Miss Stark [Peter Parker x OC] ✔️

Miss Girl

Once again, at school, I am bombarded by a herd of teenage girls. I tell them I've already chosen someone, but they always insist that I will change my mind.

That's how Wednesday went too, and Thursday, and, Friday. I'm tired of it. I walk through the halls like a zombie. That doesn't stop them though, eventually, Peter comes to the rescue like he has been all week.

He hides me between himself and his locker. Surprisingly, it works. I stare up into his eyes and I could see his soul leave his body. “Woah, Morgan. You aren't looking so good.”

After I'm sure most of the girls have run away, I duck under his arm. “Yeah, I know. These girls are killing me. I know I should be flattered. I just can't shake the feeling that they are all trying to use me to get something. That pretty self-centered isn't it?”

I can tell he feels for my situation. You can see it in his eyes. How'd I ever get so lucky to be stuck with someone so wonderful? “No, not at all. You've always known the bad sides of being rich and famous. You watched it happen to your dad. It's understandable that you feel the way you do.” I huff and he grabs my hand.

“I can't wait for it to be Sunday.” He asks me why. “Because that's when ALL of this will be over. Remind me to never let Tony do something like this again.” He chuckles and we walk to class.

At the end of the day, I am crowded one more time. This time everyone is shoving presents into my face. I decided enough is enough. “Listen! If you have a gift that you bought from a store, keep it. If you made me something, I'll take it.” I figured that would cut down on the number of people.

It did, sort of. There are still so many people. They give me clay sculptures, homemade baked goods, even drawings. I eventually get it all squeezed into the car. I thank everyone, wave goodbye, and then get in the car.

“Happy, do you want approximately fifty cakes, pies, cookies, brownies, whatever else is there.”

I get home and I have to figure out what to do with everything. I'll need to buy a new bookshelf. “Thank God Happy took so much.” I grab an unused binder and put all the drawings in it. For now, all the 3D objects will have to go into the closet.

After everything is put away, I take a nap. Tomorrow is going to be a day.

And a day it was.

I woke up this morning and freaked out because I forgot to buy a new dress. This event is a black-tie and I only have casual and semi-formal dresses.

Luckily Nat came to my rescue and sent me a nice dress of hers. She said it's an older one so it should fit me.

I try it on, and everything but the bust fits. I look in the mirror. “Curse this body.” I do some adjusting and get it to fit correctly. I put it away as carefully as I can.

Peter texts me and asks me the color of my dress, so he can match his tie. I tell him it's dark blue. I text MJ and Ned asking if they are still coming. They are.

The event starts at 5:00 PM but I need to be there by 4:00 PM. So that means I need to leave at about 3:00 PM. I stare at the clock. It's 10:00 AM. “I'm running out of time,” I yell before speeding through everything I need to do.

After everything is done, I grab all the pieces of my suit and wings. “Just in case.” I pack the dress in a case and run outside to catch a taxi.

It doesn't take long for me to end up at the banquet hall that my father rented. I'm about to head in but my father comes running out. “You can't look, Morgan!” He goes behind me and covers my eyes.

Someone takes my case and Dad leads me into the building. However, he doesn't let me see just yet. I walk through the darkness and end up in a hotel-like room. “Get dressed and then you can call up Underoos.” I roll my eyes at the dumb nickname. But I will admit, Iron Dad is the king of them.

I'm dressed several moments later and I text Peter. I wait, scrolling through my thousands of social media notifications. I see many happy late birthdays, fan art, and even some people saying I was a selfish jerk for having a huge party for something so trivial.

I shake my head and throw my phone to the side. “Knock knock.” I hear wonderboy announce. “Come in~” I announce in the most obviously sweet fake voice.

He opens the door and looks right at me. “You look nice.” I flop down onto the bed. “I look like a girl.” He sits beside me and holds my hand. “You sure do, but it's nice.”

I quickly sit up. “It's so weird. I don't think I've ever worn a dress like this. And if I'm being completely honest, I'm scared out of my mind to go out there when everyone is here.”

“You can still tell your dad.”

“No, I can't. He's so excited about this. Certainly more excited than me.” I sigh and stand up. “So did Tony tell you when I'm supposed to make an entrance?” He shrugs his shoulders.

As if on cue, Peter's phone buzzes. “I guess we leave now.” Peter nods and stands up. “When I leave this room I'll be a new person.”