A/N: Still can’t get the Keep Reading link up. Again, I’m sorry for the space I’m taking up on your dashboard.
Dad!Tony x Daughter!Reader, Peter Parker x Stark!Reader
Summary: The Avengers spy on you and Peter on your first date.
Word Count: 2,660
Tony jumped at the sudden intrusion of your voice. He looked up to see you, a bright smile on your face.
Tony sighed, wiping his hands with a dirty rag, “Try not to do that when I’m working. Unless you want things to blow up, in which case, do it all you want.”
You blushed, rubbing the back of your neck, “Sorry.” You took a deep breath, “So, I have some exciting news.”
Tony raised an eyebrow, “Does it involve me?”
He waved a hand, “Then I’m not interested.”
You rolled your eyes, “Daaaad.”
Tony chuckled, “I kid. Seriously, I’m not that heartless. What’s up, buttercup?”
You put your hands together, grinning widely, “Peter asked me out!”
Tony froze, processing your words. “Peter? As in Peter Parker? Spiderling Peter Parker?”
You put your hands on your hips, “Do you know any other Peter Parkers? Of course, it’s him, Dad.”
Tony nodded but said nothing. Instead, he started to walk out of the lab.
You raised an eyebrow, “You’re not going to say anything?”
He stopped, turning back to look at you. He placed a hand on his head, “Sorry, hon. Uh, that’s great. Where’s he taking you?”
“Well, first we’re going to eat at the Brooklyn Diner.”
You narrowed your eyes slightly at him, “Then, he’s going to take me to Central Park.”
Your dad scoffed, “That’s not much of a date.”
“It is only the first date.”
Tony blinked, “First date? Are you planning on having more?”
You shrugged, “Well, assuming it goes well, probably. Plus, I really like him. So, yeah, we probably will have more.”
Tony rubbed his chin, “Interesting.” Without saying another word, he walked out of the lab.
You furrowed your eyebrows, confused, “Ooookay?”
“(Y/N)’s going on a date.”
Clint chuckled, “Is that why you called us?”
Tony crossed his arms, “This is very serious, Barton.”
Natasha rolled her eyes, “No, it’s not. You’re making this serious. She’s a teenage girl.”
“My teenage girl. “ Tony said, pointing to himself.
Sam shrugged, “What difference does it make? Let her have her fun. Besides, it’s only the first date. Nothing ever happens on the first date.”
Steve nodded, “And, besides, she’s going out with Peter. He’s a good kid. He’d never do anything to your daughter, Tony.”
Tony sighed, “Cap, you don’t know that. He’s a teenage boy. You know how they can be.” He looked at Steve again, “Okay, well, maybe not you.”
“You are being dramatic, Stark.” Thor said, pointing Mjolnir at him, “Let the young ones have their fun.”
Bruce nudged the billionaire, “You always say you want her to be happy.”
“I thought you were on my side. Anyway, they did it all wrong. If a guy likes a girl, he has to ask the girl’s dad before asking her out. That’s like Dating Etiquette 101. Apparently, Parker didn’t take that class this semester.”
“That’s a little old-fashioned, don’tcha think, Stark?” Clint popped a chestnut into his mouth.
Tony scoffed, “No. It’s common courtesy. He should have asked me before asking her.”
“Would you have said yes?” Nat raised an eyebrow.
“Ye - no. Maybe. But, he didn’t ask so I couldn’t have said anything.”
Steve sighed, “Okay, we get it. You don’t like the idea of her going out. But, is that the only reason you called us here?”
Tony chuckled, “Oh, no. As (Y/N)’s father, I only care about what’s best for her. So, I need volunteers to help me spy on them.”
Bruce rolled his eyes, “I knew something like this was going to happen.”
Tony raised his hands, “Hands? Come on, I’m not playing spy by myself. Clint, Widow, you’re spies. Help a guy out here.”
Clint stood up, stretching, “This is gonna be hilarious. Sure, I’ll go.”
Natasha sighed, standing up as well, “I’ll go. To make sure that you don’t ruin their date.”
Tony rolled his eyes, “I’m not going to ruin their date. I’m going to make sure that he doesn’t ruin her.”
Steve crossed his arms, “Tony, don’t you think that’s an invasion of privacy?”
Tony clasped his hands together, “Well, we know who’s not coming. Anyone else?”
Sam chuckled, “Sorry, Stark. I’m not spying on your daughter.”
Thor held up Mjolnir, “I shall come.”
Tony squinted his eyes, “Yeah, no offense, Point Break. But, you’re not exactly subtle. I guess this will have to do. Nat, use your spy skills to find out when her date is.”
Natasha placed a hand on her hip, “Can’t you ask her yourself?”
“I already asked her where. Go on. She trusts you.”
Natasha let out a sigh, “Whatever.”
With that, she walked out of the meeting room.
You were in your room, typing away on your laptop when you heard a knock on the door.
You closed your laptop, “Come in.”
The door opened, and Natasha came walking in, “Hey, (Y/N).”
