Stark's Daughter and Parker

Chapter 21: Rebelious

(A/N: Credit to Julia Phlox ^)

After a couple hours, my dad left to go to the charity ball, leaving me alone with Nat and Steve. They suggested we have dinner and a movie marathon, but I wasn't in the mood. Instead, they watched movies together, while I stayed in my lab, working all my stress away. Kinda like my dad, though I never had alcohol like he does.

I couldn't believe how much trouble I would get in if he found out everything that happened to me. I guess...he was kind of right. The world is dangerous outside of home, and I've only been living outside of it for a couple days! But, he was wrong too. I've survived everything that came my way...with a bit of help of course.

All my interactions with Spider-Man came flooding back, as I peered down at the web shooter. Who was the guy behind the mask? I hadn't thought about it much. Whoever he was, he felt familiar.

"Y/N, your heart rate is increasing at an unsteady rate," Friday told me. I snapped out of my thoughts.

"Oh, don't worry Friday. No health problems.  I'm just...thinking," I said, trying to get back to adding new features to the web shooter. I glanced over at my unfinished suit. I remembered most of the details from my dads prototype suit I used, and my brain started rolling.

I was imagining the new features I could add, what styles it would have, what I would look like fighting crime alongside my father.

Then I came crashing back to reality. I wasn't ready for that. I always played my life down risky paths, but this was the one thing I knew better than to jump into.

Maybe someday I could become an Avenger. But not today. Not anytime soon.

I couldn't think of anything else to add to the web shooter, so I decided to take a break. I walked out to my room and hopped into my bed. I checked my phone to see that it was 6:41, and that I had 2 unread messages.

One from my dad, one from Peter.

I ignored the one from my dad, since I knew it would be something along the lines of "I'm sorry about earlier," or "you are so grounded," the second one sounding more accurate.

I clicked on Peter's message and it lit up my screen.

Peter: Hey, can you call me when you see this?

I blinked. The message was sent only 10 minute ago, so I went to his contact and called him, wondering why he wanted me to call. After 2 rings he answered.

"Hello?"

"Hey Peter!"

"Oh hey Y/N! Uh...what's up?" he lightly chuckled from the other side of the phone.

"Uh Peter, you wanted me to call you. Is something wrong?" I asked, rolling over on my bed.

"What? No, no nothing wrong. I just wanted to hear your voice. I'm kind of bored too, so I figured we could talk," he said, and I blushed. Not that it mattered, cause he couldn't see.

"Ah I see. Well, my dad is kind of mad at me for the time being," I told Peter.

"Oh I'm sorry about that. If you don't mind me asking, what happened?" he asked.

"It was so dumb he was just mad that I snuck out this one.....you know what Peter? Are you doing anything right now?" I asked, a thought popping into my head.

"Uh, just talking to you," he said. "Why, what's up?"

"Great! I'll be at your place in 15 minutes. We are going to go around the city together," I declared, a smile creeping across my face.

"I...uh...yeah sure! I mean, yeah I'll be...I'll be ready," he stuttered.

"Okay, bye Peter!" I said.

"Bye Y/N!" I hung up and started to get ready.

Yes, sneaking out again was not the best idea, but I was still mad at my father, and he wasn't even home. This...tonight was gonna be about me. What I wanted.

I quickly pulled on an oversized light gray sweatshirt with black shorts and white sneakers. I pulled my hair into a low ponytail with some loose hairs, grabbed the web shooter and was on my way.

I peaked outside of my bedroom door, and looked out into the living space. I could see Nat and Steve asleep on each other (aww). I smiled and closed the door quietly. I struggled to lift my suit, and put in my bed. To make it look more like me, I covered it with a shirt and a wig and turned all the lights off.

Sure enough, it did look like me. Hopefully, anyone who walked in to check on me would just assume I was asleep, and leave me alone.

I opened my main bedroom window, to peer down 88 stories. The busy streets of Midtown Manhattan were alive and loud as ever. I sat on the edge of my windowsill, legs dangling over the edge of the building. I took a deep breath and pushed myself off of the ledge.

As I felt myself free falling into the air, I activated the web shooter and shot at a nearby building. The web caught on and I slung myself to the roof of another building, where I ran to the edge of that one and jumped off.

The adrenaline that was coursing through my veins was a familiar feeling I adored. I felt myself smiling and laughing as I hoisted myself from building to building. No wonder Spider-Man gets around like this; it's so fun!!

I mapped my route to Peter's apartment, that I remembered Happy using to get from the tower to school, then from the school to Peter's apartment complex. I swung with ease and after 10 minutes managed to find myself at Peter's apartment. I slung myself down to an empty alleyway to hide in as I tucked the web shooter underneath a dumpster.

I walked out of the alleyway and towards Peter's apartment. I waited outside his building and texted him to come outside.