Being Tony Stark’s Daughter and Dating Peter Parker would include:
Author’s Note: I really love these headcannon lists so I decided to try them out, hope you enjoy <3
Warning(s): swearing and Deadpool tbh
Being Tony Stark’s Daughter and Dating Peter Parker would include:
• LMAO LORDY HERE WE GO
•meeting him by chance at Starbucks. -they’d call out ‘Stark’ to come pick up your drink and Peter would freak out.
•he’d try and talk to you about the ‘stark internship’ and you’d be like 'tf are you?’ -“Hi I’m P-Parker Pete, I mean Peter Parker” -“okay do you want like an autograph or something???”
•he’d be like stumbling over his words and you’d think he was cute so you’d sign his arm with your number and he’d freak out.
•he wouldn’t know whether or not to call you or how to talk to you so he just wouldn’t. -Ned yelling at him bc Peter is stupid.
•and you’d be upset that this Parker Pete dude didn’t call you back and Tony would try to cheer you up.
•you’d be a huge Spider-Man fan
•like high-key Spidey fan
•and for some reason Tony forgot to tell you that he knew Spiderman.
•so you’d flip shit when Tony would come into the compound with an unmasked Spiderman. -“you?? Know?? SPIDEY?? And you??? Didn’t??? Tell me???” -“(Y/N) please, I’m old and highly susceptible to heart attacks”
•then you’d flip shit on Peter for not calling you. -“and you Parker Pete! You didn’t call me??”
•completely ignoring the fact that Peter is spiderman.
•dropping by during training sessions.
•getting sent out bc you’re too distracting.
•convincing Tony to let you go public school so you can 'monitor’ Peter’s progress.
•Peter showing off your friendship to everyone.
•picking up Ned and Peter in one of Tony’s flashy cars just to prove Flash wrong.
•sticking up for Peter 99.9% of the time.
•Peter being grateful for having you as a friend.
•you end up crushing on Peter haaaard -it being painfully obvious to everyone but Peter -Ned teasing you for it until the end of time.
•he asks you out at one of Liz’s parties during 7 minutes of heaven. -“so- *kiss*-I was thinking- *kiss*-maybe later we could- *kiss*” -“yes Peter I’ll go out with you”
•keeping it a secret from Tony bc he thinks dating will interfere with Peter being Spiderman.
•dating for like a year behind Tony’s back.
•the avengers finding out bc Wanda accidentally reads your thoughts one day :) -“you made out with Peter?” -“WHo toLd yOu ThAt?”
•overprotective mother!Steve Rogers.
•dates swinging above the New York skyline.
•Peter sneaking into your room when he gets hurt.
•making up crazy excuses when Tony almost barges into your room. -“IM ON MY PERIOD! BLOOD! BLOOD EVERYWHERE!” -“I’m too old for this”
•Tony inviting Peter to team dinners. -holding hands under the table. -blowing kisses when Tony isn’t looking.
•makeout sessions on the roofs of sky scrapers.
•attempting to do the Spider-Man kiss. -“Peter I think we’re doing this wrong” -“No I got this” *web snaps* “AHhH”
•“Y/N NO” “Y/N YES”
•Ned being disturbed by your PDA.
•kisses by the lockers.
•flash flirting with you
•he’d like clench his jaw and glare and you’d find that really hot tbh.
•but then flash would say some dumb shit like “how’d penis Parker get a hot babe like you?”
•you almost breaking Flash’s arm
•Peter cheering you on.
•Slapping Peter’s ass at school when no ones looking
•Peter blushing all the time bc it happens on a daily basis
•Getting angry at your dad when he takes away Peter’s suit. -“Y/N talk to me” -“Not until you give Peter back his suit” -“he doesn’t deserve it” -“he deserves everything in the world and so much more than you. He tried to help you, but you didn’t listen!”
•Tony being hurt bc you’ve never fought with him before.
•him wondering why you’re defending Peter.
•it finally clicking that you’re dating Peter.
•Tony being mad at you for keeping it a secret.
•Peter not wanting to come between you and your dad’s close relationship
•coming to Peter’s defence when Tony tries to 'kill’ him. -“dad no! I love him” -“you love me?”
-“ew this is so sweet I can feel the diabetes already”
•PDA around the avengers tower after that -“The 'making out’ is disturbing me”
-“Peter! Peter! What time did the man go to the dentist?!’’