You smiled, getting off your bed and meeting her halfway. You wrapped your arms around her waist, “Hey, Nat. It’s good to see you.”
She hugged you back, rubbing your back, “You, too. Anyway, I heard that you’re going on a date with Spider-Man.”
You chuckled, pulling away from her, “My dad is such a gossip.”
“Are you excited?”
You nodded, “Oh, definitely. I’ve had a crush on Peter for so long. I was thinking of asking him, but I didn’t want to risk being rejected. Plus, my dad would most likely have murdered him if I was rejected. But, he asked me out, so I was worrying for nothing.”
Nat patted you on the back, “I’m happy for you, (Y/N). When are you going?”
You hugged yourself, “Saturday night. He says that Central Park is more romantic at night.”
Natasha smirked, “So, he’s the romantic type?”
You giggled, “Apparently. I’m really looking forward to it. Oh! Do you think you can help me pick an outfit? I want to look nice but nothing too fancy.”
“I would love to.” She gave you another hug before walking out the door.
Saturday had come quicker than you expected. But, you weren’t complaining. Natasha helped you pick out a cute outfit, and you were eagerly awaiting the arrival of your date.
“I want you home no later than eleven, got it?”
You rolled your eyes, “Okay, Dad.”
“And if he does anything to you, let me know.”
You raised an eyebrow at your father, “Dad, this is Peter we’re talking about. Without the mask, he’s a stuttering sweetheart. He’s not going to do anything.”
Tony shrugged, “Hey, it’s been known to happen. And, if he starts to get boring, you can walk out.”
You shook your head, “Oh, brother.”
The ding of the elevator drew your attention away from your dad. The doors slid open, revealing none other than the Spiderling himself.
He smiled upon seeing you. He walked over to where you and your dad were standing.
“Hey, (Y/N). You look great.”
You smiled, “Right back at you, Peter.”
Peter gulped, nervously looking at Tony, “Uh, h-hey, Mr. Stark. Good to, uh, see you, too?”
Tony glared at him, “Bring her home by eleven. And, don’t touch her. You ought to be lucky that I’m allowing this.”
Peter rubbed the back of his neck, “Y-yes, sir. Uh, come on, (Y/N).”
You nodded, quickly hugging your father, “Bye, Dad. See you later.”
Tony hugged you back, “Not too much later.”
Eventually, you and Peter made your way out of the Tower.
“All right. Commence Operation: Spy Date.”
“Spy Date? Is that the best you can do?” Clint walked into the room, twirling an arrow in his hand.
“Uh, what are you doing with those arrows?”
Clint raised an eyebrow, “Uh, what I always do with these arrows?”
Tony chuckled, “I’m sorry, maybe you didn’t hear me. I said spy. We are spying. Meaning we don’t want to draw attention to ourselves. Those, Legolas, will draw attention.”
“Don’t act like you know anything about being a spy, Tony. Because, you don’t.” Natasha walked into the room, wearing a black leather jacket over a grey tank top and jeans.
Tony held out a hand towards Nat, “See? Guess we know who the better spy is.”
Clint held his arrow above Tony’s head, “Don’t make me make a kabob out of you.”
“You know, Peter and (Y/N) are not going to be out all night. You want to spy on them, Tony? Then, I suggest we head out.” Natasha got in between the two men and pushed them away from each other.
“Widow’s right. Let’s go.”
The three Avengers got into one of Tony’s cars and drove to the Brooklyn Diner.
Clint and Nat got out of the car, but Tony did not.
“What are you waiting for, Stark? This is your daughter we’re spying on.” Clint placed his sunglasses over his eyes.
Tony nodded, “Exactly. She’ll most likely recognize me no matter how much I disguise myself. Now, go in there and do what spies do. Don’t pick a table too close. I don’t need them getting suspicious. Talk to me through your coms and let me know if he does anything.”
Natasha rolled her eyes, “You better hope she doesn’t recognize us either. Come on, Hawkeye. Let’s get this over with.”
“Can we order food? Cause I’m starving.”
Natasha and Clint got a table not too far from (Y/N) and Peter. They held their menus up to shield their faces.
Clint huffed, “Does he want us to listen in on their conversation? Because, we’re too far away.”
Natasha sighed, “Stark is making too big a deal out of this. He ought to let her enjoy her night.”
“Uh, you know your coms are on right?” Natasha winced at the sudden intrusion of Tony’s voice in her ear.
She placed a finger on the com, “So what if they are? They’re not doing anything. From what I can tell, they seem to be having a nice conversation.”
Clint reclined in his chair, “Yeah, and besides, they’re sitting across from each other. The most they can do is hold hands.”
“No holding hands on the first date.”
Nat shook her head, “Tony, you’re being too much of a dad.”
“Uh, I’m sorry. Who has kids around here?”
“(Y/N) just laughed. He must be funny.”
“She laughs at everything. Seriously, if you just look at her, she’ll start laughing.”
