“How’s school going?” Tony asked as he walked besides Peter.
Nodding nonchalantly, “It’s going good, you know, same old, same old.”
“Right, all that millennial stuff.” Stopping in his tracks, “Say,” putting a rough grip on Peter’s shoulder, he squinted his eyes. “Do you know a [Y/N] [L/N] by any chance?” Shaking his head, Tony scoffed. “Of course you, you’ve taken her on what? Four or five dates?”
“Uh, yeah, why?” Peter started to get a little uncomfortable. He hated that Tony kept tabs on him.
“Why? Oh, nothing other than the fact that she’s my daughter.”
“Wha? What? Daughter?!” He sputtered, not being able to breathe at the fact that he had been seeing [Y/N] for the past few months now. “But, but, uh, what? How? I mean her last name-”
“-is [L/N]. I know, she took her mother’s maiden name.” Looking around him, sounding slightly offended, “Said that she didn’t want people to know we were related.” Clearing his throat, “Since [Y/N] didn’t tell me not to say anything, I feel obligated to clear the air.”
“Clear the air?”
“Yeah, you know, the rules of dating my daughter.”
“Mr. Stark. She doesn’t even know I’m Spider-Man…..”
“She doesn’t?” Frowning, Tony shrugged. “Well, she’s going to be one pissed off puppy when she finds out her boyfriend works for me.” Patting his back, he snickered. “If you think my temper is bad? Boy, you better take shelter. She’s a perfect hellacious balance of myself and her mother.” Moving away from him, Tony smirked. “Tell you, what. I’ll ‘clear the air’ with you after you tell her who you are because I might not have to waste my breath with it.” Clicking his tongue and winking, he backed away slowly before leaving the teenager standing terrified. “Good luck, kid.”
Peter gulped, “Why me? The one girl who finds me remotely funny and attractive, it has to be his daughter? Why? What did I do?”