Tough Girl (Secrets)
Summary: After leaving your assassin life behind, you seek a new life to forget your past. Nick Fury brings you into the life of the Avengers, posing as Tony Stark’s personal assistant. But, what happens when your secret’s revealed?
A/N: I’m in a rush, but I wanted to get this out (so I’m sorry for typos. I’ll definitely reread this later) because people have been requesting for the next part! Also sorry, this is low-key a filler but the reader’s relationship with Peter as a “mentor” or sorts will probably sort itself out in later chapters. Also, school started today and I’m bummed.
Pairing: Avengers x Reader, (Eventual) Steve x Reader.
Tony had asked you to fetch Peter from school and then head to his apartment for a little while. You looked at Tony with questioning eyes and raised your eyebrow.
“Isn’t that Happy’s job?” you asked. “I’m not a chauffeur nor am I a babysitter.”
“Well, you are today,” he said. “Happy’s helping me oversee a large shipment I’m waiting for and I need his help. That leaves you, Y/N.” You huffed, but didn’t argue.
“Fine. Where are Happy’s keys?” you asked, assuming he left his car for you to drive.
“Just use one of mine,” Tony said, not looking up from his phone.
“You trust me with one of your cars?”
“You handle my money. Plus, if you wreck my car, I can just buy a new one.” Tony tossed you a pair of keys and your shrugged, heading down to the garage. You didn’t know which car the key belonged to. Pressing the unblock button, you instantly saw the car it had knocked - a red Ferrari. You smiled.
“Classic,” you said to yourself.
You hopped into the driver’s seat and raced out of the garage. It had been a long while since you drove something so expensive. It reminded you of the last high speed chase you had. You had stolen seventy million dollars worth of money in jewelry and some mobster members were tailing you. Mobsters were at the bottom of the food chain when it came to crime. You were confident you could escape them, and you did.
However, today, you drove the speed limit. You had been to Midtown High a few times to cheer Peter on with his Decathlons. You called Peter via the car’s bluetooth as you approached the entrance.
“Hey, Peter,” you said. “Happy’s off the clock helping Tony, so I’ll be picking you up today.”
“Sweet,” he replied. “Are you picking me up in Happy’s car?”
“Not exactly.” You saw Peter and drove to where he was standing. He stood with two other boys who looked his age.
“Y/N?” he asked in disbelief. Peter knew Tony had cars, but there was no way he’d let Peter drive in one.
“In the flesh. Hop in, we gotta go.”
“Hot damn,” his friend, who you knew as Ned, said. “This is yours?”
“Technically it’s Tony Stark’s, but I’m allowed to play with his toys every once in a while,” you said.
“What are you doing with Peter anyway?” the other kid asked.
“That’s Flash,” Peter whispered. Your mouth grew bitter. This kid, as Peter told you, was Midtown’s biggest tormenter.
“Peter’s a good kid,” you defended. “Hey, Ned, do you need a ride?” He looked at you and pointed to himself. “Yes, you. I’ll drive you home, if you want.” Ned didn’t object and hopped into the backseat.
“Can I get a ride too?” Flash asked, overly excited and confident you’d say yes.
“I don’t have enough room, sorry,” you said unapologetically before driving away.
“But there’s plenty of - oh, I get it,” Ned said. You snickered. “How do you know my name?”
“Peter talks about you a lot. Says you’re his best friend.” Ned looked at Peter and smiled.
“I’m guessing she knows you’re, you know who?”
“Yes, I know he’s Spider-Man.”
“Do I need to tell you where my home address is, or do you already know?” You looked at Ned from the rearview mirror and winked.
“FRIDAY, give me directions to Ned Leeds’s home address in Queens,” you instructed.
“Giving you the home address of Ned Leeds in Queens,” FRIDAY replied.
“This is so fucking cool,” Ned said.
You dropped Ned off and drove to Peter’s apartment. May was at work and you accompanied him inside.
“Don’t get me wrong, Y/N. I like being around you and all, but why are you babysitting me?” you shrugged.
“Beats me. I think Tony feels bad that I don’t have anything to do for him. I’ve always been so busy and now that I don’t have anything to do, I think he wants to give me something to keep myself busy.” Peter shrugged and took out his homework.
You stayed in the apartment, bored out of your mind. An hour had passed and May was in the living room. You told Peter to keep working on his homework and greeted May downstairs, who smiled at you. You liked May. She wasn’t wrapped up in the while Avengers business and she seemed to be the only outsider who wanted to be your friend. Of course, you were always so busy. Any time you were over, you made up the excuse that it was because of the Stark internship. May learned not to question it.
You went back to Peter’s room and he was frustrated.
“I don’t understand math sometimes,” he said, huffing and crossing his arms. “Math is useless. I’m useless.”
“Hey, don’t say that,” you said, peering over Peter’s shoulders. “What are you working on?”
“To be truthful, I don’t even know. I don’t get this.” You looked at his homework and analyzed the problem, finding his error.
“You carried the ‘x’ and then squared it too quickly. You were supposed to divide the entire fraction before you square it.” You grabbed the paper and pencil from him, erased his work, and redid it. After a while of deriving the equation, you gave the paper back to him.