“Well, they just got their food. Looks like Parker got a burger while (Y/N) got a cheesesteak.” Clint looked at his menu, “Are we supposed to watch them eat? Because I’m hungry enough as it is. If I knew we were coming to a diner and not going to order anything, I wouldn’t have come.”
“(Y/N)’s a very fast eater. She’ll be done soon. And, if you’re hungry, there are plenty of hot dog carts around New York. Just hope there’s one near Central Park.”
“Fine. But, you’re paying.”
About ten minutes later, the two teenagers had finished their meals and were heading out the door.
Nat pushed the button on her com, “Tony, they’re heading out the door.”
“I see them. They’re not holding hands, but they’re standing a little too close. Six inch rule, anyone?”
Clint chuckled, “Six inch rule? You are such a dad.”
“They’re down the street. You can come out now. We’ll take the long way to Central Park.”
Nat sighed, “We’re on our way.”
Ten minutes later, the three Avengers arrived at Central Park.
“Sweet. Hot dog cart at six o’clock. Pay up, Stark. You owe me.” Clint stuck out his hand, waiting for some money to be placed into it.
Tony rolled his eyes, fishing out a twenty from his wallet. “Here. I expect change.”
Clint looked down at the bill, “A twenty? That’s it?”
Tony put his wallet back in his pocket, “You don’t need a hundred to buy some weiners. Now, go. Before I change my mind.”
“Fine. Nat, you want anything?”
She shrugged, “See if they have corn dogs. If not, just get a dog with mustard and ketchup.”
Clint gave a two-fingered salute before heading over to the hot dog stand.
Tony clasped his hands together. “All right. Let’s go find the kids.”
It didn’t take long for Tony and Natasha to find the two teenagers. (Y/N) and Peter were leisurely strolling along the sidewalk.
“I feel so sorry for her. This must be the most boring date in the history of boring dates.”
Nat rolled her eyes, “Tony, why do you have to be like this? Let (Y/N) enjoy her night. They seem to really like each other.”
Tony shook his head, keeping his eyes on the two teenagers from the bush they were hiding behind, “I don’t care. She’s not ready to start dating.”
“Or, maybe you’re not ready to let her start dating?”
Tony blinked, looking over at Natasha, “What?”
She smirked slightly, “You don’t want her growing up, do you?”
“No. I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“I’m back. Here, Nat. No corn dogs, sorry. You didn’t want any, right, Tony?” Clint handed Natasha her hot dog and crouched down beside them.
Tony didn’t answer.
Clint raised an eyebrow, “Cat got your tongue?”
Nat took a bite of her hot dog then wiped her mouth with her sleeve, “I think Tony doesn’t want (Y/N) to grow up.”
Clint smirked, “Ah, now it all makes sense.”
Tony sighed, “Okay, fine. Maybe you’re right.”
Nat put her hand on Tony’s shoulder, “She’ll always be your little girl, Tony.”
Tony chuckled, “Yeah, but she’s not so little anymore. It’s tough, sometimes. In two years, she’ll be old enough to live her life on her own. I don’t know if I’m prepared for that.”
Clint smirked, “If you can handle robot armies, you can handle your kid growing up.”
“Well, kids and robots are two very different things. But, I guess I have no choice.” Tony looked up to see the two teenagers with their hands intertwined.
He smiled, “We’re done here. Let’s go.”
About half an hour later, you came walking through the front doors of the Tower with a huge smile on your face.
You entered the elevator, “To my room, JARVIS.”
“Right away, Miss Stark.”
After a few minutes, you had arrived on your floor. The elevator doors opened, and you were surprised to see your dad standing there.
Tony pulled you into a hug, “Hey, hon. How was your date?”
You blushed, remembering the good night you had with Peter. “Well, this is definitely not going to be the last date.”
Tony smirked, “Ah, so are you two a thing now?”
You grinned, “I’d say so. But, don’t worry. He didn’t kiss me. Well, he kissed my hand, but that’s it.”
Tony smiled, placing his hand on your head, “Well, I’m glad you had a good night. Parker’s a good kid.”
You nodded, “Yeah, he is. I’m going to bed now.” You gave your dad another hug, “I love you, Dad.”
Tony hugged you back, kissing the top of your head, “I love you, too.”
You pulled away then smirked, “You left earlier than I thought.”
Your dad raised an eyebrow, “What are you talking about?”
You placed your hands on your hips, “You really thought I wouldn’t notice?”
Tony looked down at you, “You know?”
“Yup. I saw your car when we left the diner. Come on, Dad. Did you really think I wouldn’t recognize one of your cars?”
Tony sighed, “Why must you be so smart?”
“I’m your daughter. That’s why. Did you really have to spy on us?”
Tony placed his arm around you, “I’m sorry, (Y/N). I guess it’s just hard for me seeing my little girl grow up.”
You smiled, leaning into your father, “I know, Dad. But, it’s going to happen eventually. But, no matter how old I get, I’ll always be your daughter. Nothing will ever change that.”
“I know that now.”