the middle-of-nowhere Nebraska, but you knew that you were destined for bigger and better things. You did have the brains of your dad after all- the Stark last name definitely lived up to the hype with you.

You started living in the Avengers tower not long after, your own quaint floor to yourself where no one could get in without a passcode. Ever since then, you've loved it. It's nice and private, giving you enough time and space to study and work, but at the same time a little daunting. New York is nothing like Nebraska and you'd be lying if you said that the Avengers weren't a little intimidating. Tony tried to get you to warm up to them, and you tried, but your shy personality got the best of you. The only one you even felt like you could remotely talk to without getting tongue tied was Bucky, and that's only because he didn't talk much, either.

But then Peter came along.

That's the one thing you didn't inherit from your dad. Your personality. While Tony was outgoing, cocky, and admittedly sometimes stuck-up, you're the complete opposite. You're shy and mostly keep to yourself, and while that turns most people off of being friends with you, Peter loves it. He was patient with you with allowing you to open up with him- mostly because he was the same way. He was shy, too. It took him three months to be able to talk to you without blushing and stumbling over his words. Somehow, you two fit together like a puzzle.