“Oh, wow. You’re really smart,” he said. You laughed. “Why are you a personal assistant? This is some hard AP Calculus shit.”
“Haven’t found the right job yet,” you replied. “I like working with computers.”
“I’m guessing you’re not talking about responding to emails.” You shook your head.
“More like coding.”
“Teach me one day.”
“I wlll, but only if you promise to finish your homework.” Peter groaned and you laughed, ruffling his hair.
You checked your phone and got no word back from Tony about if you were allowed to leave Peter alone. When Peter did finish his homework, he turned to face you.
“Hey, Y/N? Can I asked you a question?”
“Shoot,” you said, turning your body to face Peter.
“How do you deal with people who seem to not want you there? Remember that party I went to? At Liz’s house? People called me ‘Penis Parker’ right to my face. It hurt, but at the time, I had Spider-Man stuff to worry about.” You pursed your lips, knowing exactly what Peter was talking about.
“I’m still trying to figure that out myself,” you said with a dry laugh. “I suppose you remember that you’re worth something and hold onto it. You can do so much good whether other people know it or not, but it doesn’t matter. You are your own person and they shouldn’t be able to tell you who you are and who you aren’t.”
“Huh, that’s pretty good advice,” Peter said. You laughed and playful punched him on the arm.
Just then, you received a text from Tony, which told you to meet him at the restaurant you both went to frequently.
“Gotta go, kid. Promise me that you’ll be safe while you scope the streets,” you said, pointing at him. He saluted.
“Yes ma’am,” he joked. “Be safe.”
You drove the Ferrari to the location he texted you. The place wasn’t very fancy. You knew that when Tony wanted to have impromptu dinners, he chose a low-key restaurant. You got out of your car and locked it before heading to the entrance. There were a fair amount of people walking around, but a man grabbed you by the elbow.
“You’re a pretty lady, aren’t you?” he asked.
“Let go of me,” you demanded.
“You’re a feisty one, aren’t ya?” he asked. You tried to wiggle from his grip, but he held on even tighter. “Such a pretty girl all alone?” You glared at him, unaware that Tony was calling out the man who held you.
“Don’t provoke me,” you warned.
“Yeah?” the man asked, smirking. “Or what?” You maneuvered yourself so that you were out of his grip and held his fingers so tight in your grasp that you were sure you broke some bones. He yelled and ran away, clutching big hand.
“Serves him right,” you muttered, fixing your hair.
“Y/N!” Tony yelled. You looked up to see him running frantically at you, catching his breath once he reached you. “Holy shit, are you okay?” You smiled.
“I’m fine, Tony. Nothing to worry about.”
“That man tried to make advantage of you,” he said. Tony looked over your body. “He didn’t hurt you, did he?” He spun you around and you laughed. When you faced him again, you put your hands over his shoulders.
“Tony, I’m okay. He’s gone and I’m hungry.” Tony sighed of relief and entered the restaurant.
When you were both seated, Tony was baffled at how a small, quiet, and shy girl like you could take down someone who seemed twice your size.
“Look, I know our dinner dates are usually about me ranting about the company, being Iron Man, or other Avengers, but I want to know how you took down someone way bigger than you,” he said.
“A little self defense, I guess? I don’t know, I was always taught that men shouldn’t take advantage of women and I get angry when people try stuff,” you replied.
“Makes sense,” he said, wearily. “You’re sure you’re okay?”
“I’m sure. I just want to eat something before I die of hunger, though.” Tony laughed and flagged down a waiter.
“Holy shit, guys, you should’ve seen Y/N. She made this six-feet-something guy whimper like he was a child,” Tony beamed. You didn’t like much attention and tried to hide behind Tony, but he stepped out of the way.
“What?” Steve and Sam asked, making their way over to you. You were grateful that it was just the two of them and everyone else had gone to bed.
“Yeah, she made this gigantic guy look so small. I’m pretty sure she broke some of his fingers, or something,” Tony rambled.
“What happened?” Sam asked .
“Some guy had this grip on her and it looked like he was about to -”
“Wait, some guy took advantage of you?” Steve asked angrily. He was about to yell at Tony for not doing anything, but you spoke up.
“He almost did. I got away, though.” Steve smiled and sighed of relief.
“Thank goodness you’re okay,” he said. Sam raised his eyebrow at him, but looked at you.
“Well, I’m glad you’re okay,” Sam said awkwardly before heading to his room.
“What a night,” Tony said. “I’m gonna get some beauty rest. Gotta wake up early for China,” he mused before waving goodbye. You and Steve were standing by the elevator.
“Are you hurt? Did he hurt you?” he asked, scanning your body. “I know it’s later, but I can call Dr. Cho and -”
“Steve, I’m okay, I promise. I took care of that guy.”
“I can’t believe Tony didn’t interfere.”
“He was about to, but the man ran when I took care of him.” Steve smiled down at you.
“I’m glad you’re fine and not hurt. You must be tired.”
“Just a little.”
“I bet you’ve had enough action for one day,” Steve teased. You grinned and yawned, making your way to the bed, falling asleep as soon as your head hit the pillow.
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