-”(Y/N) go away"
-“Tooth hurt-y! get it?”
•study dates -turning into makeout sessions -resulting in you guys being supervised by vision
•you trying on the suit -almost suffocating -accidentally swinging out into the streets of New York -you going to hospital -lectures from Tony.
•getting the talk from Wade -crying afterwards bc Wade is weird. -Tony trying to kill Wade
•“PETER NO” “PETER YES”
•passing notes in class
•staring at each other in class
•detentions together -resulting in you making out in the back. -resulting in you guys getting kicked out of detention -never getting detention from other teachers bc they are disturbed by teen romance
•girl talks with Michelle and Liz -Ned and Peter trying to spy on you guys -Ned and Peter treating it like a secret mission and having code names. -“Nedstar 101, I have visual on the birds” -“copy that Peterpiper” -“you know we can see you guys right” -“abort mission! abort mission! We’ve been compromised!”
•getting mad when Peter doesn’t ask you to homecoming. -him being really confused bc he thought he didn’t have to ask since you guys were dating.
•Peter getting the silent treatment. -“BaBbBeeee” -“PlEASe talk to mEee”
•Asking Ned for help -failing miserably and making you even more mad.
•going to Tony for help -also failing miserably. -“she’s your daughter??? How did this go so wrong???” -“I don’t know!? I’m a failure!?”
•Peter sitting outside your bedroom door for like 2 hours. -forgiving him when you come home to find him sleeping there.
•tickle fights -Peter accidentally kicking you in the face. -going to the hospital again. -getting lectures from Tony and Steve.
•cooking with Aunt May
•May loves you
•girl talks with May -Peter trying to spy on these.
•going to Thai restaurants with May and Peter -sometimes Tony would come -things would get weird -Thai food puns
•May and Peter coming to spend family holidays with you and the avengers. -Tony being weird with Aunt May -reJectIoOoN
•Peter bringing you lunch bc you always forget to eat.
•Peter crying over the titanic -“Pete are you crying?” -“No this is liquid pride”
•Movie nights with the Avengers -Tony and Peter crying and laughing over the same scenes -you and the avengers being weirded out.
•Peter braiding your hair
•Playing with Peter’s hair -it helps him fall asleep or calm down from stress.
•falling asleep on one another -the avengers taking photos of you guys -someone knocking something over effectively waking you up. -proceed to you screaming at the avengers for like 5 minutes.
•you being the big spoon -Peter never admiting that to anyone. -you telling everyone.
•late night calls -effectively running up Tony’s phone bill. -“Y/N WHY IS YOUR CELL PHONE BILL OVER ONE HUNDRED DOLLARS?!?!” -“I DIDNT KNOW IT WAS A PROBLEM I MEAN WE’RE BILLIONAIRES”
•Tony showing off you and Peter’s relationship -cos he’s a proud dad -uncle!Tony loves his spiderling.
•You making Peter the happiest he’s ever been and vice Versa.
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The New York Police Department on Monday said the city’s medical examiner has identified the victim as 59-year-old Brenda Bostick, a black trans woman who was involved in an apparent dispute with another unidentified individual before she was attacked the same night.
“It is being investigated by the 13th precinct,” NYPD Sgt. Lee Jones said in a phone call. “It’s been deemed a homicide by the medical examiner’s office.”
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The overwhelming majority of women who had leeches or hot steel applied to their cervices, or who had their clitorises or ovaries removed, were women of the middle to upper classes, for after all, these procedures cost money. But it should not be imagined that poor women were spared the gynecologist’s exotic catalog of tortures simply because they couldn’t pay. The pioneering work in gynecological surgery had been performed by Marion Sims on black female slaves he kept for the sole purpose of surgical experimentation. He operated on one of them thirty times in four years, being foiled over and over by post-operative infections. After moving to New York, Sims continued his experimentation on indigent Irish women in the wards of the New York Women’s Hospital. So, though middle-class women suffered most from the doctors’ actual practice, it was poor and black women who had suffered through the brutal period of experimentation.
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Vitaly Churkin, Russia’s ambassador to the United Nations, died suddenly in New York earlier this week, apparently of cardiac arrest.
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The New York City medical examiner said more study is required into the cause and manner of Churkin’s death, though federal law enforcement has said it does not believe there was any foul play.
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Summary: You injure yourself while rehearsing as Angelica and Lin insists on accompanying you to the hospital
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“Pippa!” Your fingers fumbled with the back of your pink dress as you sighed. It was only the first day of tech week and you already wanted to punch something.
