A Spaniard looking girl with long black hair and jade green eyes runs down the road with her books in one hand and book back slung over one shoulder."I'm never gonna make it!" She shouts while running. She runs down the sidewalk to her high school, Midtown High. She runs into the doors just as they close and crashes into a wall. "Ow..." She groans. She hears a small laugh and looks to see a girl with red hair and green eyes "Shut up MJ." The girl groans. Her friend holds her out to her and helps her stand
"Rough morning, Nat?" Mary Jane asks her.
"You could say that. I slept through my alarm, again." Natalie tells her and they both laugh.
"So, your hear your dad's throwing some mega shin dig." Mary Jane says as they walk down the hall.
"Don't remind me. All adults, all business, otherwise known as all yawn-ville." Natalie says and they laugh again. "No, but for real! I wish he'd stop working sometimes. It makes me think he cares more about work sometimes. Whatever." Natalie says and shakes her head. Mary Jane gives a soft expression for her friend.
"Natalie Stark!" They hear. Natalie turns her head to Principle Coulson
"Yes sir?" She asks.
"Late again?" He asks.
"No...?" She replies hopefully.
"Detention, 1 hour for being late. And lying." Coulson tells her and hands her the detention slip before walking away. Natalie groans and bangs her head on a locker
"Not again. Mom is gonna kill me." She grumbles.
"You know, I thought being the daughter of Tony Stark AND Pepper Potts would have been amazing." Mary Jane admits.
"Yeah, amazing. Woo-hoo." Natalie replies sarcastically and turns around, shoving the detention note in her pocket. She walks away and heads to her class and sits in her seat. She places her chin in her palms, ready for boredom.
*Natalia POV*
I slowly started dozing off when the bell rang and my head sprang up. I sigh and grab my books before walking out. This so sucks! I hate detention with a passion. And lord knows what mom will tell me. "Oh, you need to apply yourself." or "I can't believe this is your 2nd detention." maybe even "Go to your room." Yeah, that's mom for you. Lord, take me now... I slam my head into the locker
"Whoa, don't die Nat." I hear. I turn my head to see Harry.
"Sup, Osborn. And no, no dying here. Just a girl with her 2ND detention." I say and put my books in my locker.
"2nd? Have fun with you mom!" He laughs and I glare at him. He coughs "I, uh, mean, yeah that sucks." He says awkwardly. I roll my eyes and walk to lunch
"Its a major blow! I wasn't even late! I made it 5 seconds before the doors closed, meaning I was still on time." I grumble.
"Sometimes, I honestly think Principle C hates you." Harry laughs. I roll my eyes and after getting lunch I sit at my table with MJ and Harry. "So, what type of party is you dad planning this time?" Harry asks.
"Just some work party with like, a billion people. And knowing dad, there will be a LOT of drinking." I say and drink my soda.
"Does your dad ever worry about someone coming and you know, destroying him? I mean, he's Iron Man!" Mary Jane says, wearing a big smile.
"You can have him if you want. And no, dad thinks he can handle anything. No one can handle anything, not even him. But does he know that? Nope." I say, popping the 'p' sound.
"Wow, so do you ever get scarred of people coming to destroy YOU than?" MJ asks.
"Me? What would they want with simple old me? I bet you 5 bucks that no one will EVER try to destroy me." I reply. I hear a loud explosion and the wall explodes and we duck under the table. I look up and see a guy with 6 giant tentacles.
"Natalie Stark, a pleasure." He says with a creepy voice. I grab 5 dollars from my back pocket and fearfully hand it to MJ. She awkwardly takes it and puts it in her pocket.
"Nat, run." Harry whisperes. I slowly get up
"Whoa, okay, lets take it easy, big and ugly. No need to do anything crazy." I assure.
"On the contrary, what I'm about to do has nothing to with 'crazy', but 'danger'." He says and gets a creepy smiles.
"Okay, uh, red flag. So... I'm just gonna, go." I say and run away. I hear him run after me and suddenly I'm swopped up
"Keep your hands and legs wrapped around the web slinger at all time." Spiderman tells me. I scream and wrap my arms around his neck. "Whoa, don't you think we should go out first?" He jokes.
"SERIOUSLY?!" I scream.
"Okay, not one for jokes. I see that. Name?" He asks when we land outside of school on a roof.
"Natalie Stark?" I reply.
"Stark? Whoa, Iron Man will not be happy to hear his kid was almost destroyed at school. You think you can say you were almost hit by a bus instead?" He asks. I glare him down "Well, if looks could kill, then all of New York would be dead." He tells me. I roll my eyes and grab my phone. I try calling my dad but he won't answer
"Typical." I grumble and I shove my phone in my pocket. No point calling mom, since dad made her CEO of Stark industries, she's never home and barely ever has time for phone calls. I run my hand through my hair and look to Spiderman
"Why would Doc Oc want you?" He asks.
"Money? Super hero dad? Money?" I reply.
