Hey can we get a fanfiction on Peter x Reader, where the reader is Tony’s daughter and it’s just super cute and fluffy.
(AN. Hi! this is basically just Peter fluff o k I love it and dad!Tony is just killing me)
Being Tony Stark’s daughter is overrated.
It was just a huge, chaotic mess of helping Tony prevent the world from going into a more chaotic state. It’s not that (Y/n) doesn’t like her father or anything, it’s because she loved him so much she was worried half to death everyday that he wouldn’t come home in one piece after a mission.
But like everything else in the world, being a Stark has its perks. (Y/n) grew up with the Avengers, meaning that when she was a little girl, it was Natasha and Clint who told her how to fight, Steve who told her bedtime stories, Bruce who tutored her, and Thor who comforted her when she was afraid of thunderstorms.
But that was years ago.
Now (Y/n) is 15, too old for bedtime stories or to be afraid of thunderstorms.
The events of the Sokovia accords broke her. What she knew as her family was now separated into two.
She would give anything to hear another bedtime story from Steve.
“(Y/n)?” Peter called, noticing that (Y/n) had a blank stare in her usually lively eyes,“Are you okay?”
(Y/n) snapped out of her train of thoughts. “I’m fine,” she sighed quietly.
They sat on the couch together, watching the Hobbit as their hands tangled together, (Y/n)’s head on Peter’s shoulder.
Of course, the Sokovia Accords also has its perks. She met Peter.
At first, Peter was just a stuttering mess who didn’t know how to act around her. Given time, they bonded over their love of Star Wars their similar intention of saving the world. It wasn’t until one night while watching Return Of The Jedi that Peter suddenly blurted out that he liked her.
That was two months ago.
And no, her father didn’t know.
Honestly, (Y/n) wasn’t really sure how he’ll react when he finds out.
“You’re doing that again,” Peter said softly. (Y/n)’s nose crinkled in confusion, “doing what?”
“That look with your eyes. Like you’re thinking, you know? What are you thinking about?” he asked with genuine curiosity and fascination.
“Just how dad will react if he knew,” (Y/n) said, chuckling in the end.
Peter grinned, kissing her nose playfully. “He’ll kill me when he finds out.”
“Who’ll kill you when who finds out what?” asked a stern voice from the back of the room, causing (Y/n) and Peter to jump in their seats.
Tony had ‘the look’ in his eyes, meaning that he could go off anytime now.
He stepped closer to Peter. “Don’t tell me it’s what I think it is.”
Peter sank down in seat. “I-I think it is what you think it is…?” he answered uncertainly.
“Okay,” Tony said, forcing himself to say the word.
“It’s okay?” Peter asked, a tint of hope in his voice.
“No,” he replied. “I’m giving you a five-minute head start.”
Peter’s eyes widened like tennis balls as he ran to the door, giving a pleading and apologetic look at (Y/n).
As soon as Peter was out of sight, Tony sat next to his daughter and gave her a grin. He laughed out loud. “He’s going to be so pissed when he finds out I’m just messing with him.”
Jack, glowing his eyes to connect with Castiel: Hey, dad, um… I know you’re in the empty right now, but, the smaller Winchester is REAL mad at me and seems to miss you a whole lot so… if you can hear me, like, maybe we can work something out, cause he wants to kill me. K THNX TTYL!