Pippa inched her head through the small opening in the door to your dressing room, a giggle peeking through her lips. “Yes?”
A low noise of frustration escaped your throat. “How do you get this damn thing on?” You swiftly turned around to see Pippa already fitted in her baby blue dress. “What? How did you do that?!”
Pippa let out a hearty laugh as she gestured for you to turn around. “A magician never reveals her secrets, Y/N.”
“You know, everyone says you’re sweet and pure, but I think there’s something under that going on. Some sort of evil sorcery that allows you to be able to put on any dress with ease.”
She hummed in response. “So…” You felt her delicate fingers work with the complex backing of your dress. “You and Lin, huh?”
Your eyes darted around the room as your mouth opened and closed, unsure of what to say. “What about us?”
“I mean, when are you gonna tell him?” She whispered, a mischievous grin falling on her face.
“Tell him what?”
Your shoulders slumped; you did know. You and Lin weren’t in a relationship, as much as you wished you were. You had had a massive crush on the man who seemed to hold all the stars in his bright eyes since you auditioned for the role of Angelica. The feeling had washed over you too quickly and all at once when you first settled your eyes on him. He seemed aware and interested in everything you had to say and every move you made, as if he was afraid to forget it.
“Yeah.” You grumbled. “I don’t know, I’m sure he doesn’t like me back.”
Pippa huffed, her eyebrows furrowing as her fingers left the pieces of your dress. “Y/N, that’s just nonsense.”
You turned around as Pippa’s eyes flitted over to the door, just spotting Jon walking by.
“Oh! Groff!” She grabbed him by the arm of his intricate costume, pulling him into your dressing room. “Question.”
“What’s up?” His eyes scanned over your costumes, a kind smile spreading on his face.
“Does Lin like Y/N?”
“Oh, absolutely.” He chuckled, as if the answer was obvious. “Have you seen him lately? Can’t keep his eyes off you.”
You shook your head dismissively, crossing your arms over your chest. “There’s no way.”
Jon shrugged his shoulders, shooting you a smirk as he walked out of the room. “Don’t say I didn’t tell you so.”
“You know, you really should’ve listened to him. He’s right.”
“Sure he is. There’s no possibility Lin could like someone like me.” You bit your lip absentmindedly as you sat down, pulling on your heeled shoes.
“Heads up; we’re doing Winter’s Ball through Satisfied in five!” Lin poked his head through the door as he sent a exuberant grin towards Pippa before his eyes softened and settled on you, looking over your costume. “You’re gonna kill it.”
“But doesn’t Leslie kill it?” You beamed at Lin, sending him ironic finger guns.
“Oh my god, Y/N.” Lin’s laugh lit up the room as he ran a hand over his face, sharing a groan with Pippa. “Ah, anyways, you might wanna make your way towards the stage.” He jerked a thumb behind him.
“Copy that.” Pippa nodded, giving him a thumbs up as he walked in the same direction he had just pointed towards. As soon as he left the room, Pippa sharply turned in her chair, raising an amused eyebrow at you. “You saw the way he looked at you, right?”
You rolled your eyes, a smile plastered on your face as you stood from your chair and got adjusted to wearing the heels beneath your feet. “You’re never gonna let this go, aren’t you…?”
“Nope!” She said, popping the “p” as she walked out of the dressing room, you at her heels. Your dresses swished and swayed behind you as you walked to the side of the stage, where A Winter’s Ball was already playing. You glanced at Lin and Leslie they exchanged “heys” before you and Pippa took the stage.
Pippa’s voice rang throughout the theatre as you walked towards Lin, feigning chatter.
“Where are you taking me?” Lin turned his head towards you as you linked arms.
“I’m about to change your life.” You escorted him towards Pippa.
“Then, by all means, lead the way.”
As Lin and Pippa delivered their lines and shared a kiss, you couldn’t help but feel a slight pang of jealousy surge through you. You almost missed your cue as Helpless soon bled into Satisfied.
You dug your nails into your palm as you raised your glass, smiling at Lin and Pippa. Jasmine snuck a glance at you, lightly nudging you in the ribs. She slyly raised her eyebrows, curious as to what was distracting you.
Dismissing her suspicions, you spun to the middle of the stage. Everyone around you sang, gracefully moving in slow motion as the time shifted back to Angelica and Alexander’s meeting.