"Okay, so there's a lot of reasons." He mumbles.
"But none are mine." I turn and see the creepy guy from before. "You have something I need, spider man." He says. Spiderman puts me behind him
"Well, you aren't getting her." He tells him. The creep smiles
"So you think." He says and something wraps around my waist. I scream when the guy uses his robo-arm to bring me to him. "A pleasure, Spiderman." He says and leaves. I start banging on the robo-arm and pulling on it but it won't loosen. I sigh "No worries, Miss. Stark. Spiderman will save you time, but not before I run my tests." He says.
"Tests? Yeah, no. I don't think so. Just let me go and I won't call the authorities." I say.
"Do you always blabber this much?" He grumbles. I put my chin in my palms
"Buddy, try being my parents." I say. He stops on some abandoned building roof and pulls out a small vile with a small spider in it. He takes it out
"Do you know why I took you, Miss. Stark?" He asks.
"Nothing better to do?" I reply sarcastically.
"No. For as long as I can remember, Spiderman has always been a pest. I now have realized that the only way to destroy him, is with him. The perfect specimen, just happens to be you." He says and drops the spider on my arm. It crawls up and I start getting the jibes. I cringe and then wince when it bites my arm. "There, now you may expect some strange things, oh and do say hi to your father for me." He hisses before letting me go. I scream and as I fall when something catches me. I open my eyes to see Spiderman
"I cannot leave you alone, can I?" He asks.
"Take me back to my school." I ask.
"School? Why would you want to go back there? Most kids want to LEAVE school." He says.
"I need to see if my friends are safe. Plus, I sorta have detention." I say.
"School it is then." He says and we head toward Midtown High. He lets me step down and the school is surrounded by police. I see Priciple Coulson and he walks over
"Miss Stark, are you okay?" He asks.
"I'm fine." I reply.
"Good, now, in light of recent events, I will let this one day slide and ignore your after school detention." He assures.
"Thank you! Oh, uh, how are-"
"Your friends? Safe. Everybody is safe." He assures. I nod and when I go inside the building I get tackled into a hug by MJ
"Oh! Your okay! Thank goodness!" She says happily. She pulls away and Harry pats my shoulder
"Good to see your alright, Nat." He says.
"Yeah, got a save by Spiderman. Now, a bigger problem." I say and they have confused looks "Telling my parents." I say and open my locker and grab my bag. I wave before leaving the school.
"Nat!" I turn and see Peter. I immediately smile, he catches up to me "Mind if I walk with you?" He asks.
"No, no problem." I say and we start walking.
"So, crazy day, huh?" He asks.
"Really? I thought getting kidnapped by some maniac was normal." I joke. He chuckles and I smile again.
"Did you get hurt?" He asks.
"Hurt? Uh..." I stop and rub my hand. It stung when the spider bit, and I hate lying to Peter. He notices me stopping and turns
"Nat?" He asks. Before I can say something my dad lands next to us. Great.
"Hello Peter. Hell Natalie. Lovely day, don't you think?" He asks sternly. He's never really liked Peter. He's never liked any of my guy friends actually.
"Dad-"
"Let's go, now. You'll explain at home." He says. I sigh
"Later, Pete." I say and walk to dad. He takes my hand before lifting off and taking me to the Avenger tower. We walk in and I'm silent to him the whole time and I pass Hulk, Thor, and Hawkeye fighting over the TV remote again.
"Natalie!" I stop and turn to face dad "Mind telling me what happened?" He asks.
"You would have known, if you ever answered your phone and had time for me." I snap.
"Since when have I never had time for you?" He asks.
"Well, today. My 16th birthday. My first soccer game. My first science fair. Half of my life." I answer.
"Where is all this coming from? You know what, go to your room." He commands. I roll my eyes and storm past Widow and Flacon to my room. When I walk in I slam the door and jump onto my bed. I grab a pillow and scream into it. I hear a knock on my door but ignore it. I lay down, curling into a ball and hugging my pillow. Widow steps in and sits at the edge of my bed
"Not now Widow." I mumble and hug the pillow tighter.
"Whats up, kid? You never blew up on Stark like that before." She says. I sit up and run my hand through my hair
"I don't know. I just had a ruff day." I reply.
"What happened? I heard that some student at Midtown High was taken. I have a theory that it was you." She says.
"Yeah...some creep named Doc Oc took me. Spiderman helped and all." I say.
"But?" Widow asks, knowing there's more.
"Doc put this weird-old spider on me, and it bit me on the hand and, blah, blah, blah. He said something about destroying Spiderman, yeah..." I finish awkwardly.
"Show me your hand." She commands. I show it to her and she narrows her eyes. She stands up and I cringe when she calls "Stark!" I sometimes wish I lived with my grandparents. Because even if I'm the only child, I sometimes get ratted out by the people I live with. She drags me out of my room for dad to do tests. So much for staying in my room.