“But, Alexander, I’ll never forget the first time I saw your face.” You swiftly turned your head towards Lin, who gazed at you in mid-step.
You finished singing your lines as Lin stopped in front of you, tilting his chin up. “You strike me as a woman who’s never been satisfied.”
“I’m sure I don’t know what you mean, you forget yourself.” You dipped your head low, peeking up at Lin through your coated eyelashes.
“You’re like me, I’m never satisfied.”
A smirk tugged at the corner of your lips as you cocked your head to the side. “Is that right?”
“I have never been satisfied.” Lin smiled, taking your hand in his and kissing it as the company gasped. You couldn’t help the blush that rose to your cheeks as you exchanged a few more words.
Your movements were crisp as you rapped effortlessly, your shoulders held back.
“Where are you taking me?” Lin repeated as you joined him once more.
“I’m about—” your words were cut off by the painful rolling of your ankle as you collapsed at Lin’s feet. “Shit!” You hissed, staring in horror at your foot.
Lin jumped, immediately crouching down to you as Lac signaled the orchestra to cease playing. The cast instantly crowded around you as Lac, Andy, and Tommy politely pushed their way through the people surrounding you.
“Y/N, are you okay?” Lin’s eyes searched your face. “Do you need to go to the hospital?”
You inhaled sharply as you nodded vigorously. Lin and Andy grasped your upper arms as you slowly stood up, shifting your weight to your good foot.
“What happened?” Tommy’s eyes were wide in shock, flitting between your pained expression and ankle.
“As soon as we got to the next section she must’ve twisted her ankle or something.” Lin’s voice was filled with panic, his worried eyes constantly shifting to you. “Someone call an ambulance, please!”
“Already did!” You heard Anthony yell from the back of the crowd, holding his phone up.
“Thanks.” Lin breathed out, looking at you. “Took quite a tumble there,” he laughed half heartedly, desperate to lighten the mood.
You let out a breathy laugh, turning your head to face him. “Yeah, I was walking then my ankle just decided to fuck me over.”
You heard light chuckles as a man in a white uniform opened the door to the theatre. Your cast members parted from you to take a look at the sudden light that flooded the room. “Can you guys carry her, or would you like me to bring in a wheelchair?”
“Oh, no, we can—”
Lin’s voice was cut off by your words. “No, Lin, I can see that you and Andy are struggling. A wheelchair would be great, thanks.”
The man nodded, a humorous smile on his face as he closed the door. He entered a moment later, making his way to the stage as he splayed out a wheelchair in front of you. Lin and Andy slowly guided you into the chair, exchanging a few grunts of effort. “One of you can tag along with us if you’d like. You don’t have to, of course, just an option.”
“I’ll go.” Lin immediately took a step forward, red flushing his full cheeks as the cast shared knowing glances to each other. “I-I mean, it’s kinda my fault, I—”
“Yeah, yeah, you can go with your girlfriend.” Daveed sent him a toothy grin, wiggling his eyebrows suggestively at you as Lin’s eyes drifted to the floor.
“Alright, let’s get you to the vehicle. My name’s Ryan, by the way.” The man in the uniform grabbed your wheelchair by its handles, maneuvering it around the twists and turns in the theatre with Lin at Ryan’s heels. He pushed you up the ramp into the back of the ambulance, waiting for Lin to enter before closing the doors and moving to another part of the . The ambulance began to move down the streets of New York towards the hospital as you and Lin exchanged some small talk.
“Oh my god—” your head snapped up, your eyes widening in realization as your fists curled in your lap.
“What’s wrong?” Lin’s head immediately turned to you.
“The show’s next week, Lin, what if I don’t heal in time? I can’t miss opening night.”
“Oh,” Lin’s voice grew quiet as his eyes darted around the room, searching for something to make you feel better. “Y/N, these are trained doctors, I’m sure they can work something out. In the case that your ankle doesn’t heal in time, anyway, we’ll make arrangements so you won’t miss the first show.”
You gaped at Lin, searching his facial features for any sign of deception. His smooth chocolate eyes bored into yours with utter seriousness. “You wouldn’t.”
“Y/N, it’s me we’re talking about, in the first person who would do this…especially for you.” His gaze suddenly found interest in the floor, a timid grin on his face. Your breath hitched in your throat, a shade of pink searing through your cheeks as a silence settled.
“Sorry to leave you guys in here alone, I’m making a few calls, heh. Have to use all the time I can since rides to the hospital are usually busy. But, this is considered a non-emergency, so it’s not as urgent. Here, I’m just gonna elevate your leg and ice your ankle. This is all kind of part of the acronym, RICE: rest, ice, compression, and elevation. Anyways, ice and elevation will reduce your swelling and minimize your pain. I’m sure the doctor will go over this with you, too.” Ryan abruptly burst in the room, an exhausted smile gracing his features as he took care of your ankle with extreme caution.
He kneeled down as his tentative hands aided your ankle, tossing intermittent phrases back and forth: “Am I hurting you?” and “You okay?” After a few minutes, he stood up, tilting his head and firmly pressing his lips together before nodding in satisfaction. “You should be good until we get to the hospital. If you need anything, don’t hesitate to call for me.” He swiftly left through the door, shutting it behind him.
A thick silence between you and Lin filled the air, spare for the few clearing of throats and tapping of feet against the floor.
A sudden choked noise escaped Lin’s throat, a euphoric grin tugging at his lips as his eyes crinkled and he glanced at the ice placed over your ankle. “Ice, ice, baby!” He guffawed, slapping his knee. His laugh proved to be highly contagious as you found yourself cackling, leaning back as tears brimmed your eyes.
“Dun dun dun da da dun dun,” you sputtered, the both of you throwing your heads back in hysterics.
You continued your conversation with ease, mostly because Lin was always easy to talk to. He leaned forward in anticipation, clinging onto every word you said and nodding his head eagerly. You soon reached the hospital, Ryan ushering you through the doors and to your room where a doctor greeted you. She introduced herself politely, shaking both yours and Lin’s hands with a firm grip.
She quickly hopped onto the computer in the room, thoroughly explaining that you needed x-rays to determine what you did to your ankle. She rolled her chair over to you, examining your ankle more thoroughly than Ryan had. She wheeled you out of the room, transferring you to an almost identical room with multiple machines residing in it. She went through the procedure of taking your x-ray with you before leaving you in the first room with Lin as she scanned over the x-rays.
The doctor emerged from the hallway, her hand immediately reaching for the mouse attached to the computer as she clicked numerous times until an image of the bones in your ankle appeared on the screen.
“Okay well, good news, your ankle is not broken. On here, there weren’t any fractures to be found. But when I was examining it, there was a lot of tenderness and limited range of motion. So, bad news, your ankle is still sprained.” She delved deeper into your recovery, what you could do to aid your ankle in healing faster and how to take care of it.
You and Lin alternated between nodding and asking questions, until you cleared your throat before speaking.
“One more thing, uh,” you fidgeted, suddenly aware of your clammy palms as you gestured to Lin. “We’re both running through rehearsals for a Broadway show that’s due for its opening night next week. Do you think I’d be able to be dancing by then?”
“Oh!” She snapped her fingers in realization, nodded her head quickly. “Yes, most likely. This is a grade one sprain, so it will take about seven to ten days to heal. As long as you keep an eye on the swelling and take good care of your ankle, you should be fine. Is that it?”
“Yes,” you smiled graciously. “Thank you so much.”
She shook both of your hands as she opened the door. “As soon as you’re ready you can go to the front desk, pay, and I can provide you with the supplies you’ll need. Alright?”
As soon as she was out of your line of sight, you and Lin collectively sighed in relief, shooting each other a bright smile.
“See, I told you things would work out.” Lin crouched down next to you to reach your height in the chair. He took your hands in his, rubbing his thumbs over your knuckles, which were white from clenching your fists out of anxiousness. His warm touch instantly soothed you.
You nodded appreciatively, looking at Lin with a great adoration in which he returned. His eyes scanned over you, filled with an indescribable love and kindness that flooded your chest with warmth. He leaned forward, his hot breath fanning your cheeks as his eyes leveled with yours.
“Would now be a bad time to kiss you?” Lin’s voice was a soft murmur, his dilated gaze shifting from your slightly ajar lips to your admiring eyes.
“Not a chance.” You whispered against Lin’s lips which eagerly, yet gently, pressed against yours. Your hands found their way to the back of his neck, his cupping your face as the pads of his thumbs caressed your cheeks. You felt him smile against your lips as you sighed into the kiss. You pulled away slowly as Lin’s hands still lingered.
You both broke into exuberant grins, your cheeks burning as Lin looked up at you. “I should’ve done that a lot sooner